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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 1
Starring: Christina Hendricks
Codes: MF, Romance, Oral, Rimming, Tit Fuck
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his. We brainstormed the ideas together, all scenarios were his ideas. Special thanks to him also for editing. Enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Shining sunlight had cast a blinding light, ricocheting from every glass surface covering the black painted building. Windows of darkness were there to greet anyone who had witnessed the impressive tower's architecture from the distance. To a janitor outside, cleaning up debris tossed out onto the paved road, it was a common sight that was seen daily with the palm trees rusting from the wind. The paved road led down into an underground parking garage, a fundamental feature belonging to what had become a luxury hotel resort in the Westwood area of Los Angeles. If the high prices for staying didn't keep the college students away for spring break, the aesthetic of gold and black colors and Art Deco was likely to do the trick. Or at least that's what the management thought when they opened the doors six years ago. A vast renovation project was complete, transforming an old building into something new.
During the daylight hours, one could see the large black font of the sign, but without it's bright white lights that appeared in the darkness. The Midnight Light Inn carried itself in elegance to the wandering eye. Gold lining covered the corners with matching black tiles that carried the roaring twenties inspired Art Deco theme. A popular joke among the staff was that of the name, it was a miracle that the hotel had a positive flow of cash despite it's status as one of the more overpriced places to stay in town. Beyond the turning glass doors of the entrance, guests were welcomed to the sleek dark interior. Black with a lining of gold was the look, complete with matching black marble floors and dark red carpets. Every piece of metal from door knobs to lamp posts glimmered in a vintage gold look. The butlers and maids all wore black clad uniforms, tuxedos and fancy white dresses complete for a strict uniform code.
For over three hundred dollars a night per stay, guests were treated from the main building intended for travelers. The common necessities with cable TV, internet and room service all at the dial of a button. A spa upstairs and then a private swimming pool outside were among the leisure time offers to guests. Beyond the main building was a larger tower which had the residential suites and security wing of the hotel. The entertainment offered to residents only included live music, a bar and their own diner. Every security guard had a dress code of dark navy blue or black pinstriped suits with white undershirts. It fit in with the vibe and aesthetic given to make guests feel as if they were stepping into the past. The residential building had it's own form of entertainment. With many workers residing in the lower floors, as the higher up the tower went it was reserved for residents with deeper pockets. The final two floors at the top were a twin penthouse suite, believed to house the manager, but only those working within the hotel would know such details.
Outside, a black Mercedes Benz cruised down the paved road, leading into the underground parking area where it soon found an empty space up against the wall. The luxury car blended in with a Bentley and a BMW that were also lined up close by. The driver side door opened, right as valet service came to attend to the vehicle and offer a slight conversation. From the back seat, someone could be seen in the distance shuffling about. The driver was an older man, with slicked back grey hair and a light beard. He wore a dark suit, similar to the uniform of the valet service men. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for a woman who stepped out of the car. Thanking him with a smile, her red hair had almost of a glow with it that went along with her deep blue eyes. Wearing a black blouse covering her massive chest and a matching long dress, actress Christina Hendricks had arrived. The older man was not only her driver, but also her trusty agent Tom who had escorted her to the hotel for a quick check in with a residency deal.
Last year Christina had signed on a new endorsement deal for the Jerry Walker whiskey brand. In the past, her deals led to photography sessions in a marketing campaign. But after five years of a solid partnership in contract, the company was willing to push the limit with a different offer. A deal had recently been signed as they became the sole corporate sponsor to stock the bars and private restaurant of the Miracle Light Inn. Christina couldn't say she had drank much of the whiskey brand, but it was a swell offer. She still had her home in Beverly Hills which was enough for her to turn down the residency offer that lasted two years. Tom had to talk her into at least checking in to the hotel and spending some off time there. Since the cancellation of her last TV show Good Girls, Christina had a bit of time on her hands off from filming and needed to unwind. The older man insisted that going out of town to place like this would be ideal for her to clear her headspace as she was still annoyed at the fact of the show's cancellation.
The valet service was quick to help with Christina's luggage, all while Tom escorted her from the parking garage to the hotel entrance. Her eyes wandered around, marveling at the beauty of the interior design to the hotel. For her residency, a contract had been arranged that she and her agent needed to look over once they arrived at the hotel. Her room had already been prepared in advance, all thanks to a phone call that had been placed yesterday afternoon. Tom insisted checking the contract and going over it, leading them to the first journey throughout the hotel. The receptionist was a short young man, dressed fancy all with a pink bowtie beneath his neck. He escorted the actress and her agent from the front desk all the way to the residential building. The walk itself took over ten minutes, enough time for her high heels to click and clack across the floors in a steady rhythm.
Christina's eyes enlarged, as she became impressed at the residential building's main lobby. A checkered floor in black and white offered a reflection when glancing down. Gold interiors and decorations had led her to believe that much money was spent turning this place into one of grandiose comfort. The smile curved across her pink lips before she took the hand of the receptionist and led her way up a staircase. All the while, Tom followed behind her, his eyes scanning across every detail of the immaculate ornaments. From the diamond studded hanging chandeliers to Roman columns. A vintage style elevate was down on the lobby floor complete with a sliding cage, but Christina insisted on wandering up the staircase. There were five floors for residents, all while the receptionist explained the last floor up led to a private penthouse. Her room was on the fourth floor, 404 Christina didn't care about that as she was led to a black door and opened it to reveal her awaiting room.
"And here we are, Miss Hendricks."
She stepped through the doorway, gazing across the Art Deco themed room. Giggling softly, Christina turned to see the floor matted with beige carpet. Similar gold decorations covering the walls and luxury lounge chairs that made up the living room.
"Wow, this is marvelous. Did I just step back in time?"
Turning to Tom, she joked again.
"Are we back in the nineteen-twenties or am I just dreaming?"
While they shared their laugh, the receptionist smiled.
"I can assure you that you're not dreaming, Miss Hendricks."
Christina didn't pay him any attention as she took a second gaze across the living room. A large widescreen television was mounted on the wall in a fancy wooden frame. It was the only piece of modern enhancement to the furniture. Everything else retained it's retro, vintage style look that fit the overall vibe of the hotel. A set of four lamps around the living room offered low lighting. As she began to wander from the living room to the kitchen, looking over the metal chairs by the dark wooden table, the receptionist spoke again.
"Your contract is over by the counter. I'm heading back to my post. If everything looks good, just sign it and call for room service. I will send something up to get it."
Still paying him no mind, Christina smirked at the sight of a white refrigerator, blending in with an aged white color that covered the kitchen walls. The receptionist left the room as she began to wander towards the bedroom. Flicking the light, she gasped at a sight to behold.
"Oh my gosh, Tom you've gotta see this bedroom."
What was of light colors in the other rooms, made up for a black interior in the bedroom. Gold trimming across the metal bed posts of a large king size bed. Fit with black sheets, pillows matching and a dark red carpet flooring. From the right side of the room was a personal bathroom. Christina wandered in, noticing the white tiles that made up the floor and walls. There was a bath tub but also a shower with a sliding door fitted with gold knobs inside. The sink counter was of white marble and the sink her first sight of anything silver metal. Leaving the bedroom all together, Christina made her way back into the kitchen where she saw Tom reading through the contract paper. Stepping a bit closer to him, she waited until he turned to her and then the older man smiled. His reflection was cast from a mirror across the room.
"This isn't so much a contract, it's more of a deed for your residency."
"I guess that's a relief then."
He chuckled, offering her the paperwork.
"I still don't get it. Why would the Jerry Walker company offer you such a thing?"
"They called it a gift, if you remember."
Tom smiled at Christina's correction. Her eyes scanned over a bit of the paperwork then glancing back at him as he responded.
"Quite a generous gift, I must say. Any other time a whiskey brand like that would simply give someone a year's supply of the product."
Before Christina could reply, the front door opened. Room service had arrived with her two rolling luggage hard cases. She turned away from Tom, quick to order the butlers.
"Bring them into the bedroom, I'll unload them from there."
"Yes Miss."
One of the men replied, prompting Christina to smile back at Tom.
"Some gentleman who work here, huh?"
Offering her a friendly smile, Tom stepped back and spoke again.
"I guess so. This place looks like your kind of thing, either way. You should relax here. Take some time off. I'll call you when I hear about any offers for another show or film."
"Leaving so soon, Tom?"
"Yeah, I gotta run. Just call me if you need anything. I don't wanna disturb your peace, you need a good break away from the studios."
He left her there, clutching at the paperwork between her fingers. Christina thought to herself, as she almost passed on the offer of checking in to this hotel all together. She was far away from home, but perhaps that was a good thing. A real breath of fresh air was needed in life as she had to wait for a new opportunity to come around. Tom had worked with another agent she was signed to who had put in casting roles to get her some new roles, but Christina believed she had earned a break for now. For the time being, she felt it would do her some good to settle in to this hotel and enjoy this opulence she was surrounded by. So far, so good, the vintage beauty of this place was worthy of her approval. The afternoon hours would soon be rolling in and she felt good about exploring the Miracle Light Inn for all it had to offer. With her luggage in the bedroom, Christina only needed to unpack a few things along with clothes before she was ready to unwind for the day.
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6 HOURS LATER
As time progressed through the day, the hotel seen the usual traffic of guests checking in and residents shuffling about during the day. Christina Hendricks isolated herself within the walls of her personal space. To settle in before signing her name on the deed oriented contract, she felt it was best to relax and get more comfortable within this place. When she got into the bath tub, Christina began to think about signing her name and making this place something of a vacation home. After the bath, she changed clothes putting on a white blouse and a short dress. Her first dialing of room service was to request a tour across the resort. A young man rang her up, dressed in a similar suit as the receptionist from earlier. The butler arrived with more paperwork, a pamphlet that detailed all the free accommodations the hotel offered to their residency package.
For the time being, she wasn't interested in the perks. The free whiskey, twenty-four security and other features in that pamphlet were not the front and center of Christina's mind. She let the young man lead her around the residential building, witnessing the music lounge and the private movie theater. While going about, she noticed some residents who lived at the hotel. All older men and women, giving Christina the impression that they had chosen this place as a sort of retirement home. The young butler didn't tell her many details about the residents when they stepped outside for him to show the swimming pool. It was empty for the day, but large enough to rival other luxury hotel resorts. All with lounge seats unfolded and umbrellas to block the sun away in a row. The view was to her liking, but Christina wasn't staying outside today. She wandered to the diner, allowing the butler to escort her there.
Like a simple small time restaurant, everything was neatly arranged with round tables in the front for dates. A row of private booth tables in the back. Dark wooden interiors completed a different but welcoming look compared to the rest of the hotel's style. All dinner service was free of charge, as part of the residency deal offered in her contract. Christina asked the butler to leave her so she could enjoy her dinner alone. Before the young man ventured off back to work, he told her that all new residents had reserved seating in the music lounge for a band show. Tonight was for a Jazz quintet, all instrumental band with a focus primarily around trumpet and saxophone. She would have her own special reserved seat, close to the band at an empty table. Christina grew more interested as he explained the band members' experience playing through standards and classics from a bygone era. After dinner, it was time to go back to her suite for another trip of changing clothes.
All this time, she found herself become more comfortable in what was a relaxed atmosphere at the hotel. Gazing back at her deep blue eyes in the mirror, the buxom actress looked at her thick figure while standing there in underwear. A black bra pushed up her massive all natural breasts, prepared to give the appearance of cleavage when she put on the next dress. The temptation was there to slip on some fishnet stockings, but Christina didn't feel the need since the dress would cover her legs entirely. She was feeling the vibe of the hotel, ready to dress her part for tonight. When she opened up her luggage, it was a quick decision to take out one of her most elegant black dresses. Christina always brought at least one black dress when traveling, just in case she decided to go out one night. Tonight was going to be it. Outside the window of her suite room, the blue sky had faded into a bright orange while the sun was sinking down into the ocean. She took her time putting on the dress and getting all fixed up for this special night, thoughts rummaging through her head. It would be ideal to call and have a delivery of some of her more elegant dresses if she decided to stay longer.
Silver pieces of jewelry with emerald stones dangled from her ears. Christina looked at the sparkle of the ear rings after clipping them on and then playing with her dress. She changed her mind at the last second, going for a different black dress in her luggage with a zip up top and straps that hugged her shoulders. Wearing this one, she was able to easily remove her bra and let the insides of the dress shove her tits up for ample cleavage. With the large mirror across from her bed, Christina was able to sit down with a chair and use her dresser as a proper makeup table tonight. A slight touch of blush over her cheeks and then red lipstick applied to her lips. The skirt piece to her dress went down, only brushing up above her ankles to reveal her feet. That left a pair of high heel stilettos as the last piece to her outfit. Christina had other pairs besides the one she wore upon arrival. Of the choices, Christina settled on a smaller stiletto, not one raised up too far up.
Her long orange hair was carefully pinned up into a ponytail that ran down her back. Christina preferred a few locks of hair falling down the sides of her face, but not past her dangling ear rings. Since this could potentially be a night of adventure and a date, she sprayed some perfume over her dark dress. All set for the night, she checked the clock hanging from the living room to see it was close to 6 PM. Now was the time to head out. Feeling confident and fine about this evening, Christina left her room, stepping into the hallway as she noticed some of her residential neighbors coming out. She ignored them, stepping past quietly as her heels boomed down onto the carpet floor. Down the staircase she went and taking the journey to the music lounge. Before she reached the doors, the swinging gold doors, the sound of drums could be heard in the distance. Christina invited herself in.
Black curtains had been pulled back seemingly minutes ago to reveal the five man band on stage. All of them were dressed sharp in suits, short hair and fitting a similar dress code of the hotel workers. A bass player was busy from the left side of the stage, next to the piano stand. Two microphones were set up in front of the drummer. A saxophone player to the right side, and the trumpet player to the left. They had positioned their horn instruments to microphones from the stage, beginning the set with a slow tempo into an old Jazz standard. Christina wouldn't have been able to tell what song it was with a melodic piano intro. The horns came in as her eyes glanced around the seats. Chatter was audible across the room as conversations were had between guests. Christina looked around and then a waiter approached her, holding a metal table in his left hand as he was offering drinks.
"Good Evening. Are you Miss Hendricks?"
"Yes, I am."
She replied, nodding her head. The man stepped in front of her.
"You have a reserved seat waiting. May I get you a drink?"
He led her among the tables at the front row, closer towards the band. Christina had a seat at her own reserved spot, then raised her hand up, pointing one finger to the waiter.
"A glass of Jerry Walker, please. No more than three ice cubes."
"Yes, Miss. If you would like anything else, let me know."
She returned the smile. A quick decision that after the endorsement deal had led to this, Christina was ready to indulge herself in the whiskey brand that had brought her to this hotel. As she sat back in her chair, her eyes wandered to the stage. The trumpet player settled in to the beginning notes of a mid-tempo solo before the man with the sax came dashing back with an inferno of fast paced notes. The tempo changed between the rhythm section, with piano chords and bass thumping quick to catch up to the lead players. This band appeared to have solid experience, shifting keys while her eyes began to wander around the room. Out from the right corner of her eye, a tall man with a complete 'salt and pepper' look of full shiny grey hair caught her attention. Christina turned to set her full sights on the man. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, showing a white shirt and tie, giving her the impression that he had a muscular build underneath. As their eyes met, Christina could have guessed that he would eventually approach the table. The waiter returned with her drink.
"Thank you."
Scanning the glass to make sure it had three cubes of ice, Christina was pleased while the waiter left her there. The band continued their song and then the man from the corner finally came approaching the table with a smug grin across his face. Big blue eyes that almost matched hers set forth, as he placed his hand down on the table.
"You looking for company, Miss?"
"Miss Hendricks."
She corrected him before raising the glass to her lips. The man chuckled, pulling out the chair from the opposite end of the table and inviting himself to a seat. As she drank the whiskey, he replied.
"I know exactly who you are, thank you very much."
Quirking her eyebrows up, Christina took another sip before setting the glass back down. She watched his eyes, scan down to her massive view of cleavage below her face. The older man smirked back up at her and then she spoke up.
"So you know who I am, but what's your name?"
"My name's not important."
Christina took another sip, finishing off her glass this time. When she set the glass down, she gave him a stern look.
"I beg your pardon?"
He chuckled at that reaction, almost as if to mock her.
"You've just checked in. I've gotta say, quite the beauty you are. I always wondered if one day, this place would get a real Hollywood star checking in."
"So you know who I am?"
Her question made the man flash his teeth, grinning as he nodded his head.
"Yeah, I wasn't born yesterday. I saw you on Mad Men back in the day."
"Well, I'm not taking selfie photos or signing autographs, so you can leave."
Rudely laughing at her retort, the man seemed amused. Christina thought differently of him and she was not in the mood to deal with such brusque behavior.
"Get out of my sight."
Her voice was low, but in a stern tone to tell the man she was done with his attitude. Finally, he waved his hands and got up from the table, dismissed.
"Alright, as you wish."
Dismissed and dejected, the man began to walk away from her table as the band now was shifting into a different song. Christina thought about waving for a waiter to come and fix her another drink but not for now. At least he left, that was all she could be thankful for. Her eyes focused on the band, noticing the sweat begin to form at the trumpet player's forehead. Eyes closed as he concentrated on his solo, blowing through a string of fast paced note with the saxophone quickly chasing behind him. The tempo had changed, as the piano player struggled to keep up. Laughter could be heard in the distance with others having a conversation. Christina decided to glance around at the other residents enjoying this night. A woman who appeared to be ten years younger than her sat in a black dress with a man in a suit. Long blonde hair curled down her shoulders as a glimmer of light revealed a silver metal collar locked around her neck.
A double take was required, just to make her that her eyes were not deceiving her. The woman giggled, turning to the man who was almost like her owner. The collar had a large metal ring in the front. Christina was baffled how anyone would want to go out in public wearing such a thing. Glancing away, she noticed another man sitting quietly having drinks. He had two women seated around him, obediently helping refill his glass by pouring the whiskey. This man was older, with a slight dark beard revealing grey hairs. Across the lounge was a bar, but empty with the bartender busy wiping down the counter with a rag. Something was not right about this place. What had become a relaxing environment had now sparked Christina's curiosity of who could potentially be her neighbors among the residential suites. Gazing back at the band, Christina forgot about her drink all together when she noticed another man had approached her table.
"Hi there, should I call a waiter to get that refilled for you?"
Unlike the first man, this fellow was younger. Slicked back brown hair and a friendly smile with his brown eyes. The same kind of pinstriped suit was worn, but a buttoned up jacket.
"What's your name? Do you work here at the hotel?"
"Yeah, I'm Toby. Who are you?"
"You can call me Christina."
Offering a smile, she thought to herself that it would be best for him to not know she had a famous name. Toby placed his hands on the chair opposite of her, but didn't invite himself as the other man did.
"Well Christina, to answer your quest, yes I work here. I'm part of the security team. Can I get you another drink and join you?"
"Sure, if you're not going to be rude like the last man who tried to sit there."
Toby leaned down, shaking his head before looking back into her eyes.
"That was Brent, he's an asshole."
He glanced over to the right, towards Brent, giving the older man a dirty look, though he didn't see it. Christina returned the smile, impressed that this young man appeared to have manners. She slid her empty glass across the table for him.
"Get me a refill and you can sit with me."
"I'd be honored."
Like Brent, Toby was distracted at the view of her massive cleavage. He blushed, trying to hold back a soft smile as he grabbed the glass and took off. Christina took a moment to glance back around the room, looking in the direction of the other people sitting. Toby's introduction wasn't enough to distract her from the oddities she had witnessed moments earlier. The young man soon returned with her glass filled back up with whiskey and carrying his own. He offered the drink, watching her pale hand take it before he joined her sitting down across the table.
"So you're the new woman who checked in here. I'm sorry Brent had to come and make an ass of himself. I've had my eye on you since the band started, you look stunning."
Laughing at his compliments, Christina took a sip before replying.
"Thank you. I can't help but think to myself you look quite young to be a security guard."
"Oh yeah? Well I'm twenty-five, if you're wondering my age."
Once again, she laughed at him.
"Oh honey, I'm old enough to be your mother then. I'm forty-six, if you're trying to guess."
Toby blushed, his cheeks flushing red. Christina observed the movement of his eyes, glancing back down at her heavy cleavage while he took a sip from his drink.
"Damn, I wouldn't have known. Do you have a husband or any family of sorts?"
An amusing question, leaving her to think about the answer. Taking her time, Christina sipped from her glass again, gazing back into his face. He had handsome looks for a younger man and seemed brave to take the shot of flirting with her. After her drink, she replied.
"No, I've been married before but divorced. I don't want a family, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. My family was nothing but a pain in the ass when I lived back home. They were the reason I traveled all the way out here to L.A."
"You're a long way from home then?"
Giving her a nod, he continued.
"Yeah. I'm from Colorado if you're curious. Dropped out of college and spent all my money on a bus ride to get out here. Feels like a lifetime ago, I don't miss home."
"Tell me something Toby, how long have you worked at this hotel?"
He took another sip of his drink before answering her back.
"Almost three years. I'm two months away from that."
His reply left her wondering. If he was telling her the truth, then he had left his home barely an adult. Much less would have experience and know connections to land a job like this. At least she assumed that this hotel had to be a high earning job, but maybe he met the right people, or else he was lying. Whatever the case, she was ready to change the subject of this conversation. Christina tilted her head to the side, as a way to quietly suggest for him to look in the direction of the blonde haired woman wearing a collar around her neck.
"Do you know anything about that woman over there? Look at her and that thing around her neck."
As Toby glanced across the table, Christina spoke again.
"And what about the man? Does he own her or something?"
A smile flashed across the younger man's face and then Toby chuckled.
"That's Nancy and Mr. Tom. They live down on the first floor."
Grinning back at Christina, he finished off his glass of whiskey. Behind Toby, the band had ended their song as the rest of the room began to clap their hands. Christina didn't care about the music at this point as they shared the conversation.
"He likes to play games with collars and chains. She plays the games too. Let's just say they're a little weird."
Quirking her eyebrows, Christina couldn't hold back her slight laugh.
"I'll agree with you on that."
"So what brings you here, Christina? Outside of a few weird people with a lot of money, this place tends to be a retirement home for old people."
"Well, I'm not that old yet!"
They both shared a laugh together at her remark. Christina was hesitant to respond to his question, all while the band began to sink their instruments into a slow song to change the tempo.
"I don't know. To be honest with you, I'm only here cause I was offered a residency. I was thinking of making this my vacation home, perhaps."
She didn't want to give him too much information. The last thing Christina desired was for it to become a well known fact among the building that she was a woman carrying a status of Hollywood fame. Toby leaned back in his chair, giving her a nod.
"You must have some friends in high places if they made you a deal like that."
Smirking at his reply, Christina glared back into his eyes.
"Maybe you could say that, but I haven't signed my name on the deed yet."
"Too bad I'm not in the heart fixing business to try and convince you to sign it."
Laughing at his remark, Toby was a brave man to come on strong like that. Grinning back at him, Christina once again noticed his eyes glancing down at her heavy breasts. If she wanted to, this young man would be easy to wrap around her finger and get in bed with. The night had only just begun and she felt the need to flex her lustful desires. Perhaps now was the time to return the favor and come up strong on Toby with hard questions.
"I take it you don't have a girlfriend around the house?"
He shook his head, smiling back at her.
"Nope and my house is right here, if this place is to become your vacation home. Are you gonna ask to come up and see my room, Christina?"
Shaking her head, the time to make a choice was now. It wasn't like her to take a chance with a stranger, but Christina felt confident with the age difference between the two of them. She would be in control and hopefully, that meant she could guide Toby into her own lustful desires.
"No, why don't you come up to my room instead?"
"You want some company for the night?"
"Indeed I do."
There was no reason to sit idle any longer and build up the temptations within. She got up, leaving the glass on the table and then watching as Toby began to rise from his chair too. All the while, the band played on to their slow ballad track. Like the previous songs, the trumpet player was the leading voice, following on with the pace the rhythm section provided. Once Toby got up, Christina turned to him and began to walk backwards.
"Follow me if you dare."
She teased him, winking as she knew the young man would come hurrying behind her footsteps. Still grinning, Christina made her exit from the music lounge, strutting her hips. Brent wasn't anywhere in sight, but she hoped that smug man would be there to witness her leaving with a man that could've been him. Once they had left the music lounge, Toby caught up with her, walking to her right side.
"So which floor are we going up?"
"The fourth."
Her heels echoed across the marble floor of the lobby. Christina didn't bother turning to see Toby as she strutted her hips and went up the staircase. She figured that his eyes had to be observing the movements of her hips, or perhaps glancing down at her thick buttocks when he moved behind her. Not a word was spoken between them as they went up the flights of stairs. Every wall sconce radiated dim lights across her pale skin, making it up every floor. Toby didn't say a word until their shoes were touching across the dark red carpets of the fourth hall. Christina turned around, grinning as she raised her right hand and twitched her fingers, giving that come hither motion. Toby stepped forward, drawing close enough to the point that his chest was almost pushing into her great big breasts. Once again, his eyes glanced down into that amazing cleavage.
"I hope you're ready for me, Toby."
Her big blue eyes set forth onto his face as Christina spoke in a low, seductive tone.
"If you're not, then I'm gonna wear your ass out."
Unable to resist her allure, Toby pushed her lips to hers. Christina wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes and sinking her tongue into his mouth. They united in what became a tender kiss while her busty chest rubbed up against him. Their lips pulled apart seconds later, giving her the chance to breathe on him as he inhaled the scent of her strong perfume. No words were needed as Christina grabbed the door knob to her room and opened it. Stepping backwards into the room, Toby followed her action. he grabbed at the knob and slung it shut just as his lips met with hers again. A flaming kiss of passion was shared between them as Christina shoved her hands at the front of his suit. When their lips pulled apart she clutched onto his hand, ready to make that walk into the bedroom.
"Come on, I'll show you a time only a real woman can."
Her heels drummed loudly across the floor, echoing in the distance. Toby followed behind her, tossing off his jacket across the kitchen table and then unbuttoning the first few pieces to his white shirt. By the time they arrived to the bedroom, Christina let go of his hand, smirking with her right hand lifted to the center of her dress. The zipper piece of her top dangled between her fingertips. She wanted his eyes glancing down into her cleavage one final time before she slid that zipper down the track. Grinning, Christina pushed it down and her dress began to fall from her body while Toby's eyes enlarged at the sight of her giant F cup breasts. All natural, exposed before him. Christina shook them slightly, allowing those boobs to bounce left and right before he stepped a bit closer. When he raised his hands up, Christina grabbed his wrists, guiding him to touch her skin.
Their eyes met again, as she couldn't resist giving him that playful grin he had to be familiar with at this point. Tony couldn't maintain eye contact for long, as his hands pushed over her breasts, feeling those nipples harden against his palms. He began to massage her tits, rubbing them back and forth and playfully squeezing at them. Christina leaned in, kissing him on the lips before she placed her right hand to the back of his head and guided the man down. She smothered his face with her breasts, flapping them across his cheeks. Toby closed his eyes, embracing the moment as his face was between her boobs momentarily. He pulled away, latching his lips to her left nipple and sucking hard. Softly moaning, Christina could feel a bolt of energy down below. Her black pair of panties became drenched in her wetness. Toby slobbered all over her left nipple before coming to a halt. He alternated his lips to the other one, making sure to suck it equally while her fingers rustled through his short hair.
When he finally pulled his face away from her gigantic breasts, Toby leaned up. Christina had a short window of time to grab at his shirt and finish unbuttoning the ends, revealing his skinny stomach. He tossed the shirt to the floor, kissing her passionately again while his hands moved to her boobs. All he wanted was one last squeeze before breaking their lips apart and then falling down to his knees. Satisfied that she didn't have to demand this from him, Christina grinned, watching his dark eyes down below as he clenched his teeth around her front of her panties. Carefully tugging them down, his nostrils were met with the scent of her fresh dew. Not a single hair was in sight above those pink folds. Christina waited until the panties fell to her ankles and then she stepped out of them, now standing completely firm and naked as Toby embedded his mouth to her vulva's lips. With a faint gasping moan, she moved her hands to her breasts and began to touch herself while feeling his tongue dart inside of her.
"Ohhhhhhh, yessss..."
Closing her eyes, Christina moaned and exhaled. Toby was fast at work, keeping his hands over her legs as he worked his tongue in and out of her delicious cunt. He took his time, savoring the taste and then moving his right hand above her clit. Christina had moved her hands to her breasts, squeezing them and then pulling them apart to glance down and look at his face. Once they made proper eye contact, he pinched at her clit, listening to her gasp and moan. Toby rubbed at it while his tongue was still darting in and out of her pussy. To give her a small break, he pulled his mouth from her cunt and then began to rotate between her legs. Christina watched him move.
"Oh, where do you think you're going?"
He didn't answer her question as he gazed up at the sight of her wonderful buttocks. Using his left hand, Toby pulled one of her ass cheeks apart to glance up the crack and then he slid his tongue upward. He could hear Christina gasp, as she was not expecting this surprise rimming to come from him. With his right hand back at her pussy, he dipped his middle finger inside of her, slowly twirling it around until his tongue found her dark little hole. The sudden sensation had pulsed through her like a bolt of lighting. Christina's eyes widened, as she felt his tongue lapping around her back door hole. All the while, Toby was careful with his right hand middle finger slipping in and out of her pussy.
"Oh my god!!"
Finally a reaction had come out of her, far enough to satisfy him. Toby snaked his tongue out from the crack of her ass and began to withdraw. When he climbed his way back out from between her legs, he slipped his left hand down the crack of her buttocks, and probed her dark little hole by slipping the tip of his index finger in. Christina groaned in excitement, allowing the man to indulge himself in exploring her body. When he embedded his mouth back to her vulva lips, Toby moved both hands away, ready to play with her clit again as he snaked his tongue back inside of her. She let out a sigh in relief that he was going to continue this round of pleasure. Soon Christina felt his right hand finger rubbing at her clit again while Toby shifted back to her front side, still on his knees.
"Keep doing that! Ohhhhh!"
Her request was fulfilled as Toby continued to rub at her clit, working his finger faster. He used his other hand to slip between her thighs and grab at one of her ass cheeks, all while his tongue was still working back and forth into her. Toby didn't appear that he wanted to stop any time soon, as he was working hard at pushing her to an early climax. All Christina could do was stand there, breathing heavily as she felt one of his hands squeezing her ass cheeks. Toby pulled that hand back and gave her booty a playful smack as he began to wiggle his tongue deeper inside of her.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh god!"
Knowing right then and there, this man was going to push her to that sweet release, Christina braced herself. Eyes closed, she smashed the palms of her hands against her giant breasts, squeezing at them hard all while feeling his tongue move within her. Toby was hard at work, pinching and rubbing at her clit. He gave her ass one final playful smack before moving his free hand away. Still thrusting his tongue into her pussy, Toby worked harder, moving in and out in a faster pace when Christina finally reached her breaking point. She let go of her breasts, moving her hands down to his head, to lock him down in place. Toby wasn't going to pull his mouth away regardless, with the sudden burst of her love nectar flying to the back of his throat. A hard release came, nearly gagging him with those warm juices. He eagerly swallowed it down while listening to her take deep breaths.
"Ohhhhhh god... Now that's how I like to start a good night."
She let go of his head, allowing Toby to finally move his lips away from her pussy. He grinned up at her, flashing his teeth.
"I take it that you're impressed?"
The man was unable to witness any expression on her face with those huge tits covering the view. Christina nodded, stepping back a bit.
"Very much so. I do appreciate someone who knows how to use their tongue."
Toby chuckled as he began to rise up from the floor. Christina offered him a hand pulling him up until he was standing.
"I guess it's on me to return the favor now."
Giving him a devious look, Christina slowly fell down to her knees. He was still wearing his pants, along with his shoes. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him as she trailed her hands up his legs, softly teasing Toby. The grin remained across her lips, but Christina knew it was best to begin with slipping off his black shoes first. He wouldn't want them to get in the way for when they were to finally get into the bed. With the left shoe off first, Christina undid the laces to his right shoe. Toby helped her by kicking it off, but she didn't bother touching his white socks. Instead, her hands finally moved up to the front of his pants. Gripping it with both fingers, Christina gave a slight tug to tease him, noticing the bulge sticking up in the front. She then grabbed at his belt and began to undo it while caressing her left hand over his bulge.
"Mmmmmmm, got something in there for me?"
"I think you already know the answer to that question."
Flashing her teeth, she giggled after the belt came undone. Christina unbuttoned the front of his pants and then slowly slid the zipper down, all while maintaining eye contact with him. Toby grinned down at her and then watched the buxom redhead babe begin shoving his pants down to his ankles. He stood in nothing but his pair of tight white underwear. His bulging cock poking forward, desperate for attention. Stepping out of his pants, Toby glanced down into her eyes as she pulled at the front of his underwear and then abruptly dropped them quickly. His hard cock came springing out with a slight bounce before she wrapped her right hand fingers around. Christina felt the heat and hardness of his thick seven inches. After stepping out of his underwear, he slightly stretched his legs and let out a faint moan as she began to stroke his cock up and down.
"This is all mine tonight."
Her hand continued to move as Christina was still wanking him. Toby chuckled at her words.
"Oh yeah? You're claiming that cock for the night?"
She raised her eyebrows and gave a goofy grin that only made him laugh. Sliding her hand down to the base of his rod. Christina pushed her lips together and breathed down his length. That was only the beginning before she kissed the head and enveloped her lips around it. Toby stood there, gazing down into her big blue eyes as she began to suck on the first few inches of his long length. His shaft was thick with a large vein pulsing down the middle. Christina sucked slowly and then pulled back to the head quickly releasing him from her mouth. She proceeded to wank him again, pumping her hand up and down while lowering her mouth towards his hanging ball sack. For a moment, she couldn't make up her mind on what to shove into her mouth first. Slathering her tongue across his nuts, Christina pulled his cock to the left side.
Toby gasped but didn't say a word as he could see her eyes again and his rod shoved up against her face. She used her free hand to squeeze his balls and then guide one between her lips. Sucking on his left nut first, she let go of his cock to use both hands and stuff her mouth with his entire nut sack. Toby could see her cheeks deflating as she sucked loudly on his nuts, but only for a short time. Pulling them out of her mouth, Christina wrapped her right hand fingers back around his cock and leaned up to spit across it. Now that he was properly lubed up, her hand glided across his girth with ease. Grinning back up at him, she playfully dangled the edge of her her tongue across the slit of the head. Twirling her tongue around the head, Christina closed her eyes and sank that hard dick back into her mouth. 'Mmmmm', she made a muffled moan as she began to bob her head up and down.
"Suck it, babe. You want that cock, suck it then."
Placing his hand on her head, Toby stroked his fingers through her orange hair. Christina was hesitant if he was about to grip her hair and take control, but after a few seconds he didn't. He moved his hand away, just as she unwrapped her right hand around the base of his shaft. Pushing her hands into his legs, she maintained herself while bobbing her head up and down. Christina devoured his cock, sucking it strenuously. Keeping a steady pace, Christina opened her eyes and glared up at him while her mouth began to make various slobbering and sucking noises. Toby was living in the moment, experiencing just how easily she could devour his cock inch by inch.
Gwak gwak kah
Christina's mouth made faint sucking noises before she pulled her lips back to the head and released his shaft with a popping noise.
"I take it you're enjoying my cock?"
With a soft laugh, Christina smirked up at him while still stroking his hardness.
"Yesss..."
It was a quick reply before she slid that thick rod back into her mouth. Breaking eye contact with him, she resumed bobbing her head up and down. Toby planted his hands onto his hips, watching her. Christina began to move her hands down to her great big breasts, pushing them up as a small subtle hint for what was soon to come. Pulling her lips back to the head, she released it with a popping sound and a string of saliva dangling back to her open mouth. She reached for his cock with her right hand and then used her left arm to tuck beneath her busty tits and hold them up. Guiding his cock to her left nipple, Christina's big blue eyes glanced up.
"Mmmmm, you like these big titties?"
Smack. Smack. Smack. She beat his cock up against her erect nipple. Glancing away from his face, Christina looked down when she pushed the head if his dick up against her nipple to tease him further.
"Do that again. Smack my cock up against your tit!"
She wasn't about to forget to hit it up against her other breast. Christina smirked, alternating his cock to her right boob. Again, she slapped the head up against her skin, creating that same thumping noise from seconds earlier. Toby moaned, loving every moment of how she teased him like that. When she was finally ready, Christina let go of his shaft and moved both hands over her breasts. Shoving them together, she pulled them apart to offer a passage. Toby didn't have to be told what to do for this next act. He guided his cock right between her breasts, pulling his hand away as he watched her squeeze those tits together around his pole.
"Holy, mother of god..."
His lower lip fell as Toby had no more words to say at this wonderous feeling of his cock smothered between those epic breasts. Christina's tits were so large, they completely swallowed up his shaft, with only the head barely poking up. She grinned smugly, knowing the power of her breasts and how to work them. This was one act of pleasure Christina indulged herself with involving men in her life, as her husband was quite addicted to this. Raising her head up, she began to slowly pump her tits up and down.
"Ohhhhh, yeah. You like that?"
He didn't reply as she began to fuck his cock with her massive breasts. Gritting her teeth, Christina growled a moan as she locked eyes with him. Toby couldn't look at her face, as his view was concentrated entirely on watching the length of his shaft disappear and the head poke back up between those tits.
"You like that? You like watching my tits work over your cock like that? Don't it feel good?"
"Ohhhhhh, hell yes!!"
Toby cried out in pleasure causing Christina to giggle. She continued to work her tits up and down his shaft.
"Mmmmmm, hell yes is right!"
Glancing down, she watched the head of his cock poke up with each full thrust. Christina parted her lips and flicked her tongue across the head every time it poked up. She felt in complete control now, using her tits as weapons of pleasure against his cock. Toby moaned again, unable to hold back his cries of pleasure upon feeling her tongue flicking across his shaft. Christina continued at a slow pace, knowing just how much to work him over before she came to an abrupt halt. Glancing up, she grinned and pulled her breasts apart. Toby grabbed his shaft, desperately pulling it away from her before her powerful tits were able to push him into an orgasm. He may have tasted her early, but he wasn't ready to blow a load.
"Come on, Christina. Let's get up on the bed, babe."
Toby offered her a hand after speaking. Clutching onto him, Christina chuckled as she got up from her knees.
"I think it's my duty to tell you to get up on the bed!"
Shoving her big tits up against him, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled Toby in for a tender kiss. After their lips traded short kisses back and forth, Christina pulled away from him. She walked around the bed, patting the black sheets with her right hand.
"Get up here."
Whether he knew it or not at that moment, she was the one in control. Toby climbed onto the bed while she stood there, watching and awaiting for him to lay down on his back. Once he did, Christina pushed her palms down into the bed to climb up. She crawled towards him, quick to straddle his body and then begin climbing up. Toby gripped his cock, holding it up in anticipation for the moment she lowered herself down. When he glanced up at the high ceiling, he met the view of her face hanging down. In perfect position to gaze up at her voluptuous body, he moved his hands to her hips as Christina carefully lowered herself down onto his cock.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes..."
Biting down on her lower lip, Christina purred her moans as she could feel his cock sliding inside her wet delight. Leaning forward, she pushed her hands down over his skinny stomach and lightly grazed his skin with her fingernails. Her massive breasts hung low in good position for Toby to reach up and grab them. As he gave them a hard squeeze, she began to roll her hips, pumping his cock in and out of her. Toby didn't hesitate to begin bucking his hips, meeting with the movement she made.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh yeah!"
Christina closed her eyes, moaning out to him. Toby leaned up far enough to where he could place his head between her shaking breasts. That prompted her to move her hands to her tits, letting them smack up against his face and smother him for the second time tonight. As Christina became distracted, that allowed Toby a moment to pick up speed. He began to thrust harder and faster, pumping his cock in and out of her tight cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, god! Ohhhhhh, YESSSSSSS!!"
Her loud voice echoed throughout the room. Christina gritted her teeth, letting out a growl before she threw her arms behind her head. Flexing her elbows while her massive tits hit up against Toby's face. She finally leaned back up and began to pound herself down on his cock as hard as she could. The bed shook, rattling and hitting up against the wall from the sheer power of her movements. Toby lay his head back, groaning and crying out to her.
"Yes, yes! That's it, ride it! Ride it hard!!"
The bed posts up front slammed into the wall repeatedly creating a banging sound. Toby pulled his right hand back, smacking her ass to encourage Christina to continue riding him at this fast pace. She pushed her hands down into his chest again all while her tits began to flap and flop around. Her long orange hair sway, waving all around with locks blowing into her line of sight. Christina needed a moment to fix the hair out from her face. She came to a sudden stop, catching her breath and then glancing down to see Toby had leaned up. Smirking up at her, Toby called out.
"I think it should be my turn now. You mind if I finish this?"
"Are you asking what I think you're asking?"
He nodded, still grinning.
"It's your turn to be on your back, babe."
Toby kissed her passionately, cupping her right cheek with his hand. She may have said no at first, but with a loving kiss like that, Christina softened up. She surrendered, falling down on her back. His cock still lodged inside her pussy as now he was the one top as she lay down. Her great big breasts shoved up into his chest, allowing him to feel her hardened nipples poking into his skin.
"Don't stop! Come on, Toby! Give it to me!!"
He may have been on top, but Christina was still the one calling the shots. Their eyes met as he began to buck his hips again, driving his cock into her pussy. Moaning, she breathed in his face as his eyes glanced away. Toby couldn't resist to look down into the cleavage formed from her tits pressing up against his chest. Still thrusting into her, he finally locked eyes with the woman. Christina shut her eyes, moaning to him.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh yeah. That's it, that's it. Just like that, just like that."
Biting down on her lower lip, she began to moan. The bed wasn't rocking or banging against the wall anymore, but Christina was getting what she wanted. Over and over, he pumped his cock inside of her. They both moaned, trading groans for cries of pleasure.
"You want more, babe!?"
"Yes, yes! I'm almost there! Almost!! DON'T STOP!!"
When she yelled, Toby thrust harder and faster. Teeth barred, he grunted loudly. Christina didn't care at this moment about him unleashing his load within her. All that mattered to her was reaching that sweet release. Gazing up at his face, Christina threw her arms around his neck and then felt the bursting rush.
"OHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!!"
Her screams were enough to rattle his hearing, echoing throughout the entire hotel room. Toby grunted, eyes still closed as he was trying to fight off his own orgasm. Her inner walls collapsed, flooding his cock with her juices. Quickly, he climbed off her, forcing her hands off him and then standing on the bed. Toby's feet sank down into the bed sheets while Christina attempted to recover from her orgasm quickly. Down below her thighs, she drenched the bed sheets in her gooey juices. She moved her hands to her great big tits, desperate to touch herself after such a hard release. His shadow moved her as Christina watched Toby straddle her chest and take a seat right on her stomach. She knew what he was about to do, prepared to finish with only the best way to maximize the pleasure. Christina pulled her breasts apart, ready to use them as weapons once again.
"You know what to do, don't you?"
That question was answer to the feeling of his hard cock sliding between her tits. Christina grinned, glancing down as she squeezed her breasts around it and spit on the head. Toby didn't waste any time as he began to buck his hips, driving his cock between her tits. With a soft moan, Christina closed her eyes. She embraced this moment, feeling every inch of that long shaft pumping between her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah. That's it."
When she called out to him, Toby began to thrust harder and faster.
"Oh you like that? You like having a cock shoved between those huge tits, babe!?"
Now it was his turn to taunt her with a flair of dirty talking. Christina opened her eyes, biting down on her lower lip. He continued to thrust his cock again and again, working between her boobs.
"Are you gonna cum all over me?"
Returning the favor, Christina prompted a question of filth. Toby didn't answer as he continued to thrust his shaft between those tits. She grinned up at him, still teasing him with her voice.
"Gonna give me a big, hot load all over these tits?"
Toby didn't answer her, but the expression across his face told Christina all she needed to know. His cheek muscles flinched slightly while his face became more scrunched up with each passing second. That wasn't enough to stop him from bucking those hips and pumping that fat cock back and forth between her tits. It seemed that he was willing to wear himself out, all in an effort to pleasure himself with those giant breasts one final time. Gritting his teeth, Toby grunted and Christina could've guessed that he was soon to reach his breaking point. Instead, he made a few final thrusts and then reached to grab his cock. She pulled her breasts apart, freeing his shaft. After he grabbed a hold of it, she pushed her tits together, yelling to him.
"Cum for me! Cum all over my big titties!!"
Licking her lips, Christina knew how to beg, making eye contact as his hand jerked his cock back and forth. Grunting and groaning, Toby worked hard, pumping his grip back and forth and then crying out in pleasure.
"Oh god! OHHHHHHH, GOD YES!!"
The first spurt of his cum shot with such force, it missed her breasts and instead struck the left side of her face, near her lips Christina gasped, opening her mouth as if in an attempt to catch any flying droplets. Toby quickly twitched, aiming downward and watching the thick strings of cum splatter onto her right boob. He alternated, making sure that the next string of cum layered across her left breast as Christina raised her right hand and grabbed his cock. Her grip was tighter, forcing Toby to let go and then she finished the job. Stroking his dick, Christina knew where to aim it at her breasts, forcing spurt after spurt of cum out while Toby groaned and cried aloud. She didn't stop until the final drops of cum splashed down across her breasts.
"Oh damn, look at that. God, you look amazing covered in cum."
His voice was faint, almost a whisper. Swallowing his breath, Toby glanced down, seeing the streams of cum that dripped towards her neck, coating an ideal 'pearl necklace' that made him grin. The splash across her face had also dripped down forming that section below. Christina bit down on her lower lip, smirking as she looked so proud of this mess across her buxom chest.
"Made quite the mess, didn't you?"
"Yeah I did."
Glancing down at the cum on her tits, Christina giggled.
"Don't know about you, but that's good enough for me to get a wonderful night's rest."
Toby laughed.
"Mind if I join you? I'm too tired to go up to the floor where my room's at."
Returning the laugh, Christina quietly nodded as she slid her fingers to begin smearing the cum into her breasts.
"I was never going to ask you leave tonight."
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1 DAY LATER
Rays of light cast beyond the curtains, peeking into the bedroom to brighten areas of the room among the darkness. The black blankets were pulled out over the bed as Christina lay there alone sleeping on her right side. A digital clock sat on the right side nightstand underneath a lamp. The time of 11:37 flashed red as her eyes began to open. Still half asleep, Christina at least knew where she was awakening on this day. Sometimes it was difficult to sleep away from home, including some of the most luxurious hotels but last night had left her worn out. To sleep in this late past the early morning hours was a true testament to what a fun evening the previous day held. Tossing over, Christina expected to wake up with her partner from last night. Toby wasn't there, as the blankets were pulled out far enough to tell her that he had risen up and left her to sleep.
She got out of bed, wearing only a pair of panties before slipping on a black robe provided within the bathroom. Since Toby wasn't beside her in bed, perhaps he would be out in the kitchen. Oh, how lovely it would be to wake up and have a hot cup of coffee awaiting her on the counter. Christina brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out before she left the bedroom. Wandering into the kitchen, she found no one. The coffee machine on the counter had not been touched and it appeared that Toby must have left her room much sooner. Did he depart in the early morning hours? Christina thought to herself while opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. When she entered the living room, her eyes glanced up at the clock. Time had it close to noon, leaving Christina to believe that Toby must have been long gone since he had work to do at the hotel.
Over on the counter sat the paperwork of her contract deed to fulfill the residency deal. Christina glanced over it, remembering that she had yet to sign her name on the line. After last night she was almost convinced to leave the hotel all together before Toby had saved the evening. It may have been easier to grab a pen and write her signature down, but Christina decided not to. One night was not enough to make such a bold decision, marking this place as her vacation home. At least for today, she needed further convincing. What else did this hotel have to offer? Had Toby not come and shared drinks with her, Christina felt she would have been left second guessing what her eyes had witnessed among her potential neighbors. Now wasn't the time to put her name on the contract. Today, she planned to explore and see what else this hotel could offer her for leisure. Hopefully she would find Toby again too.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Wow awesome Cade. Great idea and lovely romanticism
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Lots of things to like here, all in the small details.
First off, the hotel sounds cool. You left a lot on the table though, which I assume we'll learn more in the future chapters.
Christina demanding 3 cubes of ice sounds like something that fits her. She demands excellence no matter what.
Toby up and leaving her the next morning leads me to wonder that he is likely a womanizer. Will there be any other women in this series?
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My god... How I love this hotel, I have to go for a walk one day lol.
This new series starts super well, full of interesting little details for the future. I agree with the idea and the choice of Christina Hendricks is so perfect in it, it made me think of a movie (Lost River, 2014) with a hotel rather cabaret bizzare in it but totally better obviously. It was great, I had a lot of fun reading this story and I will surely read it again even tonight.
The character of Toby is pretty good, the little veinard. Johnnie Walker whisky in partnership with Christina as in reality, nice wink I love. And the perfect titfuck forced in it as soon as we talk about Christina obviously.
I already love the hotel and the series. A pure wonder!
Thank you very much!! Thank you !
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Damn this is great. Superb work as always.
When will the next chapter come? You left me at the edge of my seat ready for more.
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Nice shot for those big hooker tits =P~
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Next chapter when? lol. You know I'm going to ask you that :P
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New chapter HERE (https://celebritystorysite.com/index.php?topic=4287.0).
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 2
Starring: Christina Hendricks
Codes: MF, Oral, Tit Fuck, Anal
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his. We brainstormed the ideas together, all scenarios were his ideas. Special thanks to him also for editing. Enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Down the halls, sunlight greeted anyone who stepped down from the stairs and into the lobby of the main residential building. There was no need to keep the lights on during the day while the sun was beaming through the large windows on three walls. Christina Hendricks found herself standing on that same checkered tile floor, glancing around at the people passing by. Her buxom body was covered in a black dress, hugging all of her curves and exposing her famous cleavage. Red hair pinned up into a loose ponytail while her feet were in a pair of slippers. To anyone passing by, she may have appeared to be a woman who had not been awake long. With a hot shower and breakfast served from a phone call, the world had slid back into focus around her.
Last night had been a wonderful experience. Her first night at the Miracle Light Inn had brought some precious memories. Christina was curious to know where Toby had run off to. It was rude for a man to up and leave a woman after a romp like that. She hoped that this was not a quick one-night stand, but Christina remembered that he worked security at the hotel. Perhaps he had to leave early to clock-in to work. Whatever his reasons were, finding him was the one agenda on the list today. There was still her residency deed sitting back in her hotel room awaiting a signature. One night had not been enough to satisfy her to sign the deed. Today she planned on seeing more of what this hotel had to offer before making a decision to have the place become her vacation home.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
A voice called out from behind her. When Christina turned to look, she was greeted by a butler dressed in a hotel uniform of a black suit with a blue bowtie. His face was clean shaved, light brown hair slicked back, and a set of blue eyes gazing back at her. Caught by surprise, Christina shook her head.
"Oh no. I'm just looking around, that's all."
She could have asked the man about a security guard named Toby, but what was the point? Christina watched the butler smile before she stepped out of his path.
"Enjoy your day, Miss. Don't leave so soon."
There was something about that choice of words that caught Christina's attention. She did not turn around, but the thought now occupied a space in her mind. Whatever it was about that saying, it rang through her mind with familiarity. Stepping out of the lobby, Christina decided to go out and see what else this hotel had to offer. Taking her time, she began to wander around the hotel. The articulate design of black and gold carried on from hallway to hallway, keeping true to the interiors. While walking down the corridors, Christina began to forget about Toby. Maybe she would bump into him as the day progressed, but if not, there could always be tomorrow. Her eyes scanned around as she continued her stroll until stopping at what appeared to be a gift shop with a large yellow lit neon sign.
On second glance, Christina realized that the sign read only a single word, 'Boutique'. She smiled, noticing mannequin dolls in the windows dressed in elaborate fashion choices from decades long ago. One wore a pink flapper dress, next to a male doll dressed in a proper suit. The lights were on with a large sign on the glass door in fancy black lettering stating 'residents only'. This was but a hint of things to come for Christina when she signed her name on the residency deed. While she was tempted to enter the shop, Christina walked right on past it. She considered going outside to have a look at the swimming pool, but this was not a good day to go for a swim. Besides that, she did not have a bathing suit in her luggage to change into.
Long corridors stretched out, offering subtle light in the distance. The longer Christina wandered down the halls, the more she began to notice a familiar pattern in the architecture of the lower floors. There was something odd about the layout of the building. She had walked past a doorway leading to a grand master staircase, but noticed that it was barred off with a black steel door. A key was required to use it, leaving her puzzled as to why anyone would make the choice to lock off a staircase. The main elevator was in the lobby, but for a building like this, there had to be a use for the stairs. Off in the distance, she heard a stomping noise coming behind her. This sudden loud noise alerted Christina, causing her to quickly turn around, and then she heard a chain rattling.
From the distance, a shadow cast across the left side wall. The thunderous booming was revealed to be a pair of platform boots. The leather fabric was shiny, visible from afar. Christina raised her eyebrows upon noticing this was a woman dressed in a dominatrix outfit. Knee high boots matched her black corset with silver buttons up to the top. Her hair was dyed blood red, flowing down her shoulders to reveal small silver ear piercings. Mascara fixed around her blue eyes, pale white skin and a busty chest in the corset. Across her neck was a metallic black satin collar. A red ruby glimmered from the middle, striking Christina's eyes. Her breasts did not match Christina's size, but it was admirable to witness. Behind the woman was a shirtless man, crawling on all fours. He stomped the palms of his hands down into the carpet floor below, moving slowly as the chain dangled from a metal collar locked around his neck.
The woman continued her march, only noticing Christina for a moment and offering a smile. Whoever this woman was, she gave the impression that she did not have a care in the world while walking her prisoner like a pet. Her stance and body language were enough to tell anyone that she was the type to call the shots. The man had short brown hair and a chubby chest, but nothing distinctive beyond that. He remained quiet, obediently following behind the woman. By the time they walked past, Christina could still hear the rattling of chain links. They came to a stop outside the hall, followed by the sound of a metal door opening. Christina could easily guess that this woman had to be a mistress, and she carried with her a key to the master staircase. She remembered last night noticing a woman in a collar back in the music lounge. This hotel had already given off strange vibes, but now Christina's curiosity had grown to new levels.
What secrets were whispered down the halls? Why the need for a steel door covering a master staircase? Who was this woman and her chained pet who had just walked by? So many questions, so few answers. Stomping her way down the hall, Christina wanted to see where that other woman had come from. The corridor led to a left turn path and then met a strange dead end. Only a wall with a gold lamp post sat there. Disappointed that this did not lead to another doorway, Christina stood there for a moment and began to theorize what she had witnessed. Perhaps that woman had brought the man to some corner for a bit of personal pleasure. It was hard to come up with any solid theory, as Christina could not seem to figure it out. She turned and began to walk her way back through the hall when she noticed someone else in the distance. The figure of a tall man stood out in the light.
"Excuse me, Miss. Are you lost?"
The voice echoed down the hall as Christina stepped her way closer. She knew from the tone of his voice, this was not Toby. The man stood tall, wearing a light blue sleeved shirt with buttons. Below, a black leather belt held up his pair of grey slacks. Short brown had a slight wave while his face had a black mustache. A pair of dark eyes gazed back at Christina as she offered a smile and replied.
"Yes, I was looking around near the shop and lost my way."
She lied to him. Not knowing who this man was, Christina did not trust him to reveal her true actions to a stranger.
"I know what you mean. I used to get lost around these parts all the time. May I help you find your way back?"
The man offered his left hand to her. Christina noticed that his fingers were empty. No rings, only a vintage style brown leather watch. She shook his hand while speaking.
"I'm Christina and you are?"
"Hunter."
After the handshake, he stepped back.
"Come on, I'll show you where ever you wanna go."
Walking behind him, Christina thought of discreetly mentioning the locked staircase. She could not help herself, as this adventure made her more curious with passing time.
"I came across a staircase but there's an odd barred door covering it."
"Oh yeah, that staircase is pretty odd, ain't it? I've never been through that door, I can tell you that much."
From that response, Christina figured that Hunter was not employed by the hotel staff. Then again, she could not say the same for that red haired woman dressed like a dominant mistress. There was no need to mention witnessing that. The man probably would not believe her words anyway, she thought.
"So where do you wanna go, Christina?"
Thinking for a moment, Christina had many answers she could give Hunter. At least for the time being, she needed to head back to her suite.
"I think for now, I need to get back upstairs to my room."
Hunter chuckled.
"Can't say I blame you. This place can be quite intimidating once you get lost."
She followed behind him, down another narrow corridor that her feet had previously walked. As they continued on, Hunter attempted to strike up a conversation.
"I take it you just checked in recently. I haven't seen you around before."
"Yes, I came in yesterday. How long have you been living here?"
He chuckled before responding to her.
"Too long, I'm afraid."
"How old are you? You don't look like the others I've seen here."
Turning to smile at her, Hunter answered the question.
"I'm thirty-five. I retired when I was twenty-six and moved in here."
"Retired in your twenties? How is that remotely possible?"
They continued to walk as Hunter replied.
"My old man is a stock broker. I struck gold back in the day with the right investments."
Unimpressed by this story, Christina smirked as she weighed in on how she was going to reply. Hunter must have been a spoiled rich kid, she thought to herself.
It must be nice to have the right person to guide you in life. I sure wish I could've retired that young."
Trying to hide his smile, Hunter turned to look back at Christina's face.
"Well, life is strange. Gotta make good use of the hand of cards you're dealt."
"I'll agree with you on that."
By the time they stopped their stroll, Christina could see the boutique shop in the distance. She figured this was a good enough time to depart from him. Glancing his way, she nodded and offered a friendly smile.
"Thank you for showing me the way. I know how to get back to my room from here."
"No problem. If you need someone to show you around, call room service. There's always someone in the hotel with nothing else to do but go for walks."
She laughed at his comment as he walked past her. Hunter waved his right hand, taking one last look from across his shoulder as he left her standing there. While Christina was not impressed with his story of early retirement, he at least had manners. Her eyes glanced back at the sign for the boutique shop. Fighting the urge to step through the front door, her mind wandered back to Toby. Where was he during this time of the day? She had already wasted enough time wandering around the hotel, taking in the strange design of dead ends and extended hallways. At least for the time being, Christina figured it was best to stay true to her words. She stomped her feet across the floor, heading back to the main lobby of the residential building.
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7 HOURS LATER
The day had begun to pass quickly when Christina made it back to her suite. Lunch was the first thing on her agenda after changing outfits. After calling up room service to make an order, she studied the contract deed still sitting out in the open. With the exploration she had done through the long winding strange halls, she still felt conflicted about writing her signature across the line. The time had come to leave her suite again after having a quick lunch. Christina had been trying to fight the urge to go snooping in that little boutique shop, but as the afternoon wore on, she gave in. The scent of raspberry candles burned when she entered the shop, a smell that lingered throughout the day as the night began. Inside, Christina met a woman around the same age as herself. Short with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
No name tag was pinned on her silky white dress. The older woman introduced herself as Miss. Joan, a working couturier employed by the hotel. The two ladies struck up a conversation while Christina's eyes wandered around the large shop. Rows of old vintage style garments were on display in the lady's section on the left side of the store. The right side was the men's department, and she did not bother stepping through there. Everything had been arranged neatly, with wooden shelves sticking out from the black walls. Rows of hangers with expensive garments sat in front of a back wall with shoes. After having a look at all the vintage-style dresses, Christina was determined to come up with something. Miss. Joan wasted no time offering to do measurements and build a custom dress to her liking.
The other woman had no other customers waiting today, giving her the opportunity to work exclusively for Christina. A sheer light blue color had caught Christina's eye. Since she did not arrive with any blue dresses, she requested Joan to make her something fitting to her specific measurements. For an hour, the two women bonded. After meeting Hunter, Christina became curious to always ask someone how long they had lived at the Miracle Light Inn. Joan told her that she had moved in just two years ago. Semi-retired, she earned her living from employment with the hotel while waiting to reach the correct age to draw social security. When Christina left, Joan informed her that room service would arrive with her dress before sundown.
Since she had a custom dress ordered, Christina felt the need to step out in public. Her second night at the Miracle Light Inn was going to be one for style. By the time the dress arrived, she had already fixed up her hair. Her orange locks flowing down covered her ears entirely, with a split down the middle. No jewelry was needed tonight after fixing up her makeup. Christina went with dark mascara and eyeliner, creating a smoky eye effect. The blue dress was made with a shiny silk, illuminating the color from a distance. As she stood in front of her mirror, fitting the dress on, Christina grinned smugly. She was dressed to kill and knock all the men dead. She was so proud of her curvy figure. The one-piece dress hugged her shoulders, running down to offer an ample view of her heavy cleavage. No bra was needed to contain them tonight, with the built-in garments.
Down below, Christina was forced to wear her black high-heeled pumps. Had there been anything to spend money on besides a custom outfit, it would have been a pair of blue heels to match. Few people would witness her feet since the ends of the dress ran down past her ankles. Now that she was properly dressed up, Christina left the suite. Wandering down the hall and to the lobby, this time it was nearly empty. Maybe that was the case during the night. Everyone had cleared out to either go to the music lounge or someplace else for entertainment purposes. Rather than sit in for another night of a live band, Christina wanted to see what the diner of the hotel had to offer. Her heels clicked and clacked across the hard floor as she made her way through more hallways. The diner awaited her behind two large white doors with golden knobs.
Upon entering, Christina was taken back by the sound of voices sharing conversations. Like the music lounge, the diner had a similar design. Dark walls, round tables with white tablecloths draped over them, and seating for two. The tables covering most of the floor were ideal for candlelit dinners for couples. Across the room sat a row of booths for privacy. There was a cut out section with a doorway on the left side. Her eyes scanned to see a large sign hanging on the door 'Smoking Only'. A waiter approached her. A short main wearing a black vest with a red bowtie. His first question was about her choice of smoking or non-smoking. There was no reason to pick the smoking room, so Christina's answer came fast. The waiter informed her that any of the round tables that were unoccupied were there for her choice. Where to sit did not matter, so Christina sat down on a table in the middle of the room.
The menu had much to offer in freshly cooked food. Christina picked spaghetti with bread sticks to go with marinara dipping sauce. Upon waiting, she was served with a drink of choice. Wine was offered with a fresh bottle uncorked. The waiter placed it on the table, allowing Christina to pour herself a glass. Each table contained two glasses of wine, but she was sitting alone. While sitting there waiting, Christina's eyes wandered around the room. Toby was still on her mind, but she did not expect to see him or any of the other suit wearing security men in the restaurant tonight. She remembered witnessing that woman wearing a collar last night in the music lounge. Her eyes scanned around, noticing that most of the couples in the diner were elderly. No one was sitting alone in this room except for her.
Maybe there would be something interesting beyond the door of the smoking section, but Christina had no desire to go in there. The diner appeared normal, at least when compared to her experience last night in the music lounge. She had arrived, expecting to have all eyes on her among an audience. Instead, Christina was met with a room of people who could not care less to ignore her glamourous appearance. By the time the waiter arrived with her plates of food, Christina had swallowed down her second glass of wine. She thanked the man and wasted no time beginning to eat. Now was the time to sit back and enjoy herself. It did not take her long to finish with the bowl of spaghetti. As she munched on the bread sticks, she caught a familiar sight. Hunter had arrived, now wearing a grey jacket to go with his pants. He offered a smile, approaching the chair opposite of hers at the table.
"Are you waiting on someone tonight, Miss. Hendricks?"
Surprised that he knew her full name, Christina shook her head.
"No, but that isn't an open invitation for you."
He laughed at her, placing his hands on the back of the chair.
"So I can't sit with you?"
Ignoring him for a moment, Christina glanced down at a breadstick. She fed it to her mouth, biting off a large piece before her blue eyes shifted back to his face.
"I might let you have a seat. If you can tell me how you know my name, then the chair is all yours."
Hunter smiled.
"Honestly, it was an easy guess. You were on a TV show I used to watch called Mad Men. I knew I had seen your face somewhere..."
His eyes glanced down to her heavy cleavage, rudely staring for a moment before gazing back up at her face.
"And something else."
Amused at his response, Christina giggled.
"Take a seat, Hunter."
She resumed eating as he pulled the chair out to sit down. Christina paid him no attention as she finished off one bread stick. Hunter reached across the table for the bottle of wine and spare goblet.
"Do you mind if I have a drink?"
"Pour me one too while you're at it."
Following her command, Hunter filled Christina's glass before his own. Flattered that he recognized her, Christina thought about teasing him over the fact.
"I'm surprised you recognized me. Did you watch much TV before your retirement?"
"Yeah, I was a big fan of your show. Can I get a toast?"
Raising the glass, Hunter smirked. Christina was still amused, so she played along. She grinned, raising her glass high.
"To you, a nice fan in a strange place."
He chuckled at that remark.
"And to you, living it large under the spotlight."
She blushed at his comment while tapping her glass up to his. After the toast, Hunter and Christina both sipped on their wine glasses. She was eager to swallow the remainder of her drink in one sip. Hunter took his time, savoring the taste as she spoke up.
"I'm quite flattered that you recognized me."
"What did you think? I'm just a boring rich kid who lives like a prince?"
"I would be lying if I tried to say no."
Hunter had a laugh at her remark. Christina finished eating, her eyes glaring back at his face the entire time. She noticed that he took a peek down at her cleavage, then fixated his eyes back on hers.
"At least you're honest. I have to respect that from a woman like you."
"What do you mean a woman like me?"
His eyes shifted around the room. Hunter set his glass on the table and leaned his elbows down before responding.
"Most women here act easily impressed when they find out I'm walking around with deep pockets. I respect someone that don't give me that act."
Christina smiled, nodding back at his response. She began to think that her first judgement of him earlier in the day may have been wrong. Knowing that Hunter was a fan of hers, and she was already thinking about how she could wrap this younger man around her finger. He was struggling to contain eye contact with her by constantly glancing down at her heavy cleavage. Christina's eyes noticed this as their short meeting continued. Something about him told her that he would be easy to use for her own desires. There was no sense in waiting for Toby to show back up. On her second night at the hotel, Christina felt promiscuous desires deep inside. Some time had passed since her last committed relationship, leaving her the chance to indulge in multiple affairs.
"So you call yourself a big fan, Hunter."
"Yeah, I've always liked watching you on screen."
She smirked at him, refilling her goblet with one last glass of wine. Christina brought the glass to her chin before replying back.
"Did you ever have any... fantasies about me?"
Quirking her eyebrows after those last words, she began to drink the wine while he nodded.
"Yeah, I've had fantasies about you before."
Christina lowered the glass, quietly placing it down on the table. Still smirking at him, she leaned in so he could get a better view of her breasts nearly spilling out of the blue dress. Flashing the front row of her teeth in a devious grin, she spoke in a low voice.
"Oh really? Mind telling me what you like?"
Sure enough, his gaze fell on her cleavage. So predictable, Christina thought to herself. Hunter flashed his teeth in a grin.
"You're quite proud of those boobs, I can see. I've had more interest in your ass though. I don't think it got enough attention on Mad Men."
Unable to contain herself from blushing, Christina rested her head in the palm of her right hand. She was impressed by his answer, but she expected him to focus entirely on her breasts.
"Why don't you come down to my room and I'll show you what my fantasy is, Christina."
Again, he impressed her. Here she was thinking that she could lure this man upstairs to her own room, but Hunter was calling the shots. Christina gave him a nod.
"That would make my night better."
"You mean our night, right babe?"
She giggled at his remark. Hunter was the first to get up from his chair. He offered Christina an aiding hand, pulling her up.
"Don't worry about the plates. The waiters will come and clean it up."
"Let them earn their pay check then."
Her reply made Hunter chuckle. He gently held her left hand as they began to leave the diner, walking hand-in-hand. Her heels were muted but still had a thump sound as she marched with him. That sound became a loud boom when they were stepping across the hard floor below. Hunter turned and grinned at Christina.
"I'm gonna give you a night that you'll never forget."
"I hope you're a man of experience then."
His hand tightened around hers after Christina's choice words. As they walked through the lobby, in the distance a door opened with a burning scent. A tall man with shiny grey hair reeked of the smell of burnt cigars. His hands were shoved down into the pockets of his black pants, standing there and observing. A smug grin ran across his aged face, eyes studying the hand-holding between Christina and Hunter. The door behind him led to a private lounge, reserved solely for employees at the hotel. Neither of them noticed the man from behind as they began to stomp their way up the stairs, leaving his line of sight.
"Come on, my room is up here on the first floor."
Letting go of his hand, Christina giggled.
"Oh, I can't wait to get my hands on you."
Her excitement was impossible to contain in the dim-lit hall. They had yet to even kiss, but Christina felt the urge to unleash her wild side upon this man. Hunter had left his door unlocked, turning the knob to open and standing outside.
"Ladies first."
He grinned at her, allowing Christina to step through the door first.
"Such a gentleman, huh?"
She teased him, stomping her heels through the doorway. Hunter followed directly behind her as Christina turned around. As soon as the door slammed shut, her lips were pressed against his. She moaned into Hunter's mouth, closing her eyes and shoving her huge breasts up against his chest. He responded to her sudden aggression by wrapping his arms around her. In between trading kisses, they moaned into each other's mouths. Christina stepped back, pulling away from him, and then smirked.
"You like this dress, Hunter?"
Moving her hands across her breasts, Christina squeezed them from within the blue garments. His eyes watched the ripple of movement across her pale skin.
"Yeah, it's fucking beautiful."
Christina giggled.
"Well, you know what they say in Hollywood? The most famous dresses are worn to be taken off."
Her eyes locked on him as she pulled both shoulder straps down. Her breasts came spilling out of the dress, flopping freely in all their glory. Hunter licked his lips upon witnessing her erect nipples. A devious smirk ran across her face as she pushed the dress down her thick curves. Christina pushed the dress past her knees and ankles, eventually stepping out of it to reveal her naked body before him. No underwear was needed as she now stood firm and proud, hands planted on her hips. Hunter's eyes scanned across her curvy figure. He admired the view of her breasts, then down to her stomach and the wet folds of her pink vulva lips. Not a hair was in sight as Christina prided herself on being cleanly shaved. The only piece of her outfit left was the pair of black high heel pumps.
"See anything you like, Hunter?"
She ran her hands up to her giant breasts, cradling them after speaking. Hunter gave her a slow nod, motioning with his right hand.
"Yeah, but I wanna see that ass. Turn around for me."
The tone of his voice told Christina all she needed to know. He was not a man like Toby, who preferred big breasts. Following his order, Christina slowly turned around to reveal her bare buttocks. While Hunter marveled at her booty, she took the time to scan her eyes across the suite room. They had barely made it through the front door before she began to undress. All the furniture consisted of dark wood, gold lining, and a vintage style leather couch. None of it looked any different from Christina's suite room.
"Bend down."
His order caught her out of the day dream. Christina's hands were still cupping her massive tits. She spread her legs out and bent over to please him. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she spoke up.
"Is this what you wanted to see?"
Moving her hands down to her knees, Christina thrust her hips out to shake her ass slightly. She could hear a rustling sound but did not want to glance beyond her shoulder and check. Hunter slipped his shoes off and then stepped ahead of her.
"Come on, babe, let's go to the bedroom."
He led the way, walking in front of her and through the living room. They crossed into the kitchen before the doorway leading to the single bedroom. A large mirror hung across the wall from the bed in a vintage gold frame. Dark red blankets had been previously pulled back, revealing black sheets underneath. Someone forgot to make their bed this morning, Christina thought to herself. Hunter stepped around the bed, throwing off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Christina made her way closer to him, grabbing at the front of his pants as she brushed her bare breasts up against his chest. He leaned in to kiss her on the lips, all while her hands were hard at work unfastening his belt. Christina stepped away, tugging on his belt after it was undone.
"Come on, babe. Let's get up on the bed."
Hunter was in control, leading her with his voice. Christina figured she had the chance to take his pants off, but the man did it himself. Sitting down, Hunter slid his pants and underwear down while gazing at Christina's epic breasts. Her eyes wandered, tracing the gold metal frame of the bed. The shape ran up in the center of the headboard, where she noticed a brown teddy bear sitting there. It was positioned in such a way that the black beady eyes were glancing down onto the bed. Giggling, she pointed her finger towards it.
"Oh my, where did you get that?"
It was difficult for him to hide a smile before answering.
"The bear? It was a gift from my niece."
"It's so cute!"
Christina pushed her hands down into the bed and climbed up, somewhat distracted by the bear. Hunter kicked his pants and underwear off his ankles and to the floor. She took a quick peek at his cock before moving around on the bed. From where Hunter sat, he had to turn around and stand up. Christina stood on her knees, hands pushed over her giant breasts, as if to tease him by hiding her nipples. His semi-hard cock entered her sights. With one glance at it, she gazed up at and smirked at Hunter.
"Let me take care of this."
Her hand reached for his cock, prompting him to let go. Christina brought her hand to her lips and ran her wet tongue along her palm, covering it with her saliva. She reached out for his hardening member, prompting him to let go.]As Christina twisted her right hand fingers around that pole, she exhaled deeply as she felt the weight and girth of his cock grow. Her big blue eyes focused on his face as her hand jerked him back and forth.
"Gotta get you nice and hard first."
Licking her lips, she finally broke eye contact to glance down at the head of his shaft. Her hand slowly shoved down to the base before going back up. Hunter quietly stood there, allowing her to wank him. Again, Christina licked her lips, now shoving the head to her mouth. She kissed it and then opened her mouth wide, sliding his shaft in. 'Mmmm', she muffled a moan as she began to slobber her way down his shaft.
"Yes, ohhhhh yes. Suck that cock."
His voice came out with a level of authority, reminding Christina that Hunter was the one in control. From how she saw it, however, she was the one down on her knees in control of the pleasure. She gazed up into his eyes, slowly sucking him inch by inch. She pulled her lips back to the head, releasing it with a popping sound only to spit across the head.
"You've got a big cock. That's all I need tonight."
With a soft chuckle, Christina breathed across his length. She began to rub it against her lips as if applying a tube of lipstick. Her free hand reached for his balls down below, giving him a subtle squeeze. Hunter responded to that with a moan as she shoved his dick back between her lips. Bobbing her head faster, Christina let out another muffled moan. She moved her hands to her breasts, squeezing them as she bobbed her head up and down. Hunter let out a loud moan.
"Ohhhhh, fuck..."
She soon felt the palm of his right hand on the back of her head, as if to encourage her to deepthroat his length. Christina closed her eyes and shoved her lips further down. She refused to take it all, leaving a few inches left as she gagged and nearly choked on his length. Changing her mind at the last second, she drew her lips back to the head and released it with a popping noise. Hunter brought his other hand down, now gripping the sides of her head, his fingers lacing into her orange locks of hair. Christina had merely seconds to prepare herself, knowing he was about to thrust his cock back into her mouth.
"Suck it, Christina. Suck that fucking cock."
Mouth open wide, Christina sucked when he thrust his shaft back between her lips. Hunter's fingers tightened in her hair as he began to buck his hips and fuck her mouth. She closed her eyes, feeling inch after inch of his cock pump through her mouth. Pushing her palms down over her breasts, Christina began to make gagging and moaning noises.
"GWAK-GAH-GWAK-KAH!"
Hunter took a deep breath, still bucking his hips in a solid rhythm. Christina sucked and slobbered on his shaft as he continued.
"Just like that, just like that. "Just keep sucking it, just keep sucking it, babe."
His voice uttered almost in a whisper. Slowing himself down, Hunter spoke clearly in a stern tone.
"Look at me."
Opening her eyes, Christina's deep blue hues gazed up at him. All Hunter could do was offer a shark-like smile, flashing his full teeth. He resumed fucking her mouth, thrusting his cock in and out. Luckily for her, he did not attempt to deep-throat, instead keeping this steady rhythm that made it easier on Christina. As she maintained proper eye contact, Christina slid her nipples between her fingers. She slightly pinched herself, waiting in eager anticipation for when she had a chance to smother his cock with her titanic sized tits. Drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth, dangling with her head movements. For the final thrust, Hunter slowed himself down to a halt. Christina heard him grunt, and that was when she shoved her breasts up, quietly preparing them.
"Fuck!"
He pulled her hair, freeing his cock from her tight lips with an echoing pop sound. Saliva strings dragged from her open mouth back to his shiny, drool soaked pole. Hunter took a deep breath as Christina gazed at his cock. She could see the bubbles of her saliva, soon popped by her spitting on it again. Before he had the chance to fuck her mouth again, Christina pulled her breasts apart and shoved them up. Hunter was taken by absolute surprise when she stuffed his cock between her tits with ease.
"Oh shit..."
His words came out in excitement but also shock. She grinned up at him while squeezing her tits around his shaft. The immense size easily swallowed up his cock with only the head poking up. This was what Christina desired. He got to fuck her mouth, so it was only fair she was going to fuck his cock with her tits next.
"Don't act like you don't love my tits. I saw you constantly looking at them in the diner."
She grinned, flashing her full teeth. Christina then began to pump her breasts up and down, tittyfucking him.
"You like that, Hunter!? You like that?"
Christina gritted her teeth, growling her moans as she continued to work her tits up and down. The entire length of his dick disappeared between the folds, with only the head poking back up. As he moaned, she taunted him again with dirty words.
"You like how your cock feels between my big fucking tits?"
Up and down she pumped her breasts. Christina only broke eye contact to glance down and spit on the head. Hunter groaned, calling out to her.
"Fuck, those tits are amazing. Keep going, baby!"
Panting and crying out his words, it was clear to her that she had Hunter in a vortex of pleasure. Parting her lips, Christina flicked her tongue across the head each time it poked up. Again and again, she continued to pump her breasts over his cock.
"Feels so fucking good!"
When Hunter made his next exclamation, Christina raised her head. She giggled at him, still pumping her boobs up and down.
"Yes it does! I love having a big cock shoved right between my tits!"
Licking her lips, she began to slow down. The last thing Christina wanted was to force him into an orgasm before that cock was stuffed in her cunt. Taking a few final pumps, she bit her lower lip and then let go of her tits. Her right hand grabbed it while Christina used her left forearm to push her breasts up. Glaring up at him with a mischievous grin, Christina rubbed his cock against her right nipple.
"I know you love these tits, Hunter. You can tell me."
Smack. Smack. Smack. She beat his cock up against her nipple as he moaned. Christina rubbed it against her nipple while speaking again, alternating it to her other breast.
"Come on, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you love my big titties."
"I love 'em."
A weak response, Christina thought to herself. She expected him to at least utter her name. Out of disappointment, she didn't bother smacking his cock up against her other nipple. Hunter reached down, taking his cock away from her and then motioning with his left hand for Christina to rise up.
"Turn around babe, I gotta see that ass again."
Christina sighed. Even with the full power of her breasts, this man was still curious about her ass. Nevertheless, she had a reason to appreciate the attention her buttocks were about to get. Turning around, she crawled around on the bed, sinking the palms of her hands and knees down into the sheets. Hunter guided her to move slightly, as the teddy bear was now looking down upon them. Legs spread, she pushed her head down into the sheets of the bed to raise her ass up.
"Is this what you wanted to see?"
Her words came out in a smug tone, as if she was mocking him. His hand playfully slapped across her booty in response. Moaning at his touch, she called for him.
"Fuck me, Hunter. I want you to fuck me so badly. "
"What's that, Christina? What did you just say?"
He mocked her while guiding his cock between her thighs. Christina closed her eyes, moaning softly as she felt the head rubbing against her vulva lips.
"I said I want you to FUCK ME!!"
She screamed loud enough that her voice echoed throughout the room. This pleased Hunter as he began to thrust his cock into her pussy. With a gasp, Christina softly moaned.
"Mmmmmm, that's it. Get that cock in there."
Spank! His hand slapping down on her ass sent a strong message. As Hunter thrust his cock into her pussy, Christina pushed her hands down and raised herself up. As her booty lowered, Hunter spanked it again.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Hunter!"
His hand swatted her ass again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. Christina let out an exaggerated whimper. She dug her fingernails down into the sheets of the bed, now feeling his hands grip her hips as he began to thrust harder and faster.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh yeah! That's it! More! Give me more!"
Expecting him to spank her ass again, Christina raised her head and closed her eyes. Hunter gripped her hips tighter instead of spanking her. He continued to thrust his cock into her pussy, now causing her breasts to begin bouncing and swaying from underneath.
"Fuck me! Ohhhh, FUCK ME!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. The noise created now was their bodies hitting together and Hunter's balls slapping against the undersides of her thick booty. He groaned while Christina hung her head. Eyes still closed, she could feel her tits wobbling and shaking as Hunter gave her everything he had, inch by inch. Over and over, he thrust his cock in her pussy, fucking at a steady pace before slowing down.
"This what you wanted, babe?"
Groaning in response, Christina thought of mocking him with that same question. Hunter slowly thrust in her cunt as she cried out a response.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! Is this what YOU wanted, Hunter!?"
She gritted her teeth, growling out her next words to him.
"Show me that ass, show me that ass! That's all you were worried about! Did you forget how to spank it or something?"
Spank! His right hand came down hard, smacking the right cheek of her ass. Christina laughed.
"That's more like it!"
He leaned forward, almost laying on her back while his cock was still in her pussy. Christina could feel his breath blowing down the left side of her neck.
"If you wanted another spanking, all you had to do was ask."
Whispering into her ear, he moaned while slowly thrusting his cock inside her. Christina raised her head, eyes still closed as she replied in a clear voice.
"Yeah, I'll take another spanking. I wanna feel my ass burning red hot while that cock is in there."
Hunter gasped, giving Christina the impression that he was shocked that she would allow him to fuck her ass.
"Yeah, you heard me right! Since you love my ass so much, I'm gonna give you the chance to prove it!"
As he leaned back up, she whipped her orange hair to glance over her right shoulder.
"I've gotta tell you honey, it's been a long time since I've had anything shoved up my ass."
The look on his face was priceless, Christina thought to herself. Maybe Hunter did not expect to be granted this privilege with all the attention he gave her booty. Moving her head back down into the sheets, she shoved her ass up again. He slipped his cock out of her pussy, moving his hands to squeeze both of her ass cheeks and pull them apart.
"Your ass is amazing. I know those tits are what you're the most proud of, but this?"
His hands squeezed her ass harder.
"This is what I like."
Exhaling her breath, Christina laughed.
"So you're an ass man. If you really wanted to fuck my ass, all you had to do was ask."
Her words mocked him in a low tone, similar to when he whispered in her ear. This man had a thing for her ass. Christina thought to herself that if any man repeatedly watched her scene in Mad Men bent over in the red dress, it had to be Hunter. He slid his cock up the crack of her booty, causing her to moan again. His hands found their place again, gripping and squeezing her ass cheeks.
"Don't forget, I want you to spank it."
"I haven't forgotten, babe."
Grumbling as he spoke, Hunter thrust his cock between her ass cheeks. Christina expected him to begin spanking her at any moment now. Instead, Hunter continued thrusting his cock between her booty cheeks. He pumped until the head was poking out, then went back down. Christina began to giggle at what he was doing. It was as if the man was using her ass cheeks to tittyfuck his dick.
"Having fun back there?"
"Yes! Yes I am!"
She laughed again, her voice ringing louder in the room. Hunter continued, taking a few last thrusts between her ass cheeks before stopping. He pulled the cheeks apart to witness her dark little hole in all of its glory.
"God, that's a sexy fucking hole right there."
"What are you waiting for? Put it in there."
Hunter began laughing as Christina sighed in frustration. The last thing she wanted to do was beg for this. Her wish was granted a few seconds later as she felt the head of his cock sliding into her ass. He drew his right hand back and spanked her ass hard while thrusting in.
"Ohhhhhh god! It's so fucking tight!"
Slapping her booty again, Hunter began to slowly thrust. He gritted his teeth, groaning as Christina began to moan.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh yeah! Is my ass too tight for you?"
"No, I think it's just perfect."
When she laughed at his reply, Hunter spanked that ass harder. With his left hand, he gave the other side of her ass a subtle squeeze, then he slapped it. Using his left hand again, he spread his fingers out down the small of her back and then began to buck his hips to fuck her ass.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh yeah! That's it! Fuck my ass, Hunter! Fuck my ass nice and good!"
His eyes fixated below, watching as his cock disappeared with every inch pumping into her back door hole. Groaning again, Hunter began to thrust faster. Christina kept her face buried in the bed sheets, ass still raised high.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh yes!"
Spank! His right hand came down hard on her ass. Christina closed her eyes and called out.
"Spank me! Harder, Hunter!"
Spank! Again, his hand came down across the right cheek of her bum. With faster movement, Hunter was now pounding his cock in and out of her ass.
"HARDER!!"
The palm of his hand struck her ass again and again. With each thrust, Hunter spanked that ass until the palm of his hand was stinging. He continued to pound his cock up her ass, causing Christina to moan and cry out. When he slowed down, she knew he was about to stop, but for what? There was only one reason that would satisfy her.
"Come on, fuck me. Fuck me, please Hunter."
It was not her intention to beg, but Christina was willing to. She felt his cock pulling out of her ass, causing her to whimper. She so desperately wanted to slide a hand between her legs and play with her clit, but that was answered by feeling his cock push against her vulva lips again. She let out a sigh in relief, his dick plunging back into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh yes, mmmmmmmm yes!"
Crying out to him, Christina kept her eyes closed while feeling his cock thrust into her. Hunter pushed the palms of his hands down on her ass cheeks, gripping it while he bucked his hips forward.
"Happy now, babe? You needed a hard fucking, huh?"
His words taunted her as he continued to thrust at this steady pace. Christina felt like a wild animal in heat. She was desperate to reach her climax, and thankfully, he was getting close. With each passing second of feeling that cock thrust inside her, Christina was in a heavenly bliss.
"Oh god, yes! Yesssssss!"
Spank! Red marks had now formed on her right cheek as a result of Hunter's hard spanking. He slowed down and, with one last thrust, he gently pulled his cock out of her pussy. Christina growled in anger. Before she could think up words to spit out in reaction, she felt his cock slide back up the crack of her ass. Hunter guided it back into her ass.
"Yeah, yeah! I ain't done with this ass yet!"
With another sigh, Christina moaned out. She could feel every inch of that cock pumping in and out of her ass again. Somewhat frustrated by his switch up, she was thinking of how close she had to be to reaching her orgasm. Hunter began to giggle, still thrusting his rod in her ass.
"Oh god! Ohhhhhhh man, this ass is amazing!"
Swallowing her breath, Christina cried out while trying to glance across her shoulder. She found it difficult in this position, laying her head down among the bed sheets.
"Yes, yes! Ohhhhhhhh..."
Her voice was faint with each moan. If not for her feet tucked in the high heels, Christina would have curled her toes at the feeling of his cock buried in her ass. Panting and breathing heavily, Christina continued to moan. She could feel inch after inch of his cock pounding her ass, but at a slow pace. It became obvious he was trying to hold himself back from an orgasm, but Christina wanted hers.
"I need you to fuck me, Hunter. Fuck me, please..."
That last word had an effect on him. Coming to a full stop, Hunter began to carefully pull his cock out of her ass.
"Don't worry, I wasn't going to forget. But since you said please, you're gonna get your wish."
Biting her lower lip, Christina purred a soft moan. When she felt his cock push back into her pussy, she felt the need to lower her ass. She did not want to take the chance of him switching holes again to tease her. Hands pushed down into the sheets, she raised her head and then shoved herself back. His cock thrust back into her cunt. Hunter placed his hands on her hips and began to fuck her once again.
"That's it, that's it! Ohhhhhhh, yeah!"
Each word Christina uttered came out in a desperate tone. She wanted to have that sweet release so badly. Her breasts jiggled, slightly wobbling from their bodies hitting together again. Hunter fucked her in a slow but steady rhythm. With each full thrust, she knew that the climax was drawing closer and closer. To her, that was all that mattered. She already had her fun when she fucked that cock with her giant tits. Thrust after thrust, inch after inch. Christina could feel her orgasm coming. Swallowing her breath, she began whimpering again in desperation. Her eyes remained shut as she began to cry out.
"Oh god! Ohhhhh god!! Yes! Yesssss!!"
Eyes opening wide, Christina gasped.
"OHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!!"
Her lips puckered up as she was overwhelmed with a blissful feeling. Her fingers raked at the bed sheets below, her toes curling within her shoes.
"God damn! Fuck!!"
Hunter's voice alerted her as he quickly snatched his cock from her cunt. His eyes fixated on watching the flood of her love nectar leak onto the bed sheets. Christina needed a moment to catch her breath after such a hard orgasm.
"Damn, I guess you really wanted that, huh?"
Such a pointless question, she thought to herself. But Christina felt the need to answer him in a snarky tone.
"Yeah, I needed that."
The bed wobbled as Hunter climbed off. His feet hit the floor with a thunderous boom. Still catching her breath, Christina glanced beyond her right shoulder to see him standing there stroking his cock.
"I want you to lay down on your back, babe. Can you do that for me?"
Rolling her eyes, Christina sighed at the way Hunter spoke. Now that she had her climax, she had little concern of him, but it was funny how he acted in control. Following his command, she rolled over on her back. Glancing to her right side, she could see the teddy bear atop the headboard gazing down at her. There was something amusing about the bear, but Christina could not focus on a cute charm right now. She felt Hunter's hands on her legs, pulling her at the end of the bed from the left side.
"You want to put my legs up on your shoulders?"
Her question came with confusion as to why he was grabbing her legs. Hunter shook his head.
"No, I just thought you'd want them hanging from the bed."
Laughing at his remark, she shook her head.
"I can always spread them out if you wanna fuck me again."
Shaking his head at her, the man smirked.
"I've already done that. I think you know where I wanna put it again."
Setting her eyes back on him, Christina gasped. She knew what Hunter was speaking of.
"Really? You asked me to lay down so you could shove it up my ass again?"
"What better position? That way, I can see your pretty face and those huge boobs."
"Such an honest answer."
Christina grinned after her reply, mocking his words from earlier about honesty. She spread her legs out and moved her hands over her breasts. Since he said he wanted to see them, she thought of no better way to tease him than to hide her nipples. Hunter glanced down, noticing her ass hole beneath her pussy. He glared at her, grinning as he inched the head of his shaft inside. Shoving her breasts together and spreading her fingers to pinch her nipples between them. Hunter moved his hands to her calves, helping her spread her legs while thrusting into her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck my ass!"
She cried out to him, throwing her head back and moaning. Hunter wasted no time fucking at a fast pace, causing her breasts to jiggle and wobble around within her grasp. Long locks of her orange hair pooled around the bed sheets until Christina raised her head. She glanced forward, noticing that he was not even bothering to look at her face. Hunter's eyes were locked on her breasts, jiggling around while he thrust his cock in and out of her ass.
"You like that!? You like fucking my ass!?"
He ignored her dirty words. Christina shoved her breasts up far enough that she could lick her own skin. Her lips kissed her left nipple and then twirled around it while her tit was still pressed against her face. Hunter watched, still thrusting his cock in her ass.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yeah!"
Christina's words came out after popping her lips from her nipple. She adjusted her hands over her breasts, allowing them to bounce up and down in the grasp of her palms.
"Fuck my ass!
Yelling at him, Christina was not sure how much longer Hunter could hold back. So far through the night, the man had managed himself well by holding back his orgasm. But now she could see his face muscles twitching as his cheeks scrunched up. That was all she needed to see to know that his time was coming. Over and over he continued to pump his cock in her ass as she moaned for each thrust.
"Fuck! FUCK!! I'm about to cum!"
Hunter abruptly pulled his cock out of her ass, stepping back on the floor. His hand stroked it as he yelled at her.
"Get on your fucking knees!"
His words were a direct order but spoken in a voice of desperation. Christina fell to her knees off the bed, listening to Hunter begin huffing and puffing.
"Where do you wanna cum? On my boobs or-"
He cut her off, speaking over her.
"All over those fucking tits!"
Preparing herself quickly, Christina held her breasts up for him and grinned. Hunter stroked his cock, aiming it down at what may have been the greatest set of boobs he ever had in his lifetime.
"Cum for me! Cum all over my titties!!"
Still grinning, Christina quietly thought to herself. This was about to make back-to-back nights of pearl necklaces glazing her tits. Hunter groaned, grunting as he gritted his teeth and then he moaned out.
"Ohhhh, OHHHHHHH FUCK!!"
String after string of sticky white semen flew out of his cock, splattering onto Christina's breasts. She maintained the grin across her face, glaring at him smugly while feeling the steamy hot liquid splatter onto her chest. Hunter did not once look into Christina's eyes, instead focusing on the fine art he made on her skin. Christina could feel one wad of cum layer over her neck, completing the pearl necklace she desired. Most of his load was spent on her right tit, now streaming across her skin. Hunter squeezed his cock, forcing the final drops out that fell onto her right nipple. Christina began to laugh, her eyes never leaving his face.
"You look very proud of yourself, babe."
"Oh believe me, I am."
If only he knew about Toby, Christina thought to herself. Within two days, she had fucked her way through two unsuspecting men. There was a reason she had such a wide smile across her face while the cum was dripping down her famous breasts. To a man like him who recognized her, Hunter could sleep on the fact he had just fucked Christina Hendricks. But to her, she felt a certain sense of satisfaction in her lust. Something deep down inside Christina was coming out of her, in spite of the mysteries this hotel had to offer.
"Hunter, do you mind if I crash in your bed tonight? I'm all worn out and don't think I wanna go up any stairs tonight."
His face lit up in a surprised smile. Christina was left thinking that he must not have expected her to ask this question.
"Sure! I'd love for you to sleep in my bed. You already stained the sheets, so you might as well roll in 'em."
That remark made her laugh.
"At least you're honest about that."
TO BE CONTINUED
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This is incredible ! I loved this one. You perfectly manipulated Christine's character. She thinks she is in control at first but things quickly turn around. I love how Hunter teases her by playing between her ass and pussy delaying her orgasm.
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Great story, you've left much to look forward to in the next installment.
I'm almost more curious about what is next to come in the hotel than I am for Christina's sex tales. So far she has met 2 interesting blokes, what's next? And where to next?
Keep up the great work :Y:
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Hot and nasty sex. I like the inverse of Christina going all for anal rather than using her tits.
But I'm more interested about the locked stairwell and strange hotel you have here. I get the feeling someone has been going in places they aren't supposed to be going. Miss. Big Tits sure is nosy.
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Great two chapters
When will the next one be ready?
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Great two chapters
When will the next one be ready?
I'm working on that this weekend. If you're on my Patreon, you can see it as soon as it's published ;)
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Thank you.
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Oh what a pleasure! The scenario is devilishly good.
This part n°2 is great, Christina Hendricks in all her glory again, I like that Hunter is also attracted by her beautiful ass even if she has big breasts. It is a good surprise and rather unexpected this sequel that takes this series in this strange and mysterious hotel but I love it !!
It's a great story well worked, hot, dirty. How I love them.
Great job. 😁 Thank you 😀
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 3
Starring: Christina Hendricks
Codes: MMF, Solo, Oral, Tittyfucking, Anal, Double Penetration, Double Pussy Penetration, Facial
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his. We brainstormed the ideas together, all scenarios were his ideas. Special thanks to him also for editing. Enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Another day, another awakening to sunlight beaming through a window to lighten up what was previously a dark room. For the second day in a row, Christina Hendricks woke up alone. Her naked body was covered by the dark red blankets. The light made the color appear much brighter in the silky fabric. Sitting up in bed, she could clearly remember the events from last night that led her to wake up in this room. Hunter was gone, much like Toby on the first night. Back-to-back nights had been spent in the company of different men, only to wake up in another man's room to start this day. She shook her head and ran her right hand's fingers through her long orange hair. Hunter had obviously awakened before her, so perhaps he was off in the living room or kitchen of the suite. Climbing out of bed, Christina noticed her blue dress folded up properly on a dresser.
His clothes were gone, but hers sat there beneath a large golden framed mirror. Turning to glance back at the bed, she noticed the teddy bear once lodged on the headboard of the bed was also missing. That was funny to her, as it almost gave her the perception that last night may have been a product of her imagination. That would only be a fantasy if she didn't feel the aching in her buttocks. Hunter had too much fun playing with her back door hole last night. Christina had not had much attention back there in her more recent sexual encounters. It was refreshing to meet a man like Hunter, but it was the other man still on her mind. The more she thought about last night's events, Christina wondered where Toby was. Taking another glance at her silky blue dress, she decided to leave it for now. Once she was ready, Christina planned to take advantage of calling room service and ordering fresh clothes.
Without a care in the world to walk around this suite completely naked, Christina stomped out of the bedroom. She hoped to smell fresh coffee from the kitchen, but upon arriving, Christina was met with quiet seclusion. There was not a trace of Hunter in the suite whatsoever. Much like Toby getting up and leaving her, the man did not so much as leave a note. Christina sighed, noticing the coffee machine was left untouched. What kind of man has the time of his life in the act of fucking and leaves without so much of a goodbye? That question lingered in her thoughts. She stomped out of the kitchen, moving to the living room as her mind began to replay the events of last night. Christina remembered stripping her body of the dress in the living room, so at the bare minimum, Hunter at least folded the dress and moved it.
So much for being a gentleman, she thought to herself. The man could fold her clothes but not leave a note to say goodbye. Stepping through the kitchen, Christina started the coffee machine and grabbed a cup. While brewing a fresh cup, she made her way back into the bedroom. It was a funny feeling to walk around naked like this. After the last two nights, Christina felt a joy from inside that she had long craved. There was something about having the status of a sex symbol back in Hollywood and then using her body for pleasure. Two nights, two different men. She had no shame, having long been a single woman after her divorce. Her giant breasts bounced and swayed freely as she stomped across the bedroom floor. Rather than call room service to deliver some undergarments, Christina decided to head for the shower.
She wanted to at least wash her body in Hunter's home before leaving. That would wash out the rudeness she felt from his silence. Christina almost felt isolated from how she woke up in his bed. The bathroom light had been left on. When she stepped through the doorway, Christina noticed her reflection glaring at her from the oval shaped mirror above the sink. Gold lining covered the mirror, matching a marble top that covered the sink counter with a gold plated faucet and bowl. Gazing back into her own blue eyes, she grinned. The sight of her nude body had made Christina smile. She loved her curvaceous form. Christina was so proud of her massive breasts and every natural curve on her pale body. Glancing down, she noticed a white tooth brush still covered in plastic. That caught her by surprise, but maybe Hunter had his own tooth brush tucked away.
Before getting in the shower, Christina scrubbed her teeth. Like in any other hotel, a tube of tooth paste was supplied in the bathroom. She noticed a silky black robe and white bath towels that looked fresh and unused. Maybe that was the product of five-star class room service, or maybe Hunter was rarely home. There was no need to keep thinking about this man. Soon she would be leaving his suite, and perhaps they would not come face-to-face again. There was always the chance he could come back to the suite and walk in on her. Christina did not even check the time when she first awoke. It did not occur to her that he might be out running errands and would soon return. None of that mattered once she slid the door open to the shower and stepped in. Her shadow was cast across the white tiles on the wall and floor.
When the water sprayed from the hanging faucet, Christina stood with her head raised and eyes shut. She had turned the hot water just far enough for a warm shower without it being too hot. The water soaked her hair, sending streams trickling down her heavy breasts. There was something that made a shower relaxing. Taking a deep breath, Christina stood for several minutes, enjoying the water spray over her body. She turned around so the shower head could soak her back and buttocks. Lost in her thoughts was her career back in Hollywood. Since last night, Christina had begun thinking about her own status of fame. Hunter had recognized her. Would he be the only one among Miracle Light Inn guests? Maybe it was vanity for other actresses, but Christina reveled in the way she could attract men with her name and body. Maybe that was what drew Hunter to her last night.
A tingling sensation was soon felt between her thighs. This feeling could only be ignored for so long before action was needed. Taking a deep breath, she thought about fighting the urge to use her hand. On second thought, Christina chose to give in. Here she was, feeling horny after going through two men. The appetite of lust was something she found blossoming from inside her. She began to sweat while having flashbacks, reliving certain moments of her time with Toby and Hunter. Moving her left arm across her breasts, Christina pressed down. Her nipples hardened, poking into her forearm. The water continued to trickle down her back until she turned around. With her right hand free, Christina slid it down her slick skin, finding her vulva lips. Raising her head, she let out a soft moan while dipping her middle finger beyond the pink folds.
Fog covered the sliding glass door as a mist formed throughout the bathroom. A faint moan was audible from Christina's voice as she shoved her middle finger in deeper. Twisting and thrusting her finger, she bit down on her bottom lip. She moved her left hand to squeeze one of her breasts, fantasizing about Toby's mouth sucking on her nipple. If not his lips, then any man willing to worship her tits. It did not matter; even Hunter knew he was useful. The memories of that first night were flashing through her mind, mixed in with the events of last night. Moaning out, Christina opened her eyes and gazed at the white tile facing her. She had now dipped two fingers into her pussy, and was now rubbing her clit with the palm of her right hand. If only someone was here right now to satisfy her desire.
The water continued to run as the only noise throughout the murky room. With a moan, Christina broke the silence when she pushed her giant breasts up against the glass surface of the sliding door. It left an imprint as she closed her eyes and pushed the palms of her left hand down. Where was that good man when she needed him? There was no better time for Hunter to walk through that door and find her still in his suite. In this position, she was thinking about him. He could be right behind her, pounding that hard cock into her juicy cunt. Christina bit her lower lip. Her right hand fingers were still working in and out of her moist pussy. She would thrust the middle finger, then follow up with her index finger. After this, she thrust both in together, all while whimpering to herself. No one was there to hear her cries.
Her breasts slid down the glass, followed by her left hand fingers trailing down. The sound of the water spraying from the faucet had become a trickling rhythm all the while Christina lost herself in a vortex of lust. Still thrusting her fingers into her pussy, she gritted her teeth. With a third finger shoved inside, Christina felt she could at least simulate the absence of a hard cock. Stepping away from the door, she turned to face the spraying water. She could feel it trickling down her head, spraying from all sides as her hair was slick and completely wet. None of that mattered to her as she thrust finger after finger. Middle, index, then the ring finger. All in that order was what Christina needed to help push her closer to what would be a third day orgasm. She could not help herself. The urge was too much and she needed that release.
She began to cry and pant in pleasure. She closed her eyes and screamed as her legs began to tremble. Christina swallowed her breath and then screamed at the feeling of her inner walls tightening around her fingers. She pulled them out as her climax was finally reached. With a gasp, she opened her eyes and whimpered a cry. This was not the kind of hard orgasm Christina knew she could experience from a man, but it was better than nothing. A lost opportunity for Hunter to come back home and join her. Clouds of steam had formed throughout the bathroom, now invading the bedroom and drenching fog across every glass surface. Christina had lost all track of time without a care in the world about how long she had been in the shower. Her own gluttonous lust was more important than keeping track of the passing minutes.
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8 HOURS LATER
After calling room service to deliver undergarments in her size, Christina was ready to leave Hunter's room. For whatever reason he had left in the morning, she did not care. In her mind, she figured the man would be waiting outside. Maybe he wanted to stroke his own ego by seeing her leave his room in the same blue dress she had stripped off last night. She was not giving him that satisfaction. No one was outside when she ventured up the staircase and back to the fourth floor. Once back alone in her room, Christina's mind began to wander. The temptation was there to leave and explore the hotel for another day when she remembered the contract to her deed of the suite. Two days in, so far she was impressed with what the hotel had to offer, but it was not enough to sign her name on the line.
Back in her room, Christina changed into something more casual for the day. A simple pair of denim jeans and a black blouse sufficed. Her long red hair was pinned up in a ponytail before she left her room again. Would she bump into Hunter again today? That was a question she considered, but it was not among her most precious thoughts of the day. Toby was more of her type. Where could that young man be on this fine afternoon? By the time Christina left Hunter's apartment, a few minutes had passed from 11 AM. She was surprised that she had awakened before noon with the hard fucking they had last night. This gave her more time to wander around the hotel and see what else the Miracle Light Inn had to offer for residents' entertainment. The music lounge was not her choice of destination for tonight.
Apart from the men she had encountered, Christina felt she had made a friend yesterday back at the boutique clothes shop. Miss. Joan appeared to be open for business again today. Rather than waste the older woman's time today, Christina walked on by. Later on, she planned to thank her for the work done on her custom dress, but not today. She did not have her purse with her anyway, so she did not write a check. While walking through the halls of the main floor, her mind wandered back to those long, dim-lit corridors she walked through yesterday. There was an itch in the back of her mind to journey all the way back to that locked staircase. She could not stop thinking about where that master staircase led to. Why keep it behind a locked steel door? There was also the thought of a dead end hallway, but there was no need to trace her foot steps back today.
Instead of taking the same routes, Christina stumbled across a lovely sight for entertainment. The hotel had its own private theater, behind a fancy black door with gold lining. A sign stood to the left, stating that the theater only showcased classic films from the 'golden age of Hollywood' era. Black and white movies from an era long gone. Smiling to herself, Christina checked the time. It seemed that only one film was put on per week, judging by the bold black print on the poster. Directly beneath that sign was a large vintage poster for tonight's showing. Christina grinned when she noticed the face in a 1940s style oil painting. Rita Hayworth's long orange hair was wavy as she was smiling back in a silky black dress fitted with elbow-length matching gloves. Her name was printed in blue letters. The film title of 'Gilda' stood out in gold coloring.
Many years ago, Christina found a fun hobby in indulging herself in classic films. It was a past time she shared with her husband before their divorce. In some ways, she likened herself to Hayworth's image. A glamourous bombshell who ruled the big screen in her era. The film started at 7 PM, leaving Christina with more than enough time to go back to her room and order dinner from room service. Her decision for the night was made. After a fine meal, Christina planned on changing into another elegant dress. The poster of Rita Hayworth only made her want to strike another look to attract the attention of strangers. Tonight was going to be another black dress night, Christina thought to herself. Before she had called for dinner, she was already back in the bedroom. Gazing back at her reflection across the mirror, the time had come to strip her voluptuous body early.
She decided to wear the same black dress from her first night at the Miracle Light Inn. The garments had been freshly washed, all courtesy of superb room service. Christina was still thinking about the moment she pulled the front zipper of the corset up. Her giant F cup breasts looked as if they were about to pop out. Thinking about Rita Hayworth, she wanted to leave an impression on any men who may see her passing by on this short trip. What was it like for Rita? A woman who had elevated herself to the level of a goddess. Christina knew the place Gilda had in history as an important film, but it was all from Rita's image. She would forever be known for that iconic black dress and pinups that men decorated their walls with. That image mattered more than any awards that could be racked up to collect dust on a shelf. Rita had the legacy of a goddess from the big screen.
The theater was dark, dimly lit to hide the color of the walls. Christina noticed it was completely empty when she entered. A row of five seats sat in front, stretching back to create four total rows. It was small, hardly the size of a true auditorium, but it was of no concern to Christina. A standard drink fountain machine was to her right, offering Coca-Cola products complete with plastic cups, straws, napkins, and an ice machine. To her eye, it was the most cheap looking piece of equipment in the hotel. A door led to a private bathroom next to the concession stand. Up above, she could see the lights on in a booth with a vintage projector reel. A shadow moved from that lit window, telling Christina that someone was up there. The movie would be starting soon, and she was left alone as the sole member to make up an audience.
From the third row, she took the center seat. Sinking her buttocks down into the red seat. In her left hand, Christina grasped a small drink she had made. The lights remained dim as the film began. The clicking noise of the projector was soon drowned out by the sound of orchestrated music for the film's introduction credits. A radiating light was shining from the projector lens, visible from high up. Christina paid it no attention as she raised the straw to her lips and took a sip. What a delightful evening to have the theater all to herself. Christina could not help but think to herself. Here she was all alone with a screen to fit a movie larger than back in her suite room. She crossed her legs, dangling her right foot high heel while brushing her hand through a few locks of her long orange hair. If only she had considered fixing up her hair in the vintage wave style Rita Hayworth had in this film.
"She had what it took to say it, but I know it scared her. I knew it would haunt her. Anyone as superstitious as Gilda, out loud, asking for disaster."
The strong voice of Glenn Ford narrated the film. On screen, he played the stereotypical tough guy of the time. Something about his appearance made Christina think about Toby in some ways. Ford was a man chasing after Hayworth's character. Where was a man like that to chase after her? Christina thought to herself. As the movie continued and she sat alone, the entry door quietly opened. A veil of light shined into the theater as the door opened fully. Two figures in the shape of tall men stepped in before the door shut. Christina heard a faint voice and some mumbling chatter between what seemed to be two men. As she turned to look, the flash of white teeth was in her direction from one. Walking side-by-side, it was two men with muscular builds. Their heads both had short brown hair. Clean shaved faces, only with the difference of their outfits.
One man had on a simple blue T-shirt. The other was wearing a button-up white shirt, both complete with pinstriped slacks and black shoes. Christina did not pay them much attention at first. She kept her focus on the film playing, though she found it odd that two people would arrive so late. A short laugh among the men caught her attention, as they did not seem to have a care in the world about their voices rising over the movie. From the corner of her left eye, Christina noticed one of the men was leering in her direction. Still ignoring them, she soon had no choice but to accept their presence when they began to walk across the row of chairs where she was seated. One man stepped in front of her, taking the seat from her right hand side. The other sat down directly next to her left arm. Although neither man was carrying anything, Christina could feel their gazes scanning over her body.
"Wow, it really is her, man."
The comment made the other man laugh. Christina glanced to her left side, seeing a smirking face of a man who appeared to be in his thirties. She gave him an almost dirty look before speaking up.
"I beg your pardon, dear?"
His smile only widened before he replied.
"Miss. Hendricks! Do you mind if I call you Christina? I'm Phil, and this is Bobby."
He pointed across from her with his right hand. For a moment, she glanced to the right at the other man. He was grinning, almost with a star-struck look.
"How do you do, Miss. Hendricks?"
Bobby's voice had a slight twang, almost a southern accent compared to Phil's, who sounded as if he were a California native. Sitting back in her chair, Christina quietly thought to herself. She was not expecting someone to approach her like this in the hotel, instantly knowing her identity, let alone two men. Sipping on her straw, she waited before responding to Phil.
"How did you know I was here?"
"A friend of ours told us there was a famous Hollywood lady somewhere around here."
"I take it you both live here?"
Her question prompted a nod from Phil, while Bobby simply muttered 'mmmhhhmmm'. She began to wonder who could have told them about her. It was easy to guess Hunter.
"Who told you I was here? This was supposed to be a secret."
"It would be bad business if we told you our friend."
Bobby spoke up in response. The two men looked at each other for a moment as Christina fixed her eyes back on the screen. She took a moment before replying to them.
"Oh right, you boys would never lie to each other when you want something."
They laughed at her cold remark. Christina could easily speculate that Hunter was somewhere in the hotel. Maybe he watched her enter the theater and told his friends. That was her first guess.
"So let me guess. You're both..."
Raising her free hand, Christina gestured with two fingers as if quotations.
"Big fans. Am I right?"
"Oh yeah!"
Again, Bobby replied before they both nodded. All Christina did was sigh and roll her eyes.
"You like classic movies, Miss. Hendricks?"
At least Phil was able to get a nod from her. She turned to Bobby and teased the man, offering her a drink. Seeing as he was star-struck at her presence, Christina saw no reason not to take advantage.
"Mind throwing this away for me?"
He took the drink, rising from his chair.
"Sure, no problem."
She did not so much crack a smile, watching Bobby make himself useful by disposing of her trash. Phil carried on in his speech as Bobby walked away.
"You should've checked in last week; it was a Humphrey Bogart marathon. Now they're back to showing just a single movie all week."
Rita Hayworth's and Glenn Ford's voices were audible in the distance, but Christina was no longer paying attention to the events on screen.
"I take it you come here often, Phil? Maybe you're more interested in classic movies than I am."
The man had laughed at such snide remarks. Bobby quickly returned, sitting his skinny body back down in the seat on her right side.
"Yeah, I like watching 'em. They don't make movies like that anymore, you know? Too much computer-generated crap clogs up the screen these days."
Christina laughed at his remark.
"Too much super hero shit too, if you ask me."
Bobby interjected, causing Christina to turn and smile. She saw both of them gazing down into her heavy cleavage, unable to maintain eye contact. It was clear to her that they had a level of lust for her. Whether they came here as a result of Hunter telling them or not, Christina no longer cared. What she had in her sights was two unsuspecting men who were almost to the point of drooling over her beauty. It was hard for her to care about anything other than their motivations. She knew what they wanted.
"So you're both big fans, huh?"
Christina watched them both nod quietly. Neither man said a word for a moment, causing her to smugly grin at them.
"I guess we can't call this a chance double-date, so what do we call it?"
"A triple date!"
She giggled at Bobby's words, but Phil shook his head.
"I might as well come right out and say it. That makes a threesome."
"Hmmmm, you're not one to be subtle, are you?"
Phil smiled, shaking his head again. His big brown eyes focused on Christina, with the occasional glance down to her cleavage. Bobby's eyes never left her figure either. For a moment, Christina thought to herself, as if she was living the role of Gilda, or perhaps Hayworth herself as a glamour goddess. Taking on two men tonight would definitely be a step further than the last two nights. Could her body take it? Christina had only one question for herself. The men displayed confidence, but she was not doubting herself. Bobby and Phil had a look to them that told her they would be easy. Christina figured it would not take much to have them wrapped around her fingers once they found a place of privacy.
"I don't like to beat around the bush. Sorry if I'm a little blunt with my words."
"No, it's fine. I appreciate the honesty."
Bobby laughed at her response to his friend. Christina took a second glance his way, then back to Phil.
"Are you two brothers or something? I swear, you could be twins."
"That's what people call us."
After Bobby's reply, they both cracked up laughing. Christina spoke again.
"But you're not related, I take it?"
"No, you could say he's my brother from another mother, if you will."
Bobby pointed back at Phil after his admission. Christina giggled at his remark.
"Oh lord, do you tell every woman that?"
"No, just a Hollywood babe like you."
"How flattering."
Christina teasingly replied. The movie had become background noise to her, no longer paying it any attention whatsoever.
"You might be famous, Miss Hendricks, but we-"
She cut Phil off, talking over him.
"Please call me Christina. We're not sharing the screen with those in front of us."
The men laughed at her comment. Phil carried on speaking.
"What I was trying to say was, me and Bobby here are kinda famous with the other lucky female guests here. As you put it, a triple date... but I think you know what I really mean."
So there it was. Christina had the men figured out as a swinging duo, but she could not have guessed they specialized in threesomes. From the way Phil described it, they had a reputation among the hotel guests. Maybe it was a joke or he was bluffing, but Christina found it amusing. It was easy for her to imagine them scouting for lonely women in the music lounge. She caught Bobby staring at her breasts. Feeling more daring about her teasing, Christina gazed directly at him and spoke.
"You look distracted."
When Bobby's eyes moved back to her face, Christina flashed her pearly white teeth in a grin. Phil sat there and watched her speak in a seductive voice.
"Can't take your eyes off them, huh? Don't worry, I'm used to that."
"How about we get outta this place and go somewhere more private?"
Phil's words captured her attention. Christina was intent on filling out his question.
"Your room or his?"
"Mine. I've got a nice apartment up on the sixth floor."
Raising her eyebrows, Christina seemed impressed.
"Nice, you're a few floors higher than me. I take it you've lived here for a while?"
As Phil nodded, Bobby answered her question.
"We've been here for about four years, actually. We came together. They call us the twins for a reason."
Laughing at them, Christina nodded.
"Trust me, I can see why!"
Phil chuckled and began to rise from his seat. He offered her a hand. The movie was still playing in front of them, but Christina had long since stopped caring. There was no need to wait until the screening had ended. She was ready to leave now. Bobby got up and followed them as the sound of big band horns followed through during the film. They were up and leaving, right at the most famous scene in the movie. Rita Hayworth was taking the stage to sing her famous song and strip a glove sleeve from her arm. Christina could hear her singing voice but paid no attention to the sound of her heels clicking and clacking. Phil led the way to the door, opening it and stepping aside.
"After you, Christina."
"Fancy yourself as a gentleman, Phil?"
"Only for now."
He was the last person to exit the theater. Christina took the lead, and soon had Bobby to her left and Phil to her right. They marched down the hall until Phil turned to the elevator. He smiled while punching the button to call it down to the first floor. It was an antique design with the old cage style and sliding fence door. Christina watched the needle above, moving to the left side as the cage came down to the first floor. The door slowly slid open and then the party of three piled into what was a small, compact cage. Christina found herself shoulder-to-shoulder, sandwiched between the two men. This was the first time she was in an elevator at the hotel, noticing how small it truly was. Phil pushed the button and then the cage began to slowly rise from the floor.
"First time, Christina?"
Bobby spoke up, noticing the concerned expression on her face. That was before his sight dipped back down to her massive tits. She nodded, prompting him to laugh and reply.
"I'm sure this won't be the last thing done for the first time tonight."
Phil chuckled before the elevator needle above stopped and a ding sound was heard. She swallowed her breath, anticipating the moment they were behind closed doors. There was truth in Bobby's words. This would be her first threesome. Something she had waited to indulge herself in well into her forties. Christina knew better than to admit it. She had no desire to stroke their egos, as they already seemed bold from the fact that they were sleeping with a Hollywood woman tonight. When the fenced door to the elevator slid open, Christina attempted to rush out in front of them, but Bobby stepped out first. The three of them took a walk together, with her in the middle. Phil was to her left, Bobby to the right. The hallway looked no different than the one outside her own room. Phil made a stop at the third door, turning to grin at her as he turned an unlocked knob.
"After you, Christina."
He was still trying to play the role of a gentleman. She entered the room, glaring back at him before setting her eyes on a living room that was much larger than her own. It contained the same vintage style furniture, only Phil did not keep a tidy living room. A laptop was open on a wooden coffee table, sitting between several bottles of liquor. Some odd black bags and a jacket were spread out across the living room with no television in sight from any wall. As Christina stood there, the door slammed shut, pulling her out of this short daydream. She was not fucking them in this living room. Not with how unclean it appeared to be. Turning to Phil, Christina threw her right arm around him.
"Where's the bedroom? Tell me where to take you."
Bobby stepped closer, and then she threw her left arm around him. Stuck in the middle, Christina waited for Phil to point his finger forward. She tightened her grip around both of them.
"Just straight that way, ignore the kitchen."
A doorway on the left side led to the bedroom. Christina walked with the men, feeling firmly in control now. Her heels clicked and clacked across the hard floor below. Once they reached the doorway leading into the bedroom, Christina let go. She used her right hand to activate the light switch on the side. A large king-sized bed had at least been made up. The bedroom was not dirty compared to the living room, leaving her with the impression that room service only tended to this one room. The bed was made up with black satin sheets and a gold frame, similar to her own room with the exception of one thing. Christina noticed a giant mirror embedded in the wall above the headboard piece. Directly across from her was another mirror above a dark wooden dresser.
"You boys ready to peel a Hollywood star out of this dress?"
Christina teased them in a sultry voice. She was ready to play her part as a screen goddess, enchanting their wildest fantasies. Turning around to face them, she grinned while grabbing the zipper at the front of her busty corset. Christina only wanted to see their eyes glance down. This reveal she knew was going to be a mouth-watering moment for each man. Slowly, she tugged the zipper down. Her breasts nearly popped out with no bra to contain them. Phil gasped, followed by his friend yelling.
"Holy fuck! They are huuuuge!!"
Bobby's reaction made Christina grin so smugly. That was the kind of reception to the reveal of her tits that she loved to get out of a man. Even better, she was getting it from not one, but two men tonight.
"Don't be shy. You can touch 'em. Both of you."
Guiding them with her voice, Christina stood there, exhaling as she soon felt Phil's hands smashing over her right breast. Bobby followed the same action, squeezing her left tit. Each man could feel her hardened nipples poking into their palms. Christina moaned. Soon, their mouths found a way to suck and slobber on her breasts. That was when she ran both hands through the back of their heads, feeling those short licks of hair. This was better than kissing them. She did not want to brush her lips on either man, instead preferring their mouths to be on her skin. Again, she moaned.
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah..."
This was a moment Christina loved. Rather than one man willing to worship her body, she had two. The sound of them slobbering and sucking on her breasts became louder with each passing second. She raked her fingernails through their hair with both hands. With another loud moan, Christina decided to move her hands out of their hair and instead gripped her massive tits from the side. She smashed them together, flexing her elbows and smothering their faces with them. When the men finally pulled away, they began to take their shirts off in unison. Together they worked, almost as a team. This made Christina only want to peel off her dress faster. She dropped it to the floor, standing firm and proud without a thong or panties.
The men took a glance at her nude form as she planted her hands on her hips. This was the second time in a matter of days that the same black dress was removed from her curvy figure. She figured a proper modeling pose would keep their attention. Bobby licked his lips when he saw her wet pussy. Freshly shaved earlier in the day when she had hours to burn back in her own suite. Phil took a glance, but was distracted by the sight of her breasts. Bobby was already unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Phil took his shoes off, kicking them around the floor before he began to loosen up his slacks. Christina watched, still feeling in control as the men were properly undressing before her. Soon enough, she would have two hard cocks to gorge herself with. She licked her lips and tapped her right hand fingers across her hip, patiently waiting.
"You ready for this, babe?"
Bobby spoke up to her as he slid his zipper down and shoved his boxers and pants down simultaneously. Christina's big blue hues glared back at him, then gazed in Phil's direction. She reached out with her right hand, gripping the front of Phil's pants for a strong tug.
"Allow me."
Immediately dropping down to her knees, Christina was not going to accept no for an answer. She pulled at the front of his pants with such force, the button snapped. Bobby had already dropped his pants and underwear, and was now reaching down to loosen his shoes. Once he got them off, he stepped out of his pants and underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Christina unzipped Phil's pants, tugging them down to reveal a pair of white briefs with a heavy bulge sticking up. To tease him, she rubbed the bulge first, then pulled his underwear to allow that hard cock to flop freely out of its clothed prison. Glancing to her left, she noticed Bobby was standing there with his hand wrapped around his cock. She took a moment to watch him stroke it as she licked her lips again. Reaching out with her left hand, Christina pulled Bobby's hand off his dick.
"I want it! Allow me!"
He laughed at her remark as she soon had both hands fingers twisted around hard cocks. Christina wasted no time wanking them back and forth. She twisted her right hand fingers, just to make sure she had a solid grip around Phil's hardening pole.
"You seem to know what you want."
Christina smirked at Phil.
"Yeah, I'm a little greedy."
They both laughed at her reply. Christina continued to wank their cocks, pumping them up and down to get a full rise in their lengths. She wanted each cock fully erect before entering her mouth. The stiffness of Bobby's pole prompted her to grin up at him. All he did was glance at Phil and make a quiet gesture. However, they were communicating with expressions, Christina did not care. She opened her mouth and slid her right hand down to the base of Phil's pole and prepared to suck. Her left hand was still stroking Bobby's cock back and forth when she breathed across Phil's cock and enveloped her lips around the head. Gazing up with her blue hues, Christina made eye contact with Phil as she began to slowly suck his cock. 'Mmmmmm', a muffled moan escaped her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down.
Together, Bobby and Phil watched. She took her time, sucking that cock inch after inch while pumping her left hand up and down Bobby's shaft. Christina had never been in a situation like this before with more than a single cock to please. After sucking on Phil's cock, she pulled back to the head and released it with a popping sound. She turned left, sliding her hand down to the base of Bobby's pole and then twirling her tongue around the head. She kissed it before sliding it between her lips. As she began to suck his cock, her right hand jerked Phil's wet shaft, pumping up and down. Christina took her time, devouring Bobby's length inch by inch. She wanted to make sure she sucked it equally before alternating back to the other man. Pulling back, she made another popping sound with his cock flopping freely out of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah."
Christina moaned in a low voice. Her hands became busy stroking each cock, pumping it back and forth as she held them closer to her face. She wanted to take a moment to measure them from the distance to her face. Her hands slid down to the base of each cock, then she glanced back and forth from left to right.
"So fucking big."
"Which one? Me or him?"
It was Phil's voice speaking up to her. Christina resumed stroking them as she giggled.
"Both of you, honey."
Since he spoke first, Christina wanted to tease him by kissing his friend's shaft first. She kissed the head, then flicked her tongue across Phil's length. When it came time to shove one back into her mouth, she chose Bobby. This time, Christina aggressively bobbed her head up and down, choking herself with the sound of slobbering and sucking noises.
"KAH-GWAH-GWAK-KAH-GWAH!"
Unable to get it all the way down her throat, she gave up with a few inches left and then withdrew her lips. Christina turned right and fed Phil's cock back into her mouth. She did not bother pumping her left hand up and down Bobby's length, instead gripping it tightly from the base. As she sucked Phil's cock this time, she used her right hand to jerk up, meeting in sync with her lips as she gave him the pleasure of her mouth and hand working together in unison.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah."
Phil moaned to her. That was all Christina needed to hear to know she was doing her job plesuring him. As she pulled her lips back, she released his cock with another pop sound. Now she had a few strings of saliva dangling from his shaft back to her open mouth. Before sucking on Bobby's cock again, she spit across the head, then pushed it back into her mouth. Christina wanted to devour that cock a second time with a hint of aggression. This time she let go of it entirely, pushing her lips all the way down. She gagged, closing her eyes as they began to water up. Christina squeezed her right hand fingers tightly around Phil's cock, causing him to groan.
"Damn, she tries hard."
"Yeah, you've gotta admire that."
Bobby replied back to his friend. His choice words made her expect him to put a hand down over her head and take control, but it never came to be. Christina pulled her lips back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a heavy breath. Several strings of saliva dangled from her open mouth back to his cock. She stuck her tongue out, opening her eyes to glance up at them. Phil shoved her hand off his dick, wrapping his own fingers around it before guiding it to her tongue. Smack. Smack. Smack. His shaft slapped against her wet tongue until Christina opened her mouth wide enough for him to feed it to her. Now that both of her hands were free, she pushed them over her breasts, feeling her own erect nipples poking into her palms as Phil brought his right hand down over head and took control. He began to thrust his cock into her mouth while moaning in a low voice.
"Ohhhhh, fuck yeah. Just like that, just like that babe."
Closing her eyes, Christina made a muffled moan. She spread her fingers out over her tits, pinching her nipples between them while embracing this moment. Phil fucked her mouth, thrusting more of his cock in at a slow pace. She could hear Bobby groaning as he gripped his cock and began to jack himself off.
"God damn it, she is so hot. Look at her suck it. She was hungry for some dick tonight!"
Phil laughed at his friend, but concentrated on fucking Christina's mouth. He took a few steps around, forcing her to turn her head right if she was to continue sucking his hard dick. Christina opened her eyes, gazing back at Bobby now. An idea quickly came to her mind, given that her hands were on her breasts. She knew where she wanted the other cock. Gripping her tits, she pulled them apart to offer a passage to the other man. Bobby ignored her and insisted on stroking his cock, not giving in to the temptation of her tits. Christina made more muffled moans against Phil's cock in her mouth.
"Shake your tits for me, babe!"
Oh great, Christina thought to herself. He did not know what she was hinting at and instead wanted to be teased. She could not tell him where to put his cock, not with her mouth stuffed with the other one. Rather than giving in, she concentrated on sucking Phil's cock. Excess saliva leaked from the right corner of her mouth with a string dangling. Closing her eyes, she shoved her tits together. Bobby let out a frustrated sigh. Christina did not even attempt to jiggle them around as entertainment. When Phil slowed down, her eyes gazed up at his face. She watched him snatch his cock out of her mouth. Ropes of drool dangled back to his shiny, spit-soaked shaft. Christina turned to Bobby, spitting on his dick and then pulling her tits apart.
"You sure you want me to shake 'em? I'd rather you put that cock right here."
Winking at him, Christina kept her giant breasts pulled apart. Bobby could not take his eyes away from them. He guided his cock right down the trench and pulled his hand back. Phil's eyes were fixated on this moment, watching as Christina closed her tits around, trapping his friend's hard rod.
"Ohhhhh, shit."
"Don't that feel good, Bobby? You like how your cock feels between my tits?"
She licked her lips and then began to pump her tits up and down. Phil's eyes widened for a moment before he yelled aloud.
"Holy fuck! You've done this before, haven't you?"
Christina nodded, locking eyes with Phil before replying.
"Yes, many times. Do you wanna fuck my tits too?"
Quietly nodding, Phil broke eye contact to watch. All Christina could do was smugly grin at him. She worked her tits up and down, fucking Bobby's cock with them to a pulp. He exclaimed, moaning once more.
"Fuck! Ohhhhh, fuck yeah!!"
She was in control. Christina thought to herself how easy it was to wrap these men around her fingers so far, all from the power of her big tits alone. When she finally glanced down to watch the head poke up, Christina spit on it. She adjusted her hands over her tits and parted her lips. When the head of Bobby's pole thrust up, she flicked her tongue across it. After three times of licking it, Christina felt Phil's cock smacking against the left cheek of her face. She let out a moan as Bobby laughed.
"You might distract her doing that."
"I don't think so. This woman knows exactly what she's doing. She knows exactly what she wants."
Phil's words were enough for Christina to open her mouth, ready for him to feed his cock back in. He pushed it in as she came to a halt moving her tits. All that did was give Bobby the opening to take control. The other man bucked his hips, pumping every inch of his cock between her famous breasts. Closing her eyes, Christina lost herself in the blissful pleasure. This was what she wanted. To suck on one cock while feeling the other one pump between her heavy tits. She moaned against Phil's cock as it nearly slipped out of her mouth. Bobby planted his hands down over her shoulders locking her in place as he began to fuck her tits at a faster pace. Phil had to move his right hand to the back of her head, only to prevent his cock from slipping out of her mouth.
Several seconds passed as Christina could feel every inch of Bobby's shaft sliding up and down between her boobs. All the while, she kept her lips squeezed around the head of Phil's dick, sucking it as hard as she possibly could. Her pussy was tingling. The burning sensation that she felt down there told her that she was going to need them to fuck her hard to satisfy her lust. 'Mmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm', muffled moans were audible from her mouth. Christina kept her eyes closed, hearing all the grunts and groans produced by each man's voice. Bobby was panting as if he could not control himself but was beginning to slow down. If not for sucking on Phil's cock, Christina would have likely taunted him for that. Were her breasts too much for him? A moment like this only made her more proud to use her body for pleasure.
"Fuck! Ohhhhh, man!!"
With a sudden stop, Bobby began to snatch his cock from Christina's breasts. She let go of them so his dick could be freed. As he held his cock, she then concentrated on sucking Phil, but he too came to a halt. Her lips were still squeezed tightly around the head as her big blue eyes glared at him. Their eyes met as he exhaled his breath. She knew how to tease him with her eyes alone, daring him to pull his cock free from her lips. Phil did it anyway. Christina made him pull hard enough that when his cock finally left her lips, a loud popping sound echoed throughout the room. Phil had moved away, already climbing onto the bed while Christina and Phil had their moment of a staring contest.
"Come on, get up on the bed, babe."
"What? You're not gonna fuck my tits now?"
Phil chuckled at her question.
"Not on the floor. Get up."
His tone was stern enough to mock her. Christina snarled a dirty expression back at him before climbing up. Bobby had stood up and taken enough steps back that he was almost touching the headboard of the bed. His figure covered the entire mirror, avoiding a reflection of the action that would soon be occurring on the bed. She was still wearing her black heel pumps. The time had finally come to slip her feet out of them and stand firmly on her toes. Christina took one look at the bed from across her right shoulder and then pushed her hands down to sit. She then kicked her feet up and began to scoot herself back until she was on the bed. Her eyes never left Phil, teasing him the entire time before she positioned herself on all fours. From where Bobby was standing, he had a perfect view of her plump ass cheeks split from the crack.
"Bring that cock over here, Phil."
In this position, there was no way she could fuck it with her tits but Christina did not care. If he wanted to fuck her tits badly enough, he would find a way as the night progressed. Climbing up on the bed, Phil balanced himself as his feet sank down into the blankets. Christina glanced behind her right shoulder, noticing Bobby's line of sight down to her ass. He used his right hand to caress her pale skin, squeezing one of her ass cheeks. Since she did not shake her boobs for him earlier, Christina teased the man by shaking her hips. Her ass cheeks wobbled a bit until Bobby brought his left hand down, spanking her ass hard.
"Oh, yeah! Mmmmmm, bring that cock to me Phil. I wanna taste it again."
Phil's hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking it slowly. He slapped it against her face, beating it against the left cheek to tease her. Christina thought quickly of a way she could tease him in return with dirty talk.
"I thought you wanted to fuck my tits? I guess you're gonna wait for that, huh?"
Bobby laughed at her taunting Phil in that sexy, seductive voice that Christina used. He spanked her booty again.
"Are you waiting to get fucked?"
Flicking her orange hair, Christina glared at Bobby from across her right shoulder.
"Only when I've got a cock in my mouth."
Those words motivated Phil to reach for her hair with his right hand. He gripped it before she turned forward and, with her big blue eyes set on him. Christina obediently parted her lips, eager to suck him again. Bobby watched as his partner shoved his cock into Christina's mouth. The other man waited until she had a mouthful before he brushed the head of his cock over her pink vulva lips. Christina moaned over Phil's cock. He planted his other hand on her head, ready to fuck her mouth for a second time. When Bobby's pole finally sank into her tight cunt, that was when Christina closed her eyes.
"You ready for this, man?"
Phil called out to Bobby who nodded at him.
"Yeah, let's fucking do it!"
As soon as Bobby replied, he bucked his hips. Christina let out another muffled moan as she could feel his hard cock beginning to thrust into her pussy. Phil kept his hands on her head, gripping curls of her long orange hair as he too was now thrusting into her. With her eyes still shut, Christina braced herself. She clawed at the blankets below with her fingers, embracing this moment as she was fucked from both ends. With a groan, Phil broke the silence, speaking out to his partner.
"How tight is she?"
"Nice and tight, just like I expected! Older women have the best pussy!"
Phil laughed and raised his right hand. As Christina kept her eyes closed, she soon heard their hands clap together in a high-five. It was somewhat amusing to hear them talk about her like that. When Phil planted his hand down into her hair, Bobby began to thrust harder and faster. He planted his hands on her hips to grip something, watching her ass cheeks wobble and jiggle as their bodies hit together. Christina moaned on Phil's cock, soon feeling it push back and forth in her mouth. She sucked it inch after inch, all while feeling her giant breasts wobble and shake from underneath. Phil began to pick up the pace in the following seconds, still ramming his cock in and out of her mouth.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAK-GWAH-GWAH-KAH!"
A string of inaudible noises came from her mouth as his cock pushed deeper into her throat. This time her eyes did not water up, but it was still a struggle for Christina to suck his full length. She felt his balls rubbing against her chin, all while Bobby thrust harder and faster.
"Ohhh, fuck yeah!"
Bobby's voice alerted her as she soon felt Phil come to a sudden stop. He abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth and smacked it against her face. A flood of her saliva trickled from her lower lip, falling to the bed. Christina whimpered before screaming.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh god!"
The bed shook slightly, causing more noises with the frame rattling against the wall. Phil rubbed the head of his wet cock against her right cheek. Bobby noticed Phil had pulled out. That was a cue for him to slow down. With one last thrust, he slapped her ass hard.
"Do you like taking it up the ass, Christina? Gotta admit, you've got a fine rump."
Now she knew that Hunter could not have told these men about last night. Maybe he was not their friend at all. For a moment, Christina thought about Toby. Could he have discovered her identity and spread the truth to two friends? Another slap of Bobby's palm across the right cheek of her ass interrupted Christina's thoughts.
"Do you like getting fucked in the ass? Yes or no!?"
Christina snarled. With her teeth barred, she glanced across her right shoulder.
"Yeah! But what I really want is both of these big fucking cocks inside me!"
Whether it was their idea to taunt her like this or not, she did not care. Impatience was a virtue she could not tolerate. It only brought her more aggressive side out.
"You heard her, man. She knows what she wants."
Phil laughed, flashing his teeth at her. Christina barked back at him.
"Yeah, I know what I want! You're both gonna fuck me at the same time. Got a problem with that?"
"Hell no! Why would I have a problem with that?"
"Why would WE have a problem with that?"
Bobby interjected, correcting his friend. Christina crawled off the bed from the right hand side. Once standing on her feet again, she turned around to face the men. Bobby had already moved to sit on the bed. He slid his body along the edge, giving her the impression that this was not the first time they had used a double penetration position. Experience may have been on their side, but it was another story for Christina. So far, she had managed herself well with these men, but was starting to feel slightly nervous. This act was something she had never indulged herself in, but there was no way for her to prevent the desire. Phil climbed off the bed, but on second thought, Christina wanted a different position. She pointed at Phil with her right hand index finger and spoke.
"Lay down on the bed."
Aiming her finger back at Bobby, she commanded him.
"Get up. You can plow me from behind. I wanna be on top of someone."
Bobby laughed at her.
"I love how you put that. You want someone to pound you in the ass?"
"Yeah, and you're lucky I'm in the mood for it tonight. You should be thankful you get to fuck my ass."
Now Phil was laughing at her. He rested his back on the bed, motioning with his hands for her to climb up. Christina pushed her hands down into the sheets and then returned to the bed. She crawled over Phil, straddling him as her knees bent on both sides of his body. When he gazed up, his sight was met with her massive breasts hanging near his face. Christina used both hands to grip his cock. Her fingers squeezed around it before she elevated herself up. All Bobby could do was watch as the red headed Hollywood goddess was lining up his friend's shaft to slide into her juicy cunt. She took her time, only lowering herself once the head was poking into her vulva lips. Christina bit her lower lip and listened to the gasping moan Phil made.
"Ohhhhh, yeah."
"You like that? You like being inside me?"
All he did was smile and nod slowly. For a moment Christina found herself giggling. Bobby began to climb around the bed, moving in position from behind her. Due to Phil laying on the bed, this position was going to require Bobby to rest on his knees and Christina to arch over. Bracing herself for what was to come, she pushed her hands down over Phil's skinny chest. He only had light hairs around his nipples, giving her the impression that his age was likely mid-twenties and not in his thirties as she originally believed. When Christina leaned over, her giant breasts swayed. They jiggled left and right before pressing down into his chest. Bobby stood behind her, adjusting himself on his knees. Christina soon felt his hands caressing her ass cheeks for a subtle squeeze.
"This is a fine ass. It'd be a shame to not give it any attention."
Giggling, Christina thought to herself. If only he knew that someone else had their fun with her dark little hole last night. What an experience to go through multiple men in the past three days, leading up to this chance encounter. Christina braced herself as she felt Bobby's cock sliding up the crack of her buttocks. He pulled her cheeks apart, finding her dark little hole. She gasped upon feeling him thrust in.
"Oh god! That's it! Get in there!"
This was the moment Christina braced herself for. She did not know how she would handle it, only that her bravery had to be maintained. As Bobby's cock thrust inside her, she gasped for breath.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!"
Eyes widening, lower lip falling, Christina needed a moment to process this feeling of a cock shoved into her two holes. As she gritted her teeth, Phil wrapped his arms around her. He was within breathing distance with the chance to kiss her until Christina turned her head left. Her breasts were still pushed against Phil's chest, though now she could feel Bobby's hands squeezing her ass cheeks. Closing her eyes, she panted and groaned as they began to thrust in an odd rhythm. One after the other, they pumped their cocks into her.
"Come on, fuck her man! Give it to her!!"
it was Bobby calling out to Phil, who did not need any further encouragement. The man beneath her was hard at work, thrusting his hips to drive his cock into her pussy. Christina gritted her teeth, opening her eyes as she felt her hair sway in her face. Throwing out both arms, Christina swiped the hair from her face with her right hand. With a gasp of breath, she screamed at them.
"Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!!"
Her voice echoed in the distance with such a loud, high-pitched scream. Bobby pounded his cock in her ass faster now. His eyes focused on watching the entire length of his shaft disappear with a full thrust up her ass. The men worked together in a rhythm that Christina found to be strange. First Phil would thrust, then Bobby. They displayed a level of experience in the way they were fucking her. Bobby reached for her wrists, grabbing them and then pinning her arms behind her back. Christina gritted her teeth, screaming again.
"OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH FUCK!!"
"You like that? You like getting fucked by-"
Snarling and growling with her gritted teeth, Christina cut off Phil. She screamed over him.
"YESSSSS!! YESSSSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE FUCKING GOT!!"
The bed frame began to bash against the wall. The mirror above rattled, wobbling lightly, but this movement was not enough for Phil and Bobby to slow down. Christina could feel Bobby's hands tightening around her wrists, keeping them locked in place. In the beginning she felt as if she were in control, but that time was lost now. Bobby had her right where they wanted her. Sandwiched between them, taking two hard cocks in her holes. Christina screamed again.
"FUCK ME, OHHHH GOD!! FUCK MEEEEE!!"
So far, so good. It may have been a miracle for Christina that she did not reach her climax yet, as she was fucked in this position. Over and over, she could feel Bobby's cock pounding her ass, followed by Phil's hard rod pumping in and out of her cunt. Inch by inch, she took it while groaning and screaming aloud.
"FUCKKKKK!!"
Bobby's hands loosened around her wrists after Christina's loud voice echoed throughout the room. She was screaming directly into Phil's face, leaving him with eardrum-piercing screeches. Christina's body was on fire. Lustful flames had awakened something inside her all from this pleasure of double penetration, but now it was coming to a sudden end. With her arms free, Christina pressed her hands down into the bed around Phil. Bobby stopped and pulled his cock out of her ass, prompting his partner to also stop. Gasping for air, Christina did not know how to handle herself when she felt Bobby reach for her orange locks of hair and give a hard snatch.
"Get up, time for a new position."
Whimpering and panting, Christina could feel his hand tugging at several locks of her hair. Bobby stood up on his feet. He only let go of her hair when she quickly got off Phil, pulling his cock from her cunt.
"I can't believe you haven't cum yet. The last woman we had, she couldn't make it to five minutes before she had enough."
Bobby pulled her hair once more as he continued speaking.
"But you... you just want more. Is that right!?"
He let go of her hair, giving Christina the chance to snarl at him.
"That's fucking right! I do want more! When I say I want you both to fuck me, that's exactly what I want!"
The two men glared back at each other, almost as if they were communicating in silence. Phil flashed a sinister grin before glancing in Christina's direction. She climbed off the bed, standing first, while Bobby moved to sit at the edge of the bed. A new position was in the making. Phil was the next one to step off the bed, motioning over to his friend.
"Go ahead, babe. Get on top of him, but I need you to face me. "
"What's the occasion? He just had my ass. You mean to tell me you aren't interested in-"
Waving his hand, Phil cut her off. He spoke over Christina.
"No, we've got something better in mind. Your pussy is tight and hungry for something. I know it and he knows it too. Do you think you can handle us both, Christina?"
Christina could not believe what she was hearing. She glared back at Phil, almost needing a double-take.
"Really? Both of you in my pussy?"
All he did was grin, nodding his head. Bobby laughed from the bed.
"You wanted more. Don't worry babe, we know how to give it to you."
The other man was taunting her, or so it seemed to Christina. If he was going to challenge her like that, she had no desire to back down. Stepping closer to Bobby, Christina watched him use his right hand to hold his cock up for her. She then turned around and assumed the position. Reverse cowgirl was something she was at least familiar with thanks to her ex-husband. It was a position she rarely found herself in, but she did have a bit of experience. Christina lowered herself down, moving Bobby's hand away as she guided his cock into her pussy. From where Phil was standing, he took in the sight of her beautiful giant breasts jiggling around. Bobby had bent his knees, dangling his feet from the bed, but Christina spread her legs out. She moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah!"
In this position, Phil would be the one pounding her. At least that was a role reversal between the two men. Christina felt Bobby's hands moving on the underside of her legs. His wrists held up where she could bend her knees, if only to keep her legs spread out. Phil grinned, stroking his cock as he stepped forward. They exchanged glances as Christina moaned to him.
"What are you waiting for? Don't you wanna fuck me?"
Phil laughed at her. There was something amusing about her level of confidence in him. Maybe she came off smug and did not realize it. Christina had no idea what he thought of her attitude, nor did she care.
"Be careful what you wish for, babe."
Bobby spoke up, followed by Phil, making a comment.
"Yeah, I really hope you can handle this. Guess we're about to find out."
Stepping a bit closer, he rubbed his cock over her pink folds and then shoved it up against Bobby's pole. Christina braced herself by taking a deep breath. She raised her head and closed her eyes. Her desire was more about the feeling rather than watching as Phil pushed his cock inside her. He found it difficult at first, rubbing his length against his friend. With a sigh, Christina began to desperately moan for them.
"Ohhhhh god! Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Get inside me... Get in there! Oh! Ohhhhh!"
Her eyes suddenly opened upon feeling the other cock pushing inside her cunt. When Christina glanced down, her eyes enlarged at that sight. Phil's cock was shoved up against Bobby's length, both of them stretching her pussy out as he now began to thrust. A groan was heard from Bobby's voice before he screamed.
"Fuck! Give it to her!!"
Phil shoved his hands over her mighty tits. He squeezed them as he began to buck his hips, driving his cock into her pussy. Bobby appeared to be having a difficult time at first, but soon his cock was pumping along with Phil. They moved at a slow pace, stretching out her pussy. Christina felt Phil squeeze her tits again as she screamed aloud.
"FUCKKKKK!! OHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD!!"
This pleasure was almost too much for Christina. She may have withstood the pleasure of double penetration earlier, but this was certainly her last stand before her impending orgasm. She had forgotten entirely about the climax she experienced earlier today in the shower. Baring her teeth, she snarled at Phil, screaming again.
"FUCK ME!! OHHHHHH GOD, FUCK ME!! OHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!"
Moving his right hand off her breast, Phil grasped for her hair. He shoved her head down as Christina moved her hands over her breasts. With his other hand free, Phil took another handful of hair. He wanted her to watch as the cocks pumped in and out of her cunt. Christina pushed her hands down over her own breasts, screaming aloud again.
"FUCK ME!! DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, OHHHHHHHH!!"
This pleasure was almost too much for her. Christina knew she had merely seconds to go before reaching her orgasm. Bobby wrapped his arms around her stomach, only to maintain himself as he struggled to thrust in. Rather than working their cocks in a rhythm like before, Phil would thrust and send Bobby's cock inside her. The bed began to shake, the frame beating up against the wall like before. Christina curled her toes up, trying to fight off what was about to come.
"OHHHHH GOD!! OHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"
As her legs began to shake, her lips puckered up and she whimpered. Phil made one last thrust. Both men could feel the insides of her pussy tightening up around their cock. Bobby screamed out.
"This is it! She can't hold back!!"
Phil let go of her hair, watching as Christina's legs shook. She kept her toes curled up for a few passing moments while crying and panting. This ecstasy of pleasure was too much. For a moment, she was lost in this wonderful feeling, completely weak in her knees. When Phil finally did pull his cock out of her cunt, the result was her gushing juices squirting in the air.
"Shit!"
He groaned as some of Christina's love nectar splattered onto his chest. For a moment, her pussy appeared to have the power of a gushing water fountain. Streams of her juices trickled down her thighs after the sudden burst splattered onto the floor. Christina could not believe that through all this time, neither man had reached his orgasm. She still had two cocks to work into an explosion, and at least one of them was hanging on to dear life. Bobby was groaning and grunting, trying to hold himself back from erupting inside her.
"Get down on your fucking knees, Christina!"
Phil commanded her in a desperate voice. She was still trying to catch her breath, but Christina climbed off Bobby and obeyed. When the other cock slipped out of her pussy, she staggered. Nearly falling to the floor, her knees hit the carpet as Phil took a few steps back. His hand was wrapped around his cock. Christina guessed he wanted his shaft cleaned, so she wasted no time shoving it into her mouth.
"That's it, that's it... Suck it clean."
His voice called out in approval as Christina began to bob her head up and down. She slobbered her way up and down that shaft while Bobby got up from the bed. He stroked his cock, moving to Christina's left hand side. When she pulled her lips back to the head, Phil reached for his cock, snatching it from her.
"Hold your tits up. You know what to do."
It suddenly dawned on Christina that Phil did not get the opportunity to fuck her tits. She cracked up, giggling in her fatigued voice.
"Oh, that's right. You wanted to fuck 'em earlier and forgot."
"Hold 'em up!!"
His impatience made her laugh. Christina held her breasts up and pulled them apart. Her eyes never left Phil as he shoved his cock between her tits and then planted his right hand over her left shoulder. She squeezed her tits around his shaft, trapping it before he began to thrust hard.
"Yeah! There you go! Fuck those titties!!"
The exhaustion was evident from her voice between heavy sighs. Bobby glanced at Christina, wanking his cock fast as he aimed it at her face. The fatigue had set in, as it was a wonder she had any strength left inside after their double dosage of double penetration rounds. Panting and taking deep breaths, she moaned as every inch of his hard cock pumped between her tits.
"Fuck my tits, ohhh yeah!!"
Phil's face scrunched up as he grunted. Christina knew he had only had a short amount of time before reaching that sweet release. She forgot about Bobby off to the left. His fingers were wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking it back and forth as it aimed directly at her face.
"I love it when I get my tits fucked! Go on, fuck 'em! Fuck 'em hard!!"
She could not hold herself back from teasing him with the right words. Christina wanted to make Phil cum as hard as he possibly could. The sound of Bobby groaning and crying out in pleasure caught her attention to look his way. What she witnessed was the head of his cock pointed directly at her face. Christina did not even bother glancing up at his face when she heard Bobby begin groaning. She knew what was about to come and closed her eyes just in time. Thick ropes flew out of his cock, splattering across her forehead and the right side of her face. Christina blinked, gasping as she let go of her tits.
"Oh damn! That's a big load!"
More spurts of cum splashed onto her face from Bobby's cock as Phil grabbed ahold of his own meat pole and began stroking. He grunted and screamed out loud.
"Take this! You want a fucking load? TAKE IT!!"
Spurt after spurt of cum landed on her face from two directions. Christina closed her eyes and opened her mouth, stretching her tongue out in hopes of catching any of it. Bobby pushed his cock over her tongue, firing off a thick droplet that ran off her tongue and dripped down to her tits. Christina squeezed her lips around his shaft, sucking on it to milk the final drops of his seed into her mouth. Phil continued stroking his cock, forcing out the final wads of cum that landed were now dripping down her left cheek. 'Mmmmm, mmmmmm', she made muffled moans against Bobby's shaft before he pulled it out of her mouth.
"Look at her."
"Yeah, we covered her well. I could fuck those tits every day, man."
Phil chuckled after his reply to Bobby. Christina opened her mouth and showed them the small amount of cum she had mixed with her own saliva. A drop of cum fell from her left eyebrow as she studied the smug expression on their faces. Phil could not stop grinning, and Bobby looked as if he had won some great reward. It was no question how proud the men were to see her face a drenched mess. The streams of cum ran down her neck with drops reaching her giant breasts. Christina was still catching her breath while gazing upwards at them. There was nothing for her to say to either man. This moment was more for her own pleasure as she had her dirty desires fulfilled for a third night in a row at the Miracle Light Inn. After all this time, perhaps a miracle had occurred in restoring her neglected sex life.
TO BE CONTINUED
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So far Christina has met and slept with 4 different men, but I get the sense she only really cares about Toby.
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Another great entry. So much has built up to these wild nights for her.
I loved the shower part early in the story. That must be something new for you, never seen that in your other stories.
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Part 3 read! This beautiful bombshell of Christina is really perfect in this series. This is the great class once again..
Respect! :Y: I had fun, good time reading this fantastic story the double penetration is crazy and they can not get enough of her big breasts perfect to fit their tails. I was sweaty. Christina slaps herself and fucks everyone in this series it's crazy and so sexy.
Enjoyable story I liked very well!
Thank you very much 👍☺️
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Thank you for another great chapter. This one is even crazier than the last.
The "twins" you called them certainly worked like a team. I figure they'll be back sooner than later.
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Thanks for the kind words everyone, I am working on the next one this month!
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Nice, can't wait to read more and see what happened to Toby.
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Nice, can't wait to read more and see what happened to Toby.
Many thanks!
Part 4 is currently up on my Patreon for readers there. It will not be posted publicly until later this month.
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 4
Starring: Christina Hendricks
Themes: Big Tits, Mystery/Suspense
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his.
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Los Angeles, California
Another morning, another day of sunlight pouring into the window from beyond the pulled back curtains. No shades blocked the incoming sunlight that lit up the texture pattern on the floor and walls. Christina Hendricks had found herself waking up earlier than usual for the third consecutive day. After spending the first three nights at the hotel in the company of men, she needed time to herself. Waking up in her own bed was better than opening her eyes to find the men gone when they should have been resting beside her. The Miracle Light Inn had proven to carry comfort within its elegant walls. Simply put, her body needed rest after three consecutive nights of one-night stands. The actress was not disappointed whatsoever with how relaxing the hotel had become after isolating herself from the venues of entertainment.
Toby, Hunter, Bobby, and Phil. Four names that she could not forget. Each and every one of them had given her much pleasure on the first three nights of her stay with memories she did not want to forget. The only thing that bothered Christina was always waking up to find them gone the next morning. After her threesome with 'the twins', she awakened in their room with Bobby and Phil nowhere in sight. No different from Hunter and Toby, they left her behind to wake up alone after a hard night of fucking. She found that behavior to be rude, but Christina was satisfied with her last one-night stand. Her first threesome was a wild experience and something she would never forget. When she first entered this hotel, never did Christina think she would be experiencing the sexual thrills she felt that she had missed out on back in her married life.
If there was one thing she learned from that night, it was that she was not too old to indulge herself in such erotic desires. Christina was enjoying the fact she could play up her status as a celebrity and sex appeal to seduce younger men. She felt differently about all the men so far. Only Toby was worth a second thought after the sex was over. There was something about him that she liked, beyond the way he handled himself in the bedroom. Christina was not too impressed by Hunter, who had more of a fixation on her buttocks rather than her world-famous busty chest. As for the twins, she left feeling that they were a true duo. Nothing was a coincidence with them, as they so thoroughly handled her together like a team. There was no doubt in her mind that the two of them had handled other women before her. The two men showcased a level of expertise in how they handled her.
These men were lucky to bed her, Christina reminded herself. Four lucky residents at the Miracle Light Inn had come and gone. For the next three days, she wanted to take a break from these lustful adventures. She had wiped enough cum from her breasts and face for three consecutive nights, only to wake up with all the men gone the next morning. A break was needed from the fun she had been having, so Christina took it upon herself to relax in her suite. The first day, she went over the contract deed and finally signed her name over the line. With that out of the way and on record, she had to make a phone call to her agent, Tom. It had been several days since they last spoke when he dropped her off at the hotel. At the time, Tom claimed he was busy and could not engage in a long conversation. Normally, they would discuss things for hours as friends.
Without Tom willing to talk, Christina thought about socializing with the only person so far in the hotel she considered a friend. Miss. Joan was likely busy with her boutique shop, so in order to drop by, Christina wanted to help her business. Yesterday she stopped by for a conversation. The women discussed a number of things for an hour, leading Christina to decide to order a number of custom dresses. It was easy for her to write a check for several hundreds of dollars to show gratitude towards Joan's handwork. A whole new wardrobe was now commissioned, leading to specific measurements and choices of undergarments. The old woman would need at least a week to manufacture the dresses and other outfits, but Christina was patient. While there, she decided to buy a one-piece blue dress that was on display.
For the past three days, Christina wandered the elegant halls of the residential building. The longer she stayed at this hotel, the more she became certain that there was something else hidden in this place. There was something odd about long corridors that went to dead ends. The one thing Christina could not shake out of her mind was when she stumbled across a staircase behind a locked steel door. She remembered when she first saw it, but as the days went by, her mind wandered. The more she thought about it, Christina was convinced it had to be some kind of grand staircase, but why behind a locked door? Yesterday she made a quiet trip down the long halls, retracing her original footsteps when she first discovered it. The door was still locked, but Christina felt brave enough to grip the cold steel bars and gaze beyond. One path up, another down. She was certain it had to be a grand staircase on second viewing.
Nothing out of the ordinary had caught her attention through the days. No women dressed in black leather dominatrix costumes, no collars or chains. Christina still could not shake the odd feeling she had that something was going on in this hotel behind what was presented to her. The residency building alone seemed so mysterious, beyond all the glitz and glamour of the vintage style interior decorations. Maybe she was wrong, but Christina could not shake the feeling that there was something hiding in the shadows. Was it a secret lifestyle among the residents? Who could it be? That was the better question, leading her to consider who was really in charge of this hotel. As her mind wandered and Christina became more curious, she decided to go poke her nose around the offices. Or at least the one in the residential building.
Whether there was another office beyond this building, Christina did not care. She found the place in the main lobby after following a butler down a hall leading to a service door. The black door had a diamond-cut window with gold letters below that stated 'Employees Only'. On second glance, she did not see any security cameras down the hall, so Christina felt daring enough to sneak beyond that unlocked door. She was introduced to another short hallway leading to a maintenance room for the workers. Off to the left was another short hallway that expanded into a large office room. A ceiling fan was spinning from high above, but her eyes fixated on the black walls with matching doors. Each of them had a stained glass window, complete with the office name hanging in gold letters, but it was one specific door she fixated on to the left. The gold letters spelled 'Security', but the name plaque was too small for her to read.
"May I help you?"
The voice of a woman caught her by surprise, prompting Christina to turn around. She smiled, laughed, and tried to play it off as if she had become lost and wandered down the wrong hall. The woman stood there in a black skirt and white button-up shirt with only the first two buttons undone to reveal a hint of cleavage. The way her long brunette hair was fixed up and that cold look in her blue eyes was enough to give Christina flashbacks to her time filming Mad Men. Whoever this woman was, she was not amused by the excuses Christina made to go beyond a door with a sign that clearly read 'Employees Only'. In the distance, a man with grey hair poked his head out, gazing forward, but he appeared almost as a blur. Christina was embarrassed as she turned around and left the room through the door she came in. A journey back to her own suite was in order.
All in all, nothing looked out of the ordinary from the office room. To the naked eye, it appeared like any other office in a hotel. But still, this was not enough to satisfy Christina's interest. If only she could ask someone, anyone if they too felt strange vibes around this place. Once again, she found herself thinking about Toby. He would have the answers she was seeking, but where was he? Not since her first night at the hotel did she see him. Of all the four men she encountered through the nights, none of them could captivate her like that young man. Christina knew he was out there somewhere. Maybe she would reunite with him tonight. That was the least she could think of as the hours passed and she found herself journeying back to the music lounge for another night out. Would this one end like the first three nights? Only time would tell.
A different band was present tonight. Christina remembered her first time entering the music lounge to see a Jazz band performing. Tonight must have been Blues Night, or so she was led to believe. A trio played electric instruments on stage, consisting of guitar, bass, and drums. The guitarist was a young looking man, possibly in his late twenties, with long black hair and a slim body beneath his brown leather jacket and denim blue jeans. A large hollow-body guitar was strapped around his body, but apart from the sunburst finish, Christina was not paying attention to it. He sang with a southern drawl. The band played slower songs to set the tone for a more moody atmosphere in the room. She was not paying attention to the words spoken or the tempo of the music. This was simply background noise to her.
Laughter was audible in the distance, but Christina paid no attention to the noise. Her eyes scanned the room, hoping to spot something unusual, as she had during her previous visit to the music lounge. So far tonight, no women in collars, nor anything strange that caught her eye. She sat with her legs crossed, fishnet stockings covering them to match with her black high-heel pumps. The one-piece blue dress she wore tonight was different from the custom-made one Miss. Joan supplied her with. This one had a brighter silk with blue linings, glimmering in the low lights. Spaghetti strings hugged her shoulders, dipping below to reveal her heavy cleavage. Christina took great pride in her buxom body and status as a Hollywood sex symbol. After the first three nights of playing seductive games, her confidence was at a level she had never felt before.
Once again, Toby was on her mind tonight. She did not come to the music lounge to listen to a blues rock trio play a slightly more heavy rendition of old standards. The band had talent, but they were a little too hard for Christina's taste. As her curious eyes wandered across the room, she raised a glass of Jerry Walker to her lips, taking a long sip. The music lounge appeared to be empty, with the exception of four men huddled near the bar and some other couples spread out among the tables. All the men at the bar had their backs turned to the band, laughing among one another through a conversation. The lonely feeling was not eating her up yet, but the slow tempo blues was starting to have an effect on her state of mind. Not wanting to get lost in the music, Christina glanced towards the door to see two familiar faces.
She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes as Bobby and Phil entered the room. They were dressed in white button-up shirts and black slacks. Like the night at the movie theater, they entered together. Did they guess she would be here tonight? That was one question Christina pondered. They did not immediately gaze in her direction, so she was unsure if they followed her. Maybe they were trying to play it cool, as they stepped forward and began to walk side-by-side. Bobby was the first to catch sight of Christina in the distance. He smiled in her direction, watching her set the glass back down. He turned to his friend, and then they both smiled and waved. She did not return the gesture, appearing unamused at their presence. They walked towards her table, both grinning as Bobby was the first to greet her.
"Good evening, Christina."
"Hello, boys."
Christina hoped the tone of her voice was enough to tell them they were uninvited, but Phil simply chuckled. The young man flashed his teeth and spoke up.
"That was a wild night we had. We were wondering what you thought of us."
There was no better time than now for Christina to tell them how she truly felt. She grinned and nodded.
"Oh, really? I'm sure you would love to know, but only after you leave a woman to wake up alone the next morning."
Their smiles dropped. Christina scolded them again.
"What was that supposed to be? Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am?"
The term may have gone over their heads, given the stunned expression on their faces. There were many things Christina could scold them for, but she did not want to go too far. In the end, she did enjoy their threesome. Another man stepped between them in a black pinstriped suit, tall with shiny grey hair.
"Evening fellas."
As the man spoke, Bobby and Phil turned. They stepped aside, turning around to offer a slight entrance for the third man, who was now smiling at Christina. She recognized this older man's face from her first night at the hotel. He had the same dark beard with a touch of grey. This was the first man who took a shot at her before she met Toby. If she recalled correctly, his name was Brent, and Christina had not forgotten his rudeness from that night.
"Oh hey, boss."
Bobby addressed the man as his superior. Christina sat back, watching this interaction. The older man turned to Phil and spoke.
"Give the lady a break. I don't think she's in the mood to deal with you two clowns tonight."
The twins did not utter another word. They hung their heads and left the table, walking away as if they had been dismissed entirely. The man turned around, offering a friendly smile to Christina.
"Sorry those two idiots are annoying you. How are you doing tonight, Miss. Hendricks?"
His greeting came with a flash of his teeth in a smile before his eyes dipped below at her heavy cleavage. Christina found it funny that he was showing manners after her first night at the hotel when he came off brash and arrogant. She offered a smile before replying.
"Hello, are you looking to take their place and test my patience too?"
He grinned, flashing his teeth while quirking his eyebrows up at her.
"It don't take much for the twins to aggravate the piss out of someone. Believe me, I know."
She chuckled at his remark. He may not have been the man she wanted to see tonight, but Christina saw no reason to reject his company. She was curious as to why one of them referred to him as boss.
"Go on and have a seat. I'll let you join me."
The expression on his face told her that he was surprised by her welcoming hand. Brent did not even have to ask if he could sit. Christina sat back, watching him pull a chair out and sit across her right side. A silver watch shined from his left wrist. Christina noticed another shiny piece of jewelry with an oddly shaped ring on his left pinky. The band had shifted into another song, with the singer blazing his way through a fury of notes to begin a solo. Brent seemed distracted by her cleavage. He was unable to maintain eye contact, causing Christina to grin smugly.
"So, why did Bobby call you boss? Does he work for you?"
Her question had made him raise an eyebrow before slowly nodding.
"Yeah, he works under me. They both do, actually. I'm Brent, by the way."
Hearing him utter his name was enough for Christina to know Toby was honest with her when they spoke of this man.
"I'm the security chief of this hotel."
Surprised by this admission, Christina smiled.
"Oh, really? That's interesting. I met a young man earlier this week who said he worked security."
Brent nodded. His dark eyes never gazed away as he appeared to be studying her.
"I know who you're talking about. Toby, or one of the clowns I just made scramble?"
Her lower lip fell as Christina was shocked. The twins worked in security? That seemed unbelievable. She could not imagine either of them in such a job.
"You mean, Bobby and Phil work security as well?"
He shook his head.
"No, they work maintenance, but I have them do a few things for me here and there."
Maybe this was the right person to ask in regards to Toby's strange disappearance. Through the days and nights gone by, Christina figured she would have encountered that young man by now. On the other hand, a man who worked in an office at the hotel may have the answers she wanted in regards to the strange feeling of this place. Could she trust Brent to have a conversation up close and personal? That was the only question that prevented her from asking so far.
"I met Toby here."
"I know."
His quick reply had cut off her speech, but Christina carried on speaking after a pause.
"You wouldn't happen to know where he's at? I haven't seen him in several days."
"He's on leave for a family emergency. He'll be back soon."
Christina was surprised by his statement. She clearly remembered what Toby had told her about his issues with his family back home. Brent had no reason to lie, she thought to herself. If Toby worked under him, he would be the person to know. She chose not to push him for the details, instead looking disappointed before he spoke again.
"You like that boy, huh?"
Letting out a sigh, Christina was hesitant to answer that question. Brent grinned, flashing the front row of his teeth. After a few seconds passed, she quietly nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you could say I do. I find him charming."
"Toby might be charming, but he is still a boy. He isn't a man yet."
He focused his eyes on her face, leaning forward in the chair. Brent cleared his throat and spoke again.
"I think you need a man to show you a good time, not a boy."
A predictable statement, judging by the smug grin on his face. Christina was not sure how to respond at first. Before her stay at the hotel, she did not have a preference for younger men. Someone like Brent could certainly keep up with her stamina. She knew from the look in his eyes, he wanted her.
"And what's it to you? Do you think you've got what it takes?"
Brent nodded slowly.
"Let's just say I have enough experience under my belt to play rodeo with a woman like you."
"You don't strike me as a cowboy, dear."
He laughed at her remark.
"And you don't strike me as a cowgirl, but you do have that Hollywood attitude."
That comment made her grin with pride. Feeling more relaxed now, Christina was ready to ask some questions about the hotel but not to give away her curiosity.
"Since you're the head of security, mind if I ask you a little something?"
With a nod, he answered back.
"Go on, I'm listening."
She let out a sigh. Christina was unsure where to begin with her questions since she was unsure if she could trust him. At the same time, she was convinced that it could not hurt to ask certain things.
"Do you ever find anything unusual around this place?"
"Unusual? What's that supposed to mean?"
Sighing again, Christina thought twice about elaborating in her speech. After glancing away from his face for a moment, she returned her gaze and replied.
"I don't know. It's just something about this place. I... I've come across halls that just go nowhere. Dead-ends with no doors or paths leading anywhere."
Brent leaned back, smiling and nodding as she carried on speaking.
"And a master staircase that is locked."
His eyebrows raised for a moment as he smiled. The man appeared to be impressed with her words.
"So you've seen the locked staircase, huh? You're quite the explorer."
"A nosy one, if you want to call me that too."
Her words made the man laugh. Christina sat back, her eyes never glancing away as she awaited his answers.
"I can tell you why you're walking down dead-ends. This hotel was rebuilt on the foundation of an old building. The walls are concrete, and it was cheaper to work over some areas instead of tearing them down."
He paused to curve his lips into a smile.
"As for the stairwell door, well... That depends on how bad you wanna know what's down there."
Christina sighed, almost pouting.
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's a secret to everybody. If you really wanna know, I'm the man you need to impress."
Still smirking, Brent pointed his right hand thumb back to his chest.
"Not some boy like Toby."
So there it was, Christina thought to herself. She knew Brent was telling the truth since he had a major job at the hotel. Toby, Bobby, and Phil were merely workers from how he spoke. If anyone had answers to her questions, it was this man. She knew what he wanted. Brent would have taken an easy pass at her that first night if not for Toby stealing her attention away. Back then, she would not have thought twice about this man, but tonight had different circumstances. Her inquisitiveness could not be contained. The more Christina thought about it, this was likely her only chance to learn what was beyond that locked door. After the first three nights of one-night stands, she felt bold enough to take on this man. Slowly curving her lips into a seductive smile, Christina nodded to him.
"Maybe you're right. I need a man tonight."
She exhaled, playing up her seductive side that was begging to be unleashed now. All Brent did was smirk as he began to rise from his chair.
"You'll have to step into my office then."
"Of course. Since you're the man, you can lead the way."
With a grin, Christina could not help herself. She had to tease him before rising up, ready to leave with her half-empty glass of whiskey still on the table. Brent wasted no time heading for the day, knowing she was walking directly behind him. There was no need to tell him about her short adventure into the offices recently. Christina thought to herself that the door she seen(saw) leading to the security office must have belonged to him. Would he be taking her through the same hallway or another route? She kept her thoughts to herself as they left the music lounge. Hopefully, that woman she encountered in the office would not be there tonight. The last thing Christina wanted to see was those cold eyes glaring back at her. She did not need another Mad Men flashback tonight.
"Will we be alone in your office?"
Her question prompted a nod from Brent, though she could not see his face move while walking behind him.
"Yeah, you're lucky I have a key, cause it's usually locked down by this time of night."
Thank god, Christina quietly thought to herself. She did not want to be face-to-face with that older woman again. Brent walked her through the lobby, taking a turn opposite from the elevator. They went through a short hallway after a door, and then he opened a door leading to the offices. The lights were off, with only lamps spread out in the room to illuminate the darkness. Christina quickly learned that the office space had a different entrance from the one she had entered before. Brent led her to the security office door she remembered studying. He turned around, grinning, as he opened the door and invited her in first.
"Come on in, Miss. Hendricks."
Rolling her eyes at him, Christina smirked.
"Oh, please. I'd prefer it if you simply called me Christina."
"Now we're getting on a more personal level."
His response made her giggle. Brent stepped in behind her and shut the door. The room was dark until he walked over the desk and activated two large lamps that sat next to it on either side, illuminating the room. Her eyes wandered around the office, noticing the empty space he had. A book shelf across the room seemed oddly out of place. The desk itself was a large dark wooden piece with a black leather chair behind it. On the left side of the desk was a white padded chaise lounge chair. It stood out from the dark brown wallpaper and overall look of the room. Behind the desk was a large, portrait-sized frame with a black mask hanging on it. This piece of art caught her eye as it seemed out of place.
"Want some wine or maybe some whiskey to get started?"
Brent's voice snapped her back into reality. Christina turned around, shaking her head at him.
"No need. I'm better at this when I'm sober."
He chuckled, watching her place her hands at the front of his chest. Christina's big blue eyes gazed at him. Brent cupped her chin with his right hand and leaned in to kiss her lips. It was a short peck of the lips. He pulled away before she could sink her tongue into his mouth. For him to reject a deeper kiss was unexpected for Christina. She watched him loosen his jacket before removing it and slinging it across the room onto a wooden chair in the back. He stood in a white button-up shirt, revealing his muscular arms slightly, but Brent did not bother unbuttoning the shirt. The shiny metal of his watch gleamed through the dimly lit room from his left wrist. He shifted his hands to a large brown leather belt, holding his pants up. Christina responded to this action by loosening the straps of her dress, quietly pushing it down to begin undressing.
After the one-night stands earlier in the week, Christina was confident to wear something underneath to excite a potential man like him. The dress fell to the floor, revealing her voluptuous form covered in lacy black lingerie. Brent fixated his eyes on her curvaceous body, staring at her breasts that were slightly elevated from a push-up bra. The fishnet stockings ran up to her thighs, complete with a garter belt that measured just below her belly button. A thong covered her pussy, but she could tell Brent's eyes were more focused on her large tits than anything else she currently had to offer. In an attempt to distract him, Christina pulled the thong down to reveal her wet shaved cunt. She then turned around to bend over and reveal the full size of her buttocks. Christina's eyes gazed up at the mask hanging behind the desk, looking through the eyes as she heard Brent softly sigh.
"Turn around. You forgot to take something off."
Christina let out a sigh. She expected Brent to at least compliment her ass, but he seemed to have other ideas in mind. When she turned around, she noticed he had quietly removed his shoes and unbuckled his pants far enough to reveal a pair of red boxers underneath. His hands were currently busy unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke again.
"Lose the bra."
"All you had to do was ask."
Reaching behind her back, Christina tightened the bra, then loosened it to give her breasts a slight bounce as the lingerie piece came undone. She pulled it away, dropping the bra to the floor as his eyes enlarged at the sight of her massive breasts.
"Damn. I knew they were big after seeing them on TV for years, but..."
Brent paused as Christina pushed her hands over her breasts, hiding her nipples as she rubbed them together to playfully tease him.
"But what? Too big for you?"
She teased him before falling down to her knees, not giving Brent the chance to touch her breasts yet. Her words may have been snarky, but Christina was confident enough to use her breasts on him as weapons of lust. It did not matter how big his cock was; she could easily smother it, but not quite yet. She still had to get his boxers off. Brent pulled his shirt off, revealing a hairy but muscular chest. This was a stark difference from the younger men she had slept with earlier in the week. With a grin across her lips, she grabbed the front of his boxers and tugged them down to free his semi-erect cock. Christina wasted no time grabbing it with her right hand. He seemed pretty large already in her hand. Maybe he was a shower not a grower. As she bit down on her lower lip, she pumped her hand up and down, stroking until she had his shaft at full size. Her eyes slowly widened and mouth opened at the sight of his length growing.
"What was that you asked me? Too big for you?"
He was almost mocking her from the tone of his voice alone. Christina had slowed her hand nearly to a halt as her big blue eyes gazed up to see the smug grin across his face.
"It's huge."
"Yeah, I know. So is it too big for you?"
If he was not taunting her seconds before, Brent surely was pushing her buttons now. Christina exhaled while sliding her fingers down to the base of his shaft. The length alone was intimidating, certainly putting the young men before him to shame through size. Swallowing her breath, she pushed the head to her lips and kissed it. Eager to begin sucking, she gazed up at his eyes again as she pushed his cock into her mouth. The smile had faded from his face as Brent carefully stepped out of his boxers. Christina moaned a muffled sound, then closed her eyes as she began to bob her head up and down.
"Yes, that's it. Show me how you suck it."
Twisting her fingers around the shaft, Christina began to jerk him, pushing her fingers to meet with her lips as they pushed down. She knew she could not suck his entire length but was not going to give him the ego boost of agreeing that his cock was too big for her mouth. With the help of her hand, Christina wanked and sucked him simultaneously until she pulled her lips back to the head. She released it with a popping noise and raised her left hand. Christina flexed her elbows as his cock required all ten of her fingers to properly hold it. Instead of stroking it up and down, she twisted her hands around his shaft. Brent smiled at her effort.
"Too big?"
Her eyes glared at him. Christina did not expect him to ask that question yet again. She shook her head before replying.
"I prefer big ones."
"Is that so? You prefer a man then."
She nodded, still twisting her fingers around his mighty cock. Instead of answering him back in spoken words, Christina opened her mouth wide and moved her left hand away. She slid her right hand fingers down to the base and let go with all but her index and thumb while pushing his pole between her lips again. This time, Christina opened her mouth wide. She knew this was going to be a struggle trying to suck it properly, but she was not giving up easily. As she bobbed her head up and down, slobbering and sucking noises became audible. Brent planted his hands on his hips and softly grunted. Christina tried to push his cock all the way to the back of her throat, but then gave up after feeling the head slide to the back of her tongue. She extracted his cock from her lips again with a popping sound.
"I thought you'd be up to the challenge."
Brent sounded disappointed in his words. Christina glared at him as she wrapped her left hand fingers around his dick again and resumed twisting. Now that his cock was soaked in her saliva, her fingers glided around it with ease.
"I'm not done sucking yet."
"Oh, really?
Now he was taunting her with that question. Christina stopped wanking his shaft and moved both her hands away from it, bound and determined to fit it down her throat. She enveloped her lips around it and began sucking the first few inches. Her eyes remained locked on his face as she bobbed her head up and down. Christina closed her eyes as she began to force his cock further down her throat, still bobbing her head up and down.
"GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAH!"
Saliva dripped down to the base of his shaft as her mouth generated slobbering and sucking noises. Her efforts resulted in Brent finally groaning before he spoke again.
"Keep that mouth open wide."
Her eyes opened wide as she gazed up at his face again. Brent moved both hands to her head, slipping his fingers through her lovely orange curls of hair. With a tight grip, he began to buck his hips, driving his cock into her mouth. Christina gagged, instantly choking on his cock as this action was unexpected to her. Drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth as Brent was now fucking her mouth.
"Let me see if I can help you take it down. Come on and suck it, Christina."
Slowly, he thrust his cock into her open mouth, looking to push more of his length past her tonsils. Christina continued to gag, choking on the length of his strong massive cock dick. The drool leaked from the corners of her mouth with saliva strings dangling and shaking from both sides. Christina thought of pressing her hands over her giant breasts, but instead folded them into her lap. Brent continued to fuck her mouth nice and slowly. Not only was his length an opposing challenge, his girth forced her to keep her mouth open at its widest.
"Come on! Let me in that tight throat!" Brent grunted as his cock head slammed against the back of her mouth.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH!" Coughs and gags filled the office as tears started to form at the corners of the Hollywood actress's eyes.
"That's it, that's it. Keep that mouth fucking open."
Another chorus of her slobbering and sucking noises echoed throughout Brent's office. He pushed into her one last time trying to bully more of himself down her throat, wanting to feel her chin collide with his balls. But it wasn't meant to be...this night he thought. When he slowed to a halt, Brent pulled his cock out of her mouth. A flood of drool fell from her lower lip, with saliva strings breaking off to fall down to her breasts. Her valley of tit flesh now included a river of slimy spit. Christina gasped and exhaled as she felt her tits become sticky and wet.
"You need to work on this. Do yourself a favor and spit more on those tits."
She was unsure of what he meant. Work on what more? Instead of asking him the question, Christina followed through with his command as his hands left her hair. She moved her hands beneath her breasts, tilting them up as she spit down on the left boob. A ball of her drool trickled down to her erect nipple. She knew what he wanted. The time had come to push her breasts together and pull them apart. Brent wasted no time guiding his monstrous cock between those huge breasts. Christina moaned, feeling his inches slide between them as she squeezed them together and spit on the head of his shaft again.
"Big tits like that need a big cock, wouldn't you say?"
Christina laughed at his words. If only he knew about the younger men before him and how her breasts easily swallowed up those cocks. He was easily bigger and more worthy of putting her breasts to the test. Brent wasted no time bucking his hips like before to drive his shaft between her tits.
"Ohhhhhh, yes."
Moaning softly, Christina closed her eyes and raised her head. She loved this feeling of having her tits fucked. Every inch of Brent's shaft slid up and down between her tits, knowing that soon her wet pussy would be getting this treatment.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck my huge, soft, perfect tits. You don't get the opportunity fuck Hollywood tits like this everyday."
She could hear him groan after uttering her words. As she slowly opened her eyes, Christina noticed the smug look of satisfaction across Brent's face. The feeling was mutual. He moved his hands to cup her face, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.
"You like having your tits fucked, huh?"
"Mmmmmmm, yes. I love pleasing cocks with my massive heavenly pillows."
Her eyes never left his as he continued to pump his cock back and forth between those huge tits. Brent moaned, listening to Christina cry out to him.
"Fuck my titties! Yes, yes!!" She could feel him strain and swell. His huge cock was one of very few to not be engulfed by her F cups.
As she focused on eye contact, his hands moved away from her face. Christina finally broke eye contact to glance down and watch the head of his dick poke up between the folds. She slid her tongue out, lapping it across the head. Brent began to thrust harder and faster, pushing the head of his cock between her lips where she waited to suck on him hard. A popping noise was heard each time it was extracted from her mouth. Pop. Pop. Pop. He came to a stop after the third time. Brent pulled his cock out from between her breasts, gripping it at the base. Christina pouted as she felt the absence of his shaft no longer between her tits. Her big blue eyes glared at him momentarily before she moved her hands underneath her boobs. She shoved them together, as if presenting them to him.
He licked his lips while studying her breasts. Brent guided his shaft up against her right areola, rubbing it. Christina gritted her teeth and exhaled deeply. She began to moan as he poked his cock into her erect nipple. It was funny to her that all this time he had yet to touch her boobs with his hands. Smack. Smack. Smack. His cock beat up against her nipple, causing Christina to quietly exhale and coo. Brent slid his shaft to her other breast and repeated the same action with two smacks. She bit her lip, gazing back at his face. Christina expected him to break this moment of silence by talking dirty, but Brent stayed quiet. He was not done playing with her breasts yet. He pushed the head of his cock up against her right nipple, poking it into her skin. With a deep breath, Christina could not remain quiet any longer.
"Are you thinking about fucking me?" [How do you want me?"
Christina said, staring up at him.
"What do you think? Get those tits on my desk."
Smirking at him, Christina figured this was a perfect opportunity for some dirty talk.
"What do I think? I think you want me to get up and bend me over this desk so you can fuck me real good. You want to pound me on your desk like I'm your nasty little secretary, hmmm?"
For once, she managed to make Brent smile widely with her words. He slowly nodded and then stepped back.
"Get up and turn that ass around then."
Not the type of man to offer her a hand and pull her up, Christina was still grinning widely as she followed his orders. She climbed up, her breasts jiggling all around before she turned around and pressed her hands down on the glossy wooden surface of his desk. Her eyes narrowed down, noticing various white papers spread out on the desk. Most of them had small fonts printed in black ink, but she could not make out what the papers pertained to. On the left side were a few fancy black pens and a glass ashtray filled with three disposed cigars. Whatever else was on the desk, she could not pay attention to after feeling his right hand slap across her ass. Christina moaned, raising her head up as she felt his wet cock poking between her thighs.
"Are you gonna fuck me, Brent?"
"I think you already know the answer to that question. You know, if you really wanna ask me something worthwhile..."
His right hand snatched her hair up hard. Christina closed her eyes, arching her head up as she soon felt him breathing down the left side of her neck. Brent pulled her hair harder and then spoke into her ear in a low voice.
"You should be calling me boss."
As he finished his words, Brent's cock slid past her vulva lips. Christina gasped. Her eyes remained shut as she felt the first thrust of his pole inside her. The girth certainly put the younger men to shame before him. She had to brace herself, as she knew this was going to be a rough ride with him in control. His breath blew down her neck again, swaying strands of her red hair. He let go of her hair and then stepped back to adjust himself. Christina finally opened her eyes and glanced down to see a subtle reflection of her arms on the glossy surface of the desk. Brent slid his hands to her hips, gripping them tightly as he began to thrust his cock into her pussy.
"Ohhhh god!"
She gritted her teeth, growling out her words. Brent's size and thickness proved to be a heavy task for Christina. She slid her hands down to the edge of the desk, desperate to grip ahold of something, as she knew he was going to fuck her senseless. As badly as she desired it, she at least had to hope he did not push her into an orgasm too early. They still had something else to talk about besides the fucking.
"Fuck me, boss!"
Giving in to stroke his ego, Christina moaned her words as Brent began to thrust faster. She heard him groan while pumping his cock in her pussy. Her wet, rippled walls stretched their best to sheath his cock.
"That's a good girl."
Her breasts began to bounce and jiggle around as their bodies were now smacking together. His balls slapped against the undersides of her booty. She leaned her head down as the sound of their bodies hitting together grew louder with each passing second. Swallowing her breath, Christina tried to hold back from screaming again.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHHH!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. The noises were only interrupted by Brent's groans and Christina's moans. Over and over, he slammed into her cunt, bottoming out every time. Her breasts were shaking and wobbling all over the place until he moved his hands to squeeze them from behind. Christina raised her head and set her eyes on the mask hanging on the wall. For a second, she thought the eyes were reflecting back at her in a visible lens. She felt his fingers sinking down into her smooth skin, squeezing her breasts hard as her nipples poked into his palms. She closed her eyes and then reopened them while screaming as he let go of her right boob.
"FUCK ME!! OHHHHH GOD!! OHHHHHHHH, YES!!"
Spank! His right hand slapped her ass with authority. Brent continued to thrust his cock into her pussy, but slowed down. His thrusts remained hard, making her body tremble and her breasts shake all about after he moved his other hand. Christina whimpered. Despite how big he was, she did not want the man to stop now. She was about to become desperate to reach her climax and have that sweet release.
"KEEP FUCKING ME!! DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP!!"
Despite her pleas, Brent did come to a halt with his shaft still buried in her tight cunt. He reached for her hair with his right hand, snatching it up and shoving her body down onto the desk. Her breasts pressed into the white papers, sliding them forward. Christina slid her hands forward, her left arm knocking something off the desk to make a loud crash down on the floor. She groaned at his rough touch.
"You wanna beg for something but forget to address me as your boss?"
Pouting and grunting, Christina gritted her teeth. Brent raised his left arm up high and then sent the palm of his left hand across her ass.
"Oh god!"
She was not expecting him to spank her so hard. Brent snatched at her hair, pulling several locks as he spoke again.
"Got something to say to me?"
"Yes boss!"
"Aha! Now that's more like it! Tell the big boss man what you want!"
Spank! His hand slapped her buttocks again, but not as hard as before. A red mark began to form across her left cheek. Christina pouted as Brent began to slowly thrust his cock inside her again.
"Come on, talk to me. I don't have all day to listen to you beg. [Do I need to spank you some more?]"
Whimpering softly, she let out a sigh before moaning her words out.
"Ohhhhhh, boss! I need you to fuck me until I cum! I don't want it, I NEED IT!!"
Too proud to beg and too stubborn to tell him what he wanted, Christina got her point across. Her voice echoed throughout the office as Brent resumed thrusting. Crying out in pleasure, Christina gasped as she felt inch after inch of his cock pumping into her. She closed her eyes, feeling his fingers pull her hair tightly. The desk did not move, proving that it was a sturdy piece of furniture.
"Oh god! Ohhhh god, yes! YESSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!"
Christina spread her fingers out in a desperate attempt to grip the opposite side, but she could not reach for it. Her right arm slid across the table, scattering a few papers to the floor as Brent continued to use all the strength in his body to slam his cock in her cunt. She grunted, gritting her teeth before he snatched her hair up and raised her off the table. With one hand holding her hair, he wrapped his free arm around her chest. His forearm pressed against her large breasts. Christina opened her eyes, still gritting her teeth as her moans became lustful growls. Her eyes focused on the mask hanging on the wall as she felt his cock still pumping inside her.
"OH GOD, OHHHHHH GOD!!"
At last, that feeling she longed for had come. Christina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she curled her toes up inside her heels. She shook her hands around as she squealed and felt her legs shaking uncontrollably. Brent knew this feeling all too well from experience, as he stopped thrusting and stood there to feel her juices flooding his cock from inside her pussy. Her walls trembled and gripped him like many a slut that he's fucked in his office. Unable to think straight, Christina's eyes widened as she gazed back at the mask on the wall. As she tried to catch her breath, a strange feeling entered her mind. There was something about that mask that made Christina feel as if she were being watched. It must have been the artistic appearance alone.
"I'm amazed you can still stand after that."
Brent's voice snapped her back into reality. He took a step back and carefully extracted his pole from her cunt. Juices trickled down her thighs as she pushed her hands down over the desk, leaning herself up. Christina sighed, still trying to catch her breath. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she glanced towards the chaise lounge chair. Brent stood there, watching her turn and move to that chair. She plopped her ass down over the cushion seat, gazing back at him. Her eyes quickly shifted below, noticing the glimmer of his cock dripping in her juices. He managed to hold himself back from blowing his load. That told Christina that he had other ideas in mind and was saving his orgasm for another event that involved her body.
"I don't think we're done yet, boss."
Sarcasm oozed from her tone of voice with those words. Brent slowly curved his lips into a grin, flashing his full teeth. He shook his head, answering her back.
"No, we're not done yet. You've still got one hole that needs filling."
I should've known that's what he wanted, Christina thought to herself. A man like this did not fixate on just one part of her body. He wanted to explore every curve and do all that was possible with her, she believed. Or maybe it was more simple than that, as he referred to a hole he had yet to fuck. At least he was not overly obsessed with her ass, like one young man she encountered earlier in the week. For Brent's sake, she was impressed enough to offer her ass to him. Rising up from the chair, Christina turned around to face it.
"I want you face down over that chair, babe."
Before she could get into position, he was already ordering her around. She chuckled and bent over, allowing him to see the full size of her booty.
"Face down, ass up. Is that how you like to fuck a woman in the ass, Brent?"
Still bent over, her ass cheeks spread down the crack, but not far enough to reveal the hole.
"Get back on the chair."
Was that all he could say? Christina was slightly disappointed that he was not interested in dirty talk. Following his orders, she sank her knees down into the cushions of the chair and pressed the front of her body against the backrest. Brent stepped behind her, as Christina witnessed his shadow from the corner of her left eye. Within seconds, she felt his strong hands squeezing her ass cheeks. She moaned, pushing the right side of her face against the backrest of the lounge chair. The feeling in his hands became absent a few seconds later as Brent clapped to get her attention.
"Pull those cheeks open for me, honey. Let me see what I'm working with."
Not expecting this from him, Christina sighed. She obliged, eager to please him as she slid her sweaty hands back to caress her own skin. If only she could see the sinister grin across his lips as she pulled her soft, big cheeks apart exposing her puckered hole to his eyes.
"Well, well. Looks like someone's a bit of an anal slut,"
Brent said examining her pink asshole. He worked up a gob of spit in his mouth and discharged it onto her back door hole. Christina sighed at the feeling of his warm saliva. Closing her eyes, she anticipated the feeling of his cock shoved up her ass. If she could handle it in her pussy, Christina had to believe she was strong enough to handle it in the other hole. She did not have to wait long as the head of his cock pushed in. With a soft moan, Christina opened her eyes and gasped.
"Ohhhhhh, this is a tight ass."
He sighed in relief while slowly pushing his cock into her ass. Christina whimpered as she felt more inches sliding in. She began to panic as the seconds passed.
"No way is that thing going to fit."
Her complaint was met with laughter from Brent.
"You weren't talking like that when it was in your mouth or in your cunt."
Christina let out a sigh of frustration. Brent knew how to push her buttons with the right words. The young men she had slept with before him did not try to challenge her, but this man did. She groaned, not wanting to back down now. With her hands still gripping her ass cheeks, Christina pulled them further apart in an attempt to stretch her hole.
"Then what are you waiting for!? Go ahead and push it all the way in!"
"Alright then. Let's see how much your ass can take."
If not for spreading her ass cheeks, Christina was confident he would have spanked her for that snarky statement. Brent thrust his cock further into her ass while squeezing the left side. Christina closed her eyes and began to groan. Her voice shifted to a higher pitch, causing him to chuckle again. Most of his cock was up her ass now, but not entirely.
"It's so fucking deep!"
She cried out before gritting her teeth and groaning. This time, Brent did not laugh to taunt her.
"Push back on me all the way."
Was he serious? Christina sighed and wanted to roll her eyes. She could not believe his request.
"Seriously? You can't pump it all in? I thought you wanted to fuck my ass."
"I do, but you need to prove to me that you want it. You do want to know about that locked door don't you?"
Moving her hands away from her ass, Christina pushed her palms into the backrest cushion of the lounge chair. She used her hands to push back, groaning the entire time as she felt his cock slide deeper into her ass.
"Fuck! I know you've got a big cock, but it feels even bigger in my ass!!"
He moaned at her truthful admission, blurted out between moans. Christina expected him to laugh and taunt her, but Brent seemed genuinely proud that she had admitted this to him. Her asshole stretched wider than it ever had to accommodate his girth. The final inches were in. Christina had no desire to admit it to him, but she was content at this moment. Brent grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back.
"Keep those cheeks spread. Do not move your hands away."
If there was ever a question about who was in control, Brent settled the answer with his stern voice. Christina obeyed, planting her hands on her ass cheeks and sinking her fingers down into her firm skin. Brent reached for her hair with his right hand, snatching a grip to keep her face pushed into the backrest cushion. His left hand gripped her left wrist, keeping her own hand pressing against her ass cheek. As he began to thrust, Christina panted and groaned.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh god!"
Brent proceeded to pull back nearly all the way out of her ass, his bulbous cock head pulling at her stretched ass before forcing himself down back into her full depth.
"You wanna scream now for me? Is that what you're trying to do?"
Just when she thought he was finished taunting her, Brent pushed her buttons like before. Christina gritted her teeth upon feeling several inches of his shaft pump in and out of her ass. Her soft cries became growling groans that echoed throughout the room. Brent curled his fingers in her hair, snatching hard to move her head.
"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!!"
Christina moved her right away from her ass. Brent groaned at her disobedience and let go of her hair to use his right hand to spank the other side of her ass hard.
"What did I tell you!? I want those fucking cheeks spread!"
Spank! He smacked her ass even harder while thrusting his cock deep into her ass. Christina nearly jumped as she moved her right hand back. Brent grabbed her arm, now gripping both of her wrists as he kept them behind her back. Christina screamed louder as he continued to fuck her ass.
"FUCK!! OHHHH, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"
Brent pulled out completely, Christina's ass still spread wide by her own hands and admired her pink asshole still holding the memory of his girth.
"For a Hollywood star, you gape like a whore."
Brent grunted as he continued to thrust back into her ass. He was not done taunting her yet.
"Maybe that's what you really are. A Hollywood whore!"
Over and over, he thrust inch after inch of his long shaft into her tight ass. That dark little hole had widened and was now gaping as a result of this hard pounding. Christina stopped groaning as her sweaty hands slipped over her smooth skin. She kept her ass cheeks spread for him, crying out in an ecstasy of pleasure.
"YES!! YESSSSSSS!! FUCK MY ASS!! YESSSS, YESSSSSSSS!! OHHHHHHHH, GOD!!"
Her loud voice had become high-pitched, piercing Brent's eardrums. He continued to pound her ass, rocking the lounge chair back and forth. Christina closed her eyes, panting and gasping for breath until she felt him slow down. Brent let go of her arms and began to slowly extract his cock from her gaping asshole. Before he did so, he made three final thrusts. The man stood there and watched most of his cock disappear into her ass one final time before he finally pulled out for good. Even though he let go of her wrists, Christina kept her hands planted on her ass cheeks, still spreading them so he could properly see her gaped asshole. After a few seconds in this pose, she quickly turned around and dropped to the floor. Brent took one step back and watched as Christina grabbed his cock.
Despite how he acted when she was on the lounge chair, Brent seemed hesitant to reassure her of his control at the moment. He did not stop her from gripping his cock and spitting on the head. Brent smiled as Christina went from ass to mouth, now slobbering on the first few inches of his shaft. She used her free hand to cup his balls, giving them a loving squeeze after neglecting them earlier. Through all this fucking, Christina knew he had to be close to finally exploding. She was bound and determined to make him cum. Whether she would be tasting it or receiving a mess on her skin was the real question she pondered. Whatever he was going to do, Christina was not worried in the least bit. She made a muffled moaning sound while bobbing her head up and down the first few inches of his cock. Knowing the struggle she had with deepthroating him, Christina made an effort to push it to the back of her throat again, but gagged and quickly gave up. She extracted his shaft from her lips with a popping sound.
"Mmmmmmmm, I know you've got some cum for me."
She wanked his cock up and down with her right hand while speaking.
"You've got a hot, creamy load for me in these big, heavy balls, don't you?"
Flashing her teeth in a grin, Christina squeezed his nuts with her left hand. She was hoping he would at least grunt or moan to her, but Brent had proven to be tougher than the men before him. Lowering her head, Christina took one look at his hairy nut sack and then brushed her tongue across it. Using both hands, Christina helped herself to feed his balls into her mouth. It was a struggle to get them into her mouth, but she managed. Slobbering and sucking noises echoed loudly, but it was still not enough to make Brent moan. The noises her mouth made became louder as she gargled on his nuts now. Christina finally stopped and released his balls from her mouth to return her lips to his shaft. When she pushed the head back between her lips, Brent lowered his right hand to the back of her head.
She should have known he would take control. Instead of bucking his hips like he did earlier, he fucked her mouth by pushing her head up and down. His fingers curled up into a grip of her hair. Christina closed her eyes and sucked inch after inch of his strong shaft. Brent exhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes and gazed up, Christina was shocked to see that he did not appear to be struggling with the look on his face. She reminded herself that he had to be close to reaching his climax. No words were spoken as he pushed her mouth all the way down one final time. One last chance to try and deep-throat the entirety of this dick. Christina was not someone to simply give up. That feeling of choking on this shaft was familiar to her as she struggled with it yet again. She could hear Brent sigh as he pushed her head down further.
"At least you try, but that's not good enough. We'll work on this later."
Her eyes began to water as the head of his cock poked near the back of her throat. Brent pulled her hair hard to extract his cock from her mouth. Christina gasped for air, opening her eyes wide. She exhaled as Brent gripped his cock and rubbed it against the left side of her face. Christina closed her eyes again as he began to slap his cock up against her face. Smack. Smack. Smack. The feeling made her whimper softly, blinking her eyes each time his pole beat against her face.
"Ohhhh... Are you gonna... cum for me?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna cum all over you."
So that answered one of her questions, but not where he was making the mess. Brent pushed his cock to the other side of her face and gave it one hard thumping smack. He pulled his cock away from her face and took a step back. Christina rested on her knees, moving her hands to her giant breasts. From where she sat, his cock was aimed directly at her face. Brent did not have to tell her in spoken words that she was getting a facial. In case his cum missed her face, Christina held her breasts up to catch any misfires. Maybe he would be distracted enough to glaze her breasts, but she doubted that. This was a man with a plan who knew what he wanted.
"You want it, babe? You want my cum all over your fucking face!?"
Christina gritted her teeth, taunting him with the expression on her face alone.
"Yeah! Cum on my fucking face! Ahhhhh!"
She stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Brent grunted loudly as his throbbing cock began to erupt in his hand. A thick wad of cum splattered on her forehead, streaking into her hair. Another wad missed her face entirely, landing in her hair. Christina lowered her head and kept her eyes shut. Strings of cum splattered onto the left side of her face, streaking into her eyebrows and hair. She could feel the gobs of cum on her forehead beginning to drip down, but Brent was not done yet. He groaned, crying out in pleasure as more cum shot from his cock, splattering across her left cheek and neck. Christina grinned at the fact she had at least received a pearl necklace of sorts. As she opened her eyes, she saw Brent shove his cock up against her left cheek and squeeze out the final drops of cum.
"You made a mess all over my face. I think this is what you've been wanting to do all night."
Brent chuckled at her statement. He smirked while smearing the final drops of cum into her left cheek. Christina moaned and closed her eyes as she could feel streams of cum dripping down her face now. Brent was out of breath after such a hard orgasm, but he did not seem fatigued like her. Through all this hard fucking, she had forgotten entirely the true reason she ventured to his office. Only now was she beginning to remember the questions she had about that locked staircase. This may not have been the proper time to have that discussion, but Christina did not care.
"So how was I?"
"You're good for a Hollywood star."
With a sigh, Christina nearly rolled her eyes at that comment. He almost sounded disappointed in her since he knew of her status and fame. Brent was not star-struck by her appearance alone, like the younger men before him. As the cum dripped from her face, Christina licked her lips and spoke again.
"Is now a good time to ask about the staircase? You said if I impressed you, you would tell me something."
He laughed, flashing his teeth before shaking his head.
"I also told you it's a secret to everybody. The door might or might not be unlocked tomorrow afternoon."
Not a clear answer, but still better than being told nothing. Christina wiped some of the cum from her face as Brent spoke again.
"Get cleaned up, put your clothes back on, and get outta here. I'll be seeing you again real soon."
After their hard fucking, Brent was quick to dismiss her. Christina pouted, but she saw no reason to begin an argument over his rudeness. At least she did not have to worry about waking up in another man's bed and finding herself alone. She crawled on the floor, grabbing her bra and the blue dress. Christina sighed, as she could not think of what she wanted to tell him before getting dressed to leave. This wild night had satisfied her, but she did not want to give a boost to his already inflated ego. Her body was going to be sore tomorrow, Christina was already thinking to herself. As she climbed up from the floor, clutching some of her clothes, Christina took one last glance at the mask hanging on the wall behind his desk before preparing to get dressed. The man stood there, hands planted on his hips, watching proudly as she began to get dressed. Christina figured she would wash her face last before finally leaving his office.
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1 DAY LATER
Down the long corridor and dark hallway, Christina's shadow cast on the right wall as she stood in facing those familiar black metal bars. True to Brent's word, the stairwell was unlocked and neglected. As she stood there, Christina felt nervous. After the office fucking with Brent last night, she cleaned up and went back to her suite room to immediately fell asleep in bed. Her body was sore and achy, especially her ass after the way he pounded her on that chair. Despite feeling sluggish, no amount of muscle pains were going to prevent her from exploring beyond that door today. Brent had given her the right information, and she was thankful for that. Her long red hair was curled up in a high ponytail. Since she was not going out in public spaces in the hotel, Christina put on a simple black blouse to go with a pair of matching pants.
High heels were probably a poor choice of shoes for climbing stairs due to the noise they made alone. Christina knew she should have considered that before leaving, but it was too late to go back and change into a pair of quieter shoes. She felt a rush of excitement while gripping one of the metal bars with her left hand and gazing down at the grey concrete stairs that awaited her. Despite this feeling she had, she knew that she was not supposed to venture beyond this doorway. It was locked for a reason, but where could the paths lead? She did not consider where the stairs went up to. It was a two-way trip, but Christina noticed further down the stairs that it became darker. Swallowing her breath, she made the decision to walk past the open door and begin the descent down several floors, step by step.
Her heels boomed loudly over the concrete stairs. A metal rail twisted and turned as the pathway moved past every wall. By the time Christina had made it down three flights of stairs, she began to feel something was not right. There were no markings on the wall with letters or numbers to tell guests where they were headed. Could this be some kind of maintenance shaft reserved only for employees? The further she made it below, the more Christina doubted this path was only for employees. There was something mysterious as the path only led down, with no corridors to the lower floors. After stepping down five flights of stairs, she figured this had to lead down to the basement. She gripped the metal rail and gazed down to see a light shining from the wall on the lower floor. The stairs turned at least four or five more times before she would reach the bottom.
The shining light appeared to be a vintage flood light or some kind of emergency light often positioned over fire exits in older buildings. This however, was certainly not an emergency exit. A black painted metal door was propped open. The door stood out compared to every other door she had seen in the hotel. The cold metal design was certainly from a different era, complete with a standard chrome knob and keyhole for a deadbolt lock. Christina remembered Brent mentioning the hotel was built over a decaying old building, so perhaps this belonged to a different era. No sign was printed on the door, and someone was kind enough to leave it propped open. Like the locked door leading to the staircase, Christina knew she was not supposed to venture any further, yet this door was open and waiting. Inside, she could see the grey concrete walls were darker under a fluorescent tube light on the ceiling.
Christina stepped through the room, studying the concrete walls. It was only a small empty room leading to another door that looked even more out of place than the one before. It was painted black but had metal bars covering a window. Beyond the bars, she could see the glimmer of a dim light. What in the hell was this place? She felt her heart rate begin to increase. Christina was bewildered, not sure how to feel about this new discovery. What the hell kind of hotel was this? She asked herself while stomping her heels loudly across the concrete floor. She raised both her hands to grip the metal bars of the door window and peered in. A row of the same fluorescent tube lights lit up what appeared to be a narrow hallway down the middle. Off to the sides, she noticed barred doors or walls, almost like a prison. She gasped at this sight and then spoke in a low voice.
"What in the hell?"
As she spoke, the light in the room shut off. Only the dim light from beyond the bars offered an array of light through the pitch darkness. She felt a hand on her shoulder, causing Christina to nearly jump. She turned around to see the door leading into the room had closed shut. She did not even hear the locks click into place, and now it seemed she was not alone in this dark room.
"Who's there!?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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What a cliff hanger!! Did not think you would use something like that in a story. Christina stumbles down to find a prison in the hotel. Youre a genius storyteller.
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Can't wait to see what comes next.
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I think you've got everyone on the edge of their seats for this one lol.
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Damn, this was great. Every chapter of this series gets better and better.
I like Brent the most of all the guys so far. He matches well with her. Don't take no shit and is a proper tough guy. The ending left all this mystery and I can't wait to see where we go now.
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The best chapter so far. I agree that with each new chapter, the series gets better and also bigger.
It seems Brent led her to a trap. I like that in every chapter, she gets more curious what's around the corner. My guess is that she's about to find out what's behind that door and end up stuck in a basement with some horny men.
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 5
Starring: Christina Hendricks
Themes: Big Tits, Mystery/Suspense, Grand Reveal
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his.
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Los Angeles, California
Pitch black was all Christina Hendricks could see, as the door was now shut. She had no clue about this mysterious place she had wandered into after following that locked staircase. The one thing she did know was that she was not alone in this room. Turning around, she gasped before glancing at the barred window to the door she was previously peeking into. The sound of footsteps, possibly in the darkness where she stood. Her heartbeat was racing at the feeling of fight or flight.
"Who's there!? Show yourself!"
Christina screamed as she turned around to face the darkness. She then felt that hand brushing against her back again. Someone was in the room with her and was now shoving her against the left wall with force. She squealed in pain, screaming in a panic.
"Get the fuck off me!"
She was easily overpowered by this mysterious person or thing. Christina could not see anything now as she was away from the only light source between the bars of the door window. Her chest and hands pressed against the cold concrete wall as she felt the breath of a stranger blowing past the right side of her neck.
"You don't have any business being down here. What the fuck do you think you're doing down here trespassing!?
The voice barked at her with authority, but it did not sound familiar by any means despite belonging to a man. Whoever this person was, Christina knew it was not anyone she had met so far in the hotel. She grunted before screaming back at the person.
"Trespassing? You're calling me a fucking trespasser!? You better not be! The door was wide open!"
No reply was spoken as Christina suddenly felt strong hands gripping her wrists.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Get your fucking hands OFF ME!!"
A strange clanking sound followed her yelling voice. Christina felt cold metal around her left wrist and then the sound of a lock clicking into place.
"Shut up, bitch!"
The man screamed back at her as he quickly locked her other hand into another wrist cuff. She had no idea what this man was doing, but now she was handcuffed from behind. The cuffs covered a wide area of her wrist and did not feel like normal handcuffs. Christina struggled in the restraints before she felt some kind of ball pushing into her mouth. Her eyes widened as she panicked, unable to struggle with her hands restrained behind her back. The ball pushed past her lips, and then she felt something locking behind her head. It took Christina a moment to realize she was now ball-gagged. Her screams were muffled, and now her vision was entirely blinded as this stranger had put something around her eyes. This fabric was also tied behind her head, nearly loosening her ponytail.
"Open up, we're ready!"
His loud voice was heard again as the man pulled Christina to step in front of the other door. She heard a lock click before it opened. Her heels stomped forward across the hard floor as she was led into the room. The man kept one hand on her shoulder and was poking something into her back. Christina speculated that it could have been a baton or another weapon. She had no other choice but to walk forward as she was led into one room after another. Before she had met this stranger, she felt that she was so close to discovering the hidden secrets of the Miracle Light Inn hotel. Every day of her stay, she felt that something was not right at this place. Christina could not shake the feeling that she was now being escorted into some dark halls. The more she thought about it, nothing made sense at the hotel.
Not even this incident made sense to Christina. The stairwell had been left unlocked for a reason. She could easily recall that conversation with Brent last night, where he practically taunted her to venture down there. As she stomped her heels on the concrete floor, she thought about that moment. Whoever this man was, he had to be escorting her to see the man who called himself the boss. There was no question in her mind that he was the man who left the door unlocked to the stairwell. This man, who had handcuffed, gagged, and blindfolded her, must have been part of Brent's plan. More voices were soon heard in the background as Christina could hear a wolf-whistling sound of 'fiu fiu' followed by hands clapping. That noise at least told her that she was not alone in whatever environment she was being walked into.
"Right on time."
Another voice called out, seemingly close to where she must have been standing. With her vision blocked, Christina was only left to guess and wonder where she was being taken. She was halted on her feet before a door opened. The man then escorted her into what she assumed to be some kind of room. Her heels stomped loudly to break the silence as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. Christina widened her eyes to gaze around the room. She was greeted with white concrete walls and a grey floor to make up what was a small four-by-four room. A black metal chair sat in the center of the room with metallic silver wrist cuffs on the armrests. The chair was intimidating to look at, but Christina guessed she would be sitting there soon.
"When I take these cuffs off, I want you to sit down and place your arms in the locks. Do you understand me?"
The man spoke in a stern voice, still standing directly behind her. There was no way for her to reply with a ball gag muting her voice. Christina nodded her head to answer him.
"Are you gonna be a good girl? Cause we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'd prefer we do it easy."
Nodding her head again, Christina made a muffled sound as if she were trying to say 'yes'. He uncuffed her right wrist first, then slowly undid the left one. Now was her chance to turn around and look at the man, but he did not give her a chance. He shoved her forward, prompting her to hurry up and sit down in the chair. The cold metal of the chair was felt beneath her forearms as Christina placed her hands down on the arm rest. She finally had a chance to look at the man who had led her into this room. Her eyes widened as she noticed he was a tall, muscular black man dressed in strange red robes that covered his entire body. The robes were tied around his waist, revealing a muscular chest that was covered in tattoos. Muscles bulged from his arms, unlike any man she had witnessed so far during her week at the hotel.
Her wrists were sitting in the metal cuff restraints. Christina watched as he locked the left wrist, then heard the clicking sound of the right cuff locking over her other arm. She gazed up, taking a deep breath as she studied the man's appearance. The bright light above had shone down over his bald head to highlight textures. He did not bother looking at her face at all, something that caught Christina by surprise. Now that he had her restrained in the chair, he turned his back to her and began to walk towards the door. She noticed some kind of symbol was painted or stitched into the back of his robes. Due to the silky, dark red color and black design, she could not make out what the symbol was. He stepped out of the door, and then she heard it shut with locks clicking into place. All Christina could do was sit there and breathe from her nostrils.
Deep within the basement of the Miracle Light Inn hotel, this must have been the inner sanctum. Hidden away from all guests and residents to see. The concrete walls stood in stark contrast to the grandiose luxury Christina had witnessed during her stay. It was almost like stepping into another world, away from prying eyes. Christina knew from her first night here that something was not right with this place. There had to be a catch somewhere. Whatever the answer was, she felt as if she were no closer to finding it than she was before journeying down that staircase to find this place. Christina knew Brent had arranged all of this in advance. Only he would know to leave that barred door unlocked to the stairwell. Now she was beginning to feel as if she had walked into some twisted game that he was playing. Brent had much to answer for once they were finally face-to-face again.
Sitting there and thinking about last night, Christina went over everything in the back of her head. She recalled him telling her that the hotel was built over an old building. What he said about concrete walls must have also applied to the basement foundations. It was easy to come up with assumptions, but they still did not answer her questions. None of the previous men she shared one-night stands with could answer her when she spoke of the oddities she had witnessed at this hotel. From the first night, Christina vividly remembered when she saw a woman with a collar locked around her neck in the music lounge. The next day, she stumbled down a hallway while exploring the hotel when she thought she saw a mistress. It was hard to forget witnessing that shirtless man crawling on all fours with a collar locked around his neck, held on a chain leash.
She was so close to the hidden truths, yet Christina still felt the real answer was far away. Was this the core of the rotten apple? Another question she had to wonder about. It seemed the further she explored this hotel, the stranger it became. Here she was, ball-gagged with her wrists locked into restraints on a metal chair, left to think about what she had learned. When Christina gazed forward, her eyes were met with the sight of a two-way mirror. She saw her reflection and realized that the ball in her mouth was a bright red color. The mirror looked like one from an interrogation room, almost giving her the feeling that this was some deranged film set piece. It was not hard for her to guess that Brent was standing on the other side of the mirror. Who else was with him to witness her restrained and ball-gagged in a chair like this? There was no way for her to see who was behind the mirror as her reflection gazed back at her.
All Christina could do was sit and think to herself while locked in the chair. Like so many times throughout the days, she found herself thinking about Toby. That young man she had met her first night at the hotel had left such an impression on her. His memory was beginning to feel distant now that she had other men after him from her one night stands. The one night she did not find something odd at the hotel, she met the two men calling themselves 'the twins'. Bobby and Phil had proven to add another layer of strangeness to her stay, as their romp had a feeling of arrangement to it. The twins certainly had experience working together when it came to fucking. She closed her eyes for a moment, but was startled at the sound of the door opening. Christina glanced to her right, watching as Brent made his entrance into the room.
"Well, well...."
A light chuckle followed his words. There was no mistaking that smug grin running across the man's face. Brent had the look of a champion, as if he was ready to put his hands on a shiny trophy. There was no other way for her to feel while locked in this chair. He wore a dark blue pinstriped suit, similar to the black outfit from last night. When the door shut behind him, Christina closed her eyes and raised her head. She felt helpless to breathe out of her nose. Upon re-opening her eyes, she noticed two fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling. The lights appeared cheap compared to the fancy light fixtures upstairs in the hotel. It was just another reminder that she was somewhere underground.
"Good morning, Christina. It appears were seeing each other much sooner than you may have thought."
The arrogance oozed from his voice, complete with a small laugh to finish his words. Christina looked up at Brent, who was now standing directly in front of her. His shadow fell across her pale skin. She was thinking of what she planned to say to him once the ball gag was removed from her mouth. His eyes glanced below her face to see her heavy breasts in the black blouse she was wearing. Typical man, she thought to herself. Of course, he had to take a look at her chest before undoing the ball gag. He reached behind her and carefully undid the straps before pulling them away. Christina immediately gasped and exhaled deeply.
"What the fuck kind of place is this!?"
She screamed at him before gritting her teeth. Brent could see the anger among confusion in her deep blue eyes. All he did was grin, flashing his full teeth as he raised his right hand index finger to his lips.
"Shhhh! I told you it's a secret to everybody."
"You knew I was gonna come down here. You left the stairwell door unlocked for a reason."
He nodded at her.
"Yeah, I did. You impressed me last night. I had one hell of a night fucking you. I'm a little surprised you didn't wait a day to sleep it off. You got your nosey ass right out of bed and found your way down here. You've got balls, I give you that."
With a sigh, Christina rolled her eyes at him.
"If you were gonna leave that door unlocked and open the one at the bottom of the stairs, you should've greeted me. That would've been much easier than having some asshole push and shove on me with handcuffs, a blindfold, and that stupid ball gag."
From how she expressed displeasure at the gag, Brent glanced down at his right hand to give it a quick look. Christina noticed his eyes, hoping that he did not put it back on to shut her up.
"Do I look like the kind of man that would spoil a surprise? The guard handling you was a test."
She gave him a dirty look before speaking.
"A test? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Brent laughed at her question as he gazed back into her deep blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, with Christina making sure he seen the disgust in her face. It was enough for him to glance away and shove his hands into his pockets. He began to slowly walk around the chair, circling her in a counter-clockwise direction. After two laps, Brent began to speak again.
"I wanted to see how you would react to authority."
Standing behind her, Brent stopped in his tracks. He leaned into her left ear before speaking again.
"You're a nosey bitch, you know that?"
His voice was low, almost whispering in her ear. Christina smirked as he called her a bitch. She was not intimidated by Brent, regardless of whether she was currently restrained to a chair.
"I could've told you that last night."
He moved his head away from her ear, but not before blowing his breath down the side of her neck. Brent stepped in front of her again. Their eyes met as Christina called out to him again.
"I knew something wasn't right from the first night I slept in this hotel. Nothing feels normal at all. You knew I was gonna see what was down here."
"You keep saying that."
Quirking her eyebrows, Christina nodded as she spoke again.
"What are you hiding down here, Mr. Boss?"
A smile was not suffice with her words. Christina had to taunt him with the one word he liked to be called last night. Her statement was enough to drop the smug grin from his face. Brent reached his right hand into his jacket to pull out a shiny silver key. It had an antique design with a crown on top, similar to a vintage skeleton key. Brent unlocked her right wrist first, then the left. His eyes never left hers, as if the man were expecting her to attack him. Christina had thought about slapping him in the face after this rude introduction, but she held back from doing so. He motioned with his right hand for her to stand up. Once Christina was out of the chair, Brent walked to the door. She watched him open it before he motioned with his hand again for her to follow him.
"Come here, Christina. I'll show you what we've got down here, since you're so curious."
Stepping out of the room, Christina noticed four pathways that made up a small hallway. The concrete walls were all the same, matching the floor. Brent led her down the left hall. Christina's heels clicked and clacked loudly. Both sides of the hall revealed black steel barred doors. It looked like a prison, with cells divided by barred doors, but they were all empty. She counted four on each side before noticing that each cell contained a different device. One had some kind of metal table with straps. Another room had a similar device, but it appeared to be some kind of sex machine.
"So you're running a sex dungeon down here. Is that it?"
Her words made Brent chuckle.
"You might think it's all me, but I'm only one man."
He stopped and turned around to grin at her. Christina's expression was not one of shock and horror. Now that she had learned what was down here, her mind was almost at ease. She still had many questions, as not all truths had yet been revealed. Brent turned his back to her again and proceeded to walk her down another corridor and into a large room. He was still playing tour guide as they entered a large square room. Another woman walked through a doorway on the opposite side. Christina's eyes shifted to this other woman, who stood tall in a pair of hooker boots. Her outfit was made of black latex, covering every curve of her body. She had a busty chest, completely exposed by the style of her outfit. They were a similar size to Christina's own chest, but appeared to be fake. Her hair was definitely dyed a much brighter red than Christina's, with long locks flowing beyond her shoulders. Christina was not intimidated by this other woman as she looked into her dark brown eyes.
The latex outfit and body language had given off vibes that she was some kind of mistress who lurked among the dungeon. In a weird way, Christina could see a reflection of herself in this red-haired woman. Almost as if she were some specter of what she herself could become down here. The woman did not utter a single word as she walked past them, her boots stomping loudly on the floor with authority. Brent smiled at her and gave a silent nod. Christina noticed this, but she had no idea what kind of quiet communication they may have been doing with one another. When the woman glanced back at her, Christina noticed her eyes surveying her body. The devious grin the woman had was enough to tell Christina that she was attracted to her, but she did not speak. She simply walked off, leaving the Hollywood actress to see the back of her latex outfit.
"I take it that she's a mistress."
Brent smirked at her comment.
"She earned that title. If I wasn't standing here, she would've made you get down on your fucking knees and kiss her boots."
That remark was enough to make Christina drop any smile she may have had. It still did not take away the feeling she had that this woman was some reflection of herself. Maybe that could be her in the future. Brent began to walk again, knowing Christina was following behind him as he led them into another small square room. A black metal table was pushed against the wall with a stack of papers on it. From witnessing that, Christina began to think they were running a tight operation that included paperwork. Brent looked her in the eyes while crossing his arms.
"So now you know what's down here. Are you satisfied now?"
Christina looked at him unamused. She crossed her arms over her busty chest, mocking Brent with the same body language.
"Not really. All you've shown me are a few rooms with locked cells and one of your mistresses down here. I know you're hiding something else down here."
He flashed his teeth in a grin before chuckling. His laugh almost had a sinister tone.
"Christina, you have no idea how big this place is. Believe me, it's huge."
"I think I do. You left the door open for a reason. You wanted me to come down here."
"I never denied it."
She pouted before speaking again.
"Then why have me come down here? I've seen the women in this place wearing collars and chained up. If you really wanted me bad enough, why didn't you make a move like that?"
Deep down, Christina believed she knew why Brent did not make a forceful move on her. It had to do with her status as a Hollywood actress. That had to be the reason why, or so she believed. Someone like her with credibility attached to their name could blow the whistle and start a scandal about the Midnight Light Inn. Thinking about that was enough to make her think that she may not be allowed to leave this dungeon. The possibility of her walking directly into a trap had not crossed Christina's mind until now. Brent did not appear intimidated by her as he leaned in. Their noses were an inch apart as he replied in a low voice.
"Those women you speak of came willingly to us. Do you really think you're the only person to ever stay here and get curious about what's behind the walls? We have connections outside the hotel."
His eyes remained locked on her as he took a step back. By 'we', she figured he was not describing the hotel's management. There was something else at play here, hidden away in the shadows.
"Why me? It seems that you went through a lot of trouble to lure me down here. You could've simply knocked on my door one day and asked."
He laughed in response to her words.
"Look at yourself, Christina. You're forty-seven years old and single. You don't have the baggage of a family holding you back from enjoying yourself."
Brent reached for her chin with his right hand. He tilted her head, making sure that he had the attention of her eyes as he continued speaking.
"I can introduce you to a lifestyle you never knew you wanted."
She glanced away from him. That was enough for Brent to move his hand away from her face. As she stood there thinking about it, Christina bit her lower lip. She knew his watchful eye would be observing her every move. Today was not the first time she felt the desire to be a mistress like the one she had witnessed. At the same time, Christina could not shake the thought that Brent would simply allow her to leave if she said no.
"What if I say no? Are you gonna lock me up down here?"
"No. Everyone down here has made a choice. They signed their name on the dotted line, just like you do when you put your name on those contracts for your movies and shows."
Christina broke eye contact, dropping her eyes for a moment. Brent stepped away from her and back towards the door.
"If you want to leave now, I'll show you the way to an exit that leads up another stairwell."
So he was just going to allow her to leave so easily? Christina found that odd, but she believed Brent was telling the truth. It was the only way that this kind of operation could be sustained. The more she thought about it, the answers he gave her were only pieces to a puzzle that had yet to be completed. There had to be something else going on down here.
"So, if I wanna be a mistress like the one I saw earlier, I just sign my name on something?"
"No, not quite. I told you that woman had earned the right to call herself that. She had the proper training."
Brent began to circle around her. The sound of his shoes stomping into the floor followed in a clockwise pattern.
"You would need training if that's what you want to become. Everyone down here starts from the bottom. Remember what I said—it's a choice of lifestyle. You need to read the contract first before signing it. Do you wanna go now, and I'll send you a copy up to your room?"
Shaking her head, Christina quickly responded.
"No, I'll look over it while I'm down here. Mind if I ask you something, Brent?"
"Go ahead, babe."
"Aren't you afraid that I might take that contract and call up a nice journalist and let them know what's really going on down here? You're basically giving me evidence if I wanted to leak a story?"
Her words only made Brent smile.
"Why would I be afraid of that? I told you that we have connections. I know all about the deals that happen under the table in your line of work. I've heard about the parties at producer's mansions. I'm sure you could tell me all about certain people if I started to name them."
Swallowing her breath, Christina felt her heart begin to race. She glanced away from his face as Brent continued speaking.
"I'm not scared of you trying to tell a journalist about this place. You've been in the film business long enough to have seen some dirty stuff, I'm sure."
Her eyes gazed back at his face as she nodded.
"Yeah, I have my secrets. Who doesn't?"
Brent did not reply as he walked over to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper. Christina stepped behind him, and then she noticed that the stack of printed paper was the contract. He stepped aside as he moved one contract paper to the front of the table for her to read. Christina felt her heart race again when she read the first words as 'Slave contract'.
"Oh my..."
A BDSM contract was not something Christina had never heard of. She had heard tales of the written and printed papers through her social circles in Hollywood. Some of her friends had ventured into the lifestyle, often giving her recommendations if she ever wanted to experience something new. Brent's words carried some truths from her experiences. Rumors were always swirling around about producers and other people in studios who had their own dirty secrets. This contract ensured her safety, as she would have new living quarters in a prison cell. While the contract began with the word 'slave', there was nothing in it about a guaranteed master. Christina could only assume that she would be in Brent's care. It all came down to a question of trust with him.
"What am I supposed to do if my agent calls and needs me to leave and do something?"
"We'll help take care of that. The contract is for your initial training. It will last an entire thirty days, starting from the day you sign it."
Thirty days. That was pretty much an entire month locked down in a dungeon. Christina let out a sigh before speaking again.
"That's a long time. I will be getting phone calls by next week, if that."
"Don't worry about it. You have my word that you can have your phone down here."
If that was the case, Brent was playing a dangerous game. Christina smirked at the thought of having access to her phone while playing this game of servitude. If something went wrong, she had an escape hatch.
"Thirty days is the initial training. After that, you're free to leave unless you want to come back for more. Everyone starts at the bottom. That woman you saw earlier was once a slave. She put in the time and effort to climb the ranks and earn her title of mistress."
Brent spoke as he stood behind her. Christina pondered before she replied.
"That will be a vacation for me. As soon as my thirty days are up, I will have to go back to work. Maybe by then I'll have a new TV show or something."
"You're not gonna get a free step up the ladder just because you're a famous actress."
She turned to glare at him. Christina flashed the front row of her teeth, smirking. Brent may not have been taunting her, but that was not going to stop her from giving him that look. At this point, she had made up her mind.
"Do you have a pen? I'm ready to sign."
He blinked, as if the man needed to do a double-take at hearing her words. Christina felt so smug, standing there in confidence of the decision she had just made.
"Are you sure you don't wanna think about it? We can do this tomorrow."
"Why do you want me to wait all of a sudden? That only gives me time to change my mind later on."
Placing his left hand on her shoulder, Brent spoke again.
"Once you sign the contract, the initiation will be arranged within hours."
Christina raised an eyebrow.
"Initiation? What is that?"
His lips curled into a sinister grin, revealing his full teeth.
"Your first taste of life on the inside. It's a real surprise that I don't want to spoil. The question is, do you think you can handle it today? I can assure you that it will not be easy on you. You can take a day or two and wait if you'd like."
Was he trying to challenge her with those words? Christina almost wanted to taunt him in response, but she knew a better way to reply. She snapped her fingers at him, knowing that would likely annoy him.
"Just give me a pen so I can sign this."
Brent dropped his smile as he stared back at her. Christina could see the irritated expression on his face from the corner of her right eye. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a black ballpoint pen. Christina took it from him and then pulled the cap from the pen. She pressed it down over the dotted line at the bottom and signed her signature. Brent stood there as the sole witness to her contract signing. It was done. Christina let out a sigh now that she had signed herself over to this new lifestyle that awaited her. Brent took the pen and returned it to his jacket. She watched him pull out a pair of wrist cuffs from inside his jacket. Christina sighed, knowing she should have guessed that her hands would be restricted again. She obediently held her wrists up and watched him lock the large stainless steel cuff over her right wrist before giving the left equal treatment.
At least this time she was handcuffed up front. Brent took her contract and folded it up before carefully slipping it inside the inner pocket of his jacket. He then grabbed her right arm and began to lead her out of the small room as she was cuffed. Christina kept her head down and listened to the sound of her heels echoing loudly over the concrete floor. They went down two hallways and a short corridor. Within minutes, this began to feel as if it were a perp walk in custody. Brent led her to an area with the word "HOLDING" painted in large black letters over a wall. Two men in red robes, similar to the man she first encountered today, stood nearby as if they were guards. Brent gestured at one of them as he walked towards the double steel-barred doors to unlock them. Christina stood there and watched the doors slide open as she realized this was some form of a holding cell. The guard stepped towards her and then pulled at her wrist cuffs. Christina raised her hands for him to unlock the cuffs.
"You'll stay here for the next few hours. I'll see to it that you're brought lunch and some drinks."
She walked through the open steel doors and then listened to them slide back into place. Christina turned around as she heard the locks click into place. She looked through the bars to see Brent one last time.
"Your first order is to strip down and put on the white robes left for you. The guards will take your clothes back up to your room later."
"Is that all?"
"From here on out, it will be yes sir or yes master. Understood? After the initiation, you'll be expected to show a little bit of respect to everyone here."
Christina nodded.
"Yes sir, I understand."
He turned his back to her before walking off and leaving her in the holding cell. Christina's eyes wandered across the room to see a large bed pushed against the wall, fitted with black sheets and a pillow. The white robes he mentioned were sitting there folded up on the bed. That must have been the uniform for prisoners, at least before the initiation. From the way Brent talked about that event, it almost sounded like a rite of passage or some form of ritual. Christina thought about the strange choice of outfits with robes and the symbol she thought she had seen on the back of the first guard she encountered. This dungeon was beginning to feel as if it belonged to a cult of some sort. Her eyes wandered across the room as she saw a door with a sign that simply read 'Bathroom and shower'. At least she would have some privacy in there, she thought to herself.
Since she already had a shower earlier today, Christina did not feel the need to take another. She slid her hands to the front of her black pants and unbuttoned them after stepping out of her high heels. The cold feeling of the hard floor was felt under her soles as she slid her pants off and stood in a matching black thong. She took a few steps forward before pulling her blouse off. No bra was needed to contain her giant natural F-cup breasts as they flopped around. The last piece of attire to be stripped from her body was the thong. She took a moment to glance behind her right shoulder to see if the guards outside were watching when she slid the thong down. They were away from the door, likely leaving her behind with no fear since she was behind a locked door. Christina let out a sigh as she felt a cool breeze blow over her naked body. The coolness of the dungeon inadvertently made her nipples hard. One way or another, she had the feeling that tonight she would be getting fucked again. It would be a different tale than the one-night stands that had lasted throughout the week.
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2 HOURS LATER
Time passed slowly inside the holding cell as Christina sat on the bed in her white robes. She dangled her left foot from the bed, impatiently waiting for Brent to return. Across the room, she had stacked an empty bowl and glass of wine after having lunch. French onion soup and chardonnay wasn't the type of food she'd expected as a slave. The guards had asked her if she wanted more to eat, but Christina declined. All she could do was sit and consider what Brent had planned for her. As the hours passed, she could hear all sorts of commotion outside the holding cell. There were men coming and going, others were talking and running down the halls. With no phone or watch, she had lost all track of time. Letting out a sigh, she fixed her hair up while sitting on the bed. The intricate bun had been undone hours ago, and now her orange locks flowed freely behind her shoulders. As she sat there, Christina was alerted to the sound of a man clearing his throat.
"It's time."
Brent's voice was indistinguishable from any other man's. Christina got up from the bed and walked to the barred door. She noticed Brent had changed his clothes from the posh suit to a silky blue robe with gold lining. It was not unlike the robes that the guards were wearing, but a different color. Black boots covered his feet while a pair of shiny stainless steel wrist cuffs were waiting in his hands. As soon as the doors slid open, Christina raised her hands for him to cuff. Since she had not been given any shoes to go with her own white robes, she had slipped her feet back into her black heels. With the cuffs locked around her wrists, Brent shut the cell door and then began to walk in front of her.
"Come on, follow me."
"Where are we going, master?"
"To the initiation room."
Christina swallowed her breath. From how he previously spoke of this initiation, she was beginning to grow nervous, as if it were some kind of ritual. The back of Brent's robes displayed a symbol, almost identical to the one she had seen on the back of the guards' robes, but once again Christina could not make out what it was. The black design nearly blended in with the silky fabric of his robe. She glanced away from his back, studying the concrete floor for a moment as she walked behind Brent. He made several turns, leading her down long corridors and a few hallways. This underground prison was a true labyrinth. Christina wondered how many floors it went down to or what buildings attached to the hotel also belonged to this underground secret. Brent led her down one last hallway with a barred steel door that was identical to the sliding doors of the cells.
"Let me see your hands."
She held her hands up, and he unlocked the wrist cuffs with a key. The room was dark, with some odd glare coming from what appeared to be a stack of television sets against the wall. Three smaller screens were lined up in a row with one large, wide screen underneath it. White lights emitted from the screens eating away at the darkness in the center of the room. Christina noticed some kind of odd platform in the center of the room. It was padded with red cushions and had a chain connected to a bolt on the front side. Brent walked her closer, and then she saw that the chain connected to a shiny, metal collar. The length of the chain appeared to be a few feet long. Christina knew he was about to put the collar on her neck.
"Strip."
Without replying in words, Christina untied the robe from her waist and dropped it to the floor. She stood naked until she leaned over the padded platform to raise her head. Brent may have been impressed by her obedience, or perhaps now. He remained quiet as he grabbed the collar and carefully slid it around her neck. Christina closed her eyes and felt the cold metal collar locking around her neck. The chain rattled as Brent stepped away from her. When she opened her eyes, she glanced down to see the padded table had once had some sort of black symbol on it, but it had been worn off from much use. It was evidence that this table had been used many times over. She was far from the only woman or man to be chained down in preparation for a full initiation. Brent stepped in front of the line of televisions and pressed a button. The screens all changed to black and white, but it was the sound that caught Christina's attention.
"Holy, mother of god..."
That voice sounded oddly familiar to her, like one she remembered from her first night at the hotel. Christina gasped as she heard the voice again in a soft moan. The bottom wide-screen television was only a black screen displaying an audio symbol. There was no mistaking that voice of moans combined with hers.
"Oh my god, Toby!"
Christina yelled the name as her eyes grew larger as she looked at the three smaller television screens. Each played a recording in black and white, highlighting her one night stands that had been secretly filmed. She gasped as the truth split her mind. Brent stood close by, studying the shocked expression on her face. The middle screen displayed last night's events, filmed from the mask that was on the wall of Brent's office. He was fucking her from behind with no audio playing. The left-side screen played a recording from the bed Hunter had fucked her on. She got to see herself bent over on the bed as he rammed her ass with his hard cock. The audio that played was clearly a recording from her first night, when she had a romantic evening with Toby.
"You like that? You like watching my tits work over your cock like that? Don't it feel good?"
"Ohhhhhh, hell yes!!"
She swallowed her breath, blushing as the audio played her dirty talk and Toby's soft replies. The third screen showed a recording of her caught in between the twins. Bobby and Phil were both fucking her in that recording as she was sandwiched between them in the act of double penetration. It took Christina a moment to realize, from the angle of that recording, a camera must have been hidden in a mirror in the room. She almost felt herself breaking out in a cold sweat as her heartbeat raced. All the emotions and feelings she experienced during those nights came rushing back to her. Just when she thought she had pieced together the truth about this place, a new revelation shattered her mind. All the men were working together. Everything that had led to this point was a carefully paved road for her to walk directly down into this dungeon.
"Oh my god... What the fuck is this!?"
Speaking in a low voice, Christina noticed that Brent had walked away from her. Her heart was still racing as the videos continued to play along with the audio of her night with Toby. That first night was the only one missing, but the audio was loud and clear. There must have been recording bugs hidden in that bedroom. All those days, she had been searching for Toby, wondering where he could possibly be. Despite the strange feeling of having her affairs recorded and filmed, Christina felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath, trying to fight off the feeling of lust that was overwhelming her from those memories. She turned around, unable to watch any more of the recordings.
"Turn it off!"
Her voice echoed throughout the dark room. It took Christina a moment to notice that she and him were not the only people in this room. Off to the sides, she had noticed eyes glaring at her with figures hidden in black robes. They stepped out of the shadows as Brent turned the televisions off and activated a dim light from above. Christina gasped when she realized who the clean-shaven faces belonged to. On her left hand side were the twins themselves: Bobby and Phil standing shoulder-to-shoulder. To her right, she recognized the slicked black hair and cleanly shaved face of Toby. Standing next to him was Hunter, with a sinister grin on his face. All four of the men she had tangled with in lustful affairs were here, wearing strange black robes.
"I think the boys are happy to see you, Christina. What about you? Did you miss one of them? Or did you really miss them all?"
Brent stood behind her as he spoke. Christina swallowed her head as she felt the chain dangling across her left shoulder, leading back to the padded platform. She looked at all the men but kept her focus on Toby. The young man gazed back at her, almost in fear. It was that expression on his face that told Christina all she needed to know. He worked for Brent, as did all the men. Every story they told her was a lie that no longer mattered. Christina did not even care who was the mastermind behind it all. She was now chained to the platform, ready to be initiated into this new lifestyle. There was no need to stall what was soon to come. She fell to her knees embracing her situation, rattling the chain as she clapped her hands and instructed the young men.
"Come on. I'll show you how happy I am to see you all again. Drop the robes and bring me those cocks."
She hoped her enthusiastic choice of words would surprise Brent despite forgetting to refer to them as sir. Since he was the man in charge, Christina felt the need to push his buttons. She may have been collared and chained, but her spirit remained strong.
"Did you hear that, fellas? She sounds like she knows what she wants. Don't keep her waiting."
After Brent spoke, all four of them dropped their robes and stood naked. Christina bit her lower lip and then decided to rise from her knees and sit down on the platform. The short length of the chain would make it difficult for her to move her neck further away if she remained on the floor. It did not take long for her vision to be filled with four semi-erect cocks desperate for attention. She felt the need to slide one hand between her thighs and play with her pussy, but Christina did not have enough arms for that. She did not have enough to jerk each cock at the same time, so she would have to take turns. The first shaft she grabbed was Toby's with her right hand. She looked up into his eyes, and then her left hand found Phil's dick.
"Stroke 'em nice and good. You know what to do."
Hunter was now barking out an order to her. She did not glance his way as Christina stroked each cock in her hand as fast as she could. Biting down on her lower lip, she whimpered a soft moan before alternating her left hand. As her left hand jerked Bobby, she kept her right hand fingers twisted around Toby's shaft. This favoritism she was showing Toby did not go unnoticed by Hunter, who took one step away from Toby and shoved his cock in her face. Brent had walked around the platform, now observing the action as Christina was busy wanking their cocks. Hunter caught her attention, and she finally let go of Toby's cock to grab him.
"Keep going, keep going."
Bobby was next to speak out as her hand slid back and forth across his shaft. Christina had to think to herself about what awaited her. She had never taken on more than two men at once. Brent had yet to join the party, but when he did, that would be the fifth cock for her to please. Christina alternated both hands again to grab Phil's and Toby's cocks once more. She parted her lips and made sure Toby's cock was the first to slide between her red lips. As she sucked on him, she used her right hand to grip Hunter's shaft again. 'Mmmmm', her muffled moan was barely heard over the loud breathing of the men and Brent's commanding voice.
"Let her take her time. She knows what she wants."
It was impossible for Christina to tell if Brent was impressed by her actions so far. Whatever he thought of his slave meant nothing to her. She wanted the pleasure for herself. After all those days of searching for Toby, if this was the only way she could have him, then so be it. She took her time, sensually sucking his cock as her lips bobbed up and down. If only she could do this for longer without having to take turns. Christina was going to at least give Toby some deep-throat action to satisfy him. She pushed her lips as far as she could, only pulling back when she gagged with most of his length down her throat. After extracting Toby's shaft from her lips, Christina spit on Hunter's cock and fed it between her lips.
"Yeah, suck on it! Suck it!!"
She heard him grunt after speaking. Hunter placed his right hand on the back of her head, encouraging Christina to suck more of him. She used her free hand to grip Toby's shaft, holding onto it as if she owned that cock. When Hunter gripped her hair, Christina began to aggressively bob her head up and down, devouring his cock inch by inch.
"Fuck!"
His voice echoed throughout the room. She closed her eyes, concentrating, as she wanted to give Hunter something to remember now. Christina felt a hand fondling her left breast, squeezing it softly. She opened her eyes but did not let the wandering hand distract her. When her nipple was pinched, Christina made another attempt at deep-throating. Her eyes watered up as she gagged and choked on Hunter's cock. He moved his hand away from her head as he pulled his dick from her lips with a popping sound. Saliva strings from his gleaming, spit-soaked dick back to her mouth. It was now the twins' turn. Toby and Hunter stepped back to allow Bobby and Phil to move on both sides of her.
"Open wide!"
Phil's tone of voice was so gleeful. Christina did not glance up to see the look on his face, but she figured he was grinning ear-to-ear. As she opened her mouth wide, Bobby and Phil pushed their cocks on both sides of her mouth. The thick poles rubbed against each other, with only the heads finding their way into her mouth. Christina gagged and moved her hands to her breasts. She could hear Toby and Hunter groaning as they were now busy wanking.
"Say ahhhh!"
Bobby commanded her. As Christina gagged with an audible 'ahhh', the twins began to laugh as they each tried to push a bit deeper into her double stuffed mouth. She could see Brent standing behind them with a smug expression across his face. Phil was the first to pull his cock back, allowing her the chance to suck his friend. Christina used her right hand to squeeze his nuts as she slid Bobby's pole between her lips. He stood there without interfering as she bobbed her head up and down, slobbering on his cock. The chain rattled as Christina's head moved back and forth. Her big blue eyes gazed up at Bobby as she pressed her hands against his legs. She continued sucking until he stepped back and abruptly snatched his cock from her lips. Christina immediately turned her head towards Phil's cock, and she opened her mouth wide to invite him. He placed his hand on the back of her head, curling his fingertips in her hair as he slid his cock into her mouth.
She closed her eyes while listening to him exhale a deep breath. Christina re-opened her eyes when Phil began to thrust the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. Her hands found a place over her giant breasts again, as if to tease one of the men about the chance of having their cock shoved between them. All five of them had the joy of fucking her tits throughout the week. Phil gritted his teeth and snarled as he began to thrust more of his cock between her lips. Christina kept her eyes locked on his face as she sucked it by the inch. It seemed he was trying to fuck her mouth, but he could not find a steady rhythm at this slow pace. Christina was able to easily match his thrusts by bobbing her head up and down until she took control of the sucking. Brent had been standing next to Phil and observing the young man's actions during this time. He sighed before pulling his robe off and grabbing Phil's right shoulder.
"That's enough. Let me show you how it's done."
Phil pulled his rod out of Christina's mouth, causing strings of drool to break from her lips back to his wet shaft. He let go of her hair and shook his hand in frustration. Brent stepped forward as Christina glared into his eyes. If Phil could not properly fuck her mouth, she knew the boss would give it to her. Christina swallowed her breath in preparation for the rough ride that awaited her. Brent's cock may have only been semi-erect, but that would soon change. He grabbed her hair with his left hand, ready to feed his cock into her mouth.
"Open your fucking mouth."
His voice was commanding in a low tone. One small hint of what awaited Christina. She parted her lips, opening them wide for Brent to slide his cock in. When the first few inches pushed back from her tongue, Christina enveloped her lips around his cock. Brent took his time with the first thrust, as she could feel his shaft growing in size as he aimed to push it down her throat. She did not gag yet, but she knew that within seconds he would have her gagging and choking on his length. It was something new for her to feel a cock harden and grow in length while sliding into her mouth. Christina closed her eyes when she felt the first hard thrust. Brent exhaled as he began to buck his hips to drive his cock into her mouth.
"I hope you're paying attention and not just watching."
Brent's words were intended for Phil, but Christina did not care. When the head of his cock poked to the back of her throat, she gagged loudly. That seemed to be cue for Brent to begin bucking his hips harder and faster. She kept her eyes shut as she struggled with the length of his shaft, trying desperately to suck it by the inch. His hand in her fiery mane kept her right in place as he began to pick up the pace.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH!"
Within seconds, Christina was making incoherent slobbering and sucking noises. She kept her eyes shut without any care for the other men standing around and watching their leader give them a firsthand example of skull-fucking. This was only the short warmup phase. Christina had to brace herself for what was coming next. She slid her right hand down between her thighs and began to finger herself as Brent slammed his cock to the back of her throat. Choking up and gagging, she immediately coughed on his shaft. Excess saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth. Christina jammed her middle finger into her pussy as a result. Her wetness was abundant as her finger was already covered in her arousal. Her left hand found a place to squeeze one of her boobs as Brent began to skull-fuck her.
"KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAH!"
A faint gasp was heard from one of the men in the room, but Christina could not be distracted to look around. Her eyes remained shut as they watered up from how hard Brent was fucking her mouth. She gave it everything she had to suck his entire length, but found the task to be overwhelming. Brent knew she lacked the proper deep-throating skills from his time with her last night. Now he was making an example of that. The slobbering and sucking noises echoed through the room as the other four men stood around wanking themselves at the sight. Brent easily had the biggest cock amongst the men in the group and it was a sight to see the busty actress get face fucked like some run of the mill porn whore. Hunter had moved behind the platform, where his hand could easily grab the end of her chain and pull it. Brent grunted as he continued to buck his hips. Over and over, his cock pumped into her mouth, back and forth. His hairy balls collided against her chin with each full thrust. Christina was overwhelmed by his strength alone.
The chain rattled from the metal link attached to her collar. It still dangled from her neck back to the lock piece attached to the platform. All the young men stood there as their boss was concentrating on fucking her mouth. Christina opened her watery eyes to a blurry vision as she tried to glance up. Her middle finger was poking in and out of her cunt as she laid her palm over her clit. She blinked her eyes and glanced down to see Brent's pale feet. It did not even occur to her that he had removed his boots. He slowed down his pace, but not before slamming the head of his cock to the back of her throat. Christina gagged and choked on it within seconds. A string of saliva was dangling from the left corner of her mouth before it broke off and fell to her tits. She moved both her hands to her breasts in anticipation that he may want to fuck them soon.
"Holy shit..."
Bobby spoke in amazement at what the men were witnessing. When Christina glanced up at Brent's face, she saw his cold snarl. He did not appear to be impressed by her sucking skills. Christina kept her eyes locked on him as he pulled his cock from her mouth. A flood of saliva dripped from her lower lip, falling down to her tits below as she took a deep breath.
"You want more!?"
Brent taunted her. Maybe he did not plan to fuck her tits next, as Christina suspected. She gritted her teeth before yelling her answer back to him.
"Yes, master!"
His right hand fingers found a place around the base of his cock after letting go of her hair. Christina had mere seconds to open her mouth wide for Brent to shove his pole back in.
"Then shut up and suck it. Show everyone in the room what a nasty fucking whore you really are."
From the corners of her eyes, Christina could see two men standing around wanking their cocks. Bobby stood to her left, and Phil stood to her right. Toby had stepped back near the platform table while Hunter was standing directly behind it. Brent did not take charge and give her a second round of skull-fucking. Christina had the freedom to suck him however she desired. She hoped he could see the fiery lust in her eyes as she began to aggressively bob her head up and down the first few inches of his shaft. The chain began to rattle and shake around as Christina continued to bob her lips up and down. Slobbering noises were heard from her muffled voice, but not as loudly as before. Christina made an effort to impress Brent, but there was more to this than getting a pat on the head from the master.
Her own pleasure was just as important. All this time she had been sitting and sucking cock, she could not wait to feel them in her holes. Maybe there was some truth to Brent's words. Christina felt her dirty side begging to be unleashed. As she pulled her lips back to the head of his cock, she released it with a popping sound. Her eyes broke away from Brent as she spit on the head of his shaft before twirling her tongue around it. This was the most she could tease him as she leaned forward, only to be stopped by the length of her chain. Brent glanced away from her face and then motioned with his right hand at one man who was standing close by. Christina proceeded to suck on the head of his dick again as he then snapped his fingers, but not at her. He was instructing Hunter, who soon alerted Christina by dragging her chain hard from behind.
"It's time to turn things up a notch. Get up on the table on all fours."
Hunter yanked at the chain again. Christina could feel the cold steel digging into her neck as she whimpered. Once she was shoved back on the padded surface slightly, he let go of it. She did as Brent ordered, rising on her knees and pressing her palms down into the table. As she looked up at him, he reached for her face with his left hand. Christina moaned as Brent forced her mouth open in an 'O' and made her look him in the eyes.
"Are you ready to get fucked now?"
"Mmmmm, yes."
Clearing his throat, Hunter snarled at her.
"Yes what!?"
"Yes sir!"
"Do you want to suck me off again while someone is fucking you from behind?"
Spank! Hunter slapped her ass hard to give her a hint as to who was standing behind her and had pulled the chain. Bobby moved in to her left side while Phil brushed against Brent's right shoulder. Toby was nowhere to be seen now as Christina replied to Brent.
"Let me suck on your cock some more."
He smiled and let go of her face. The look on Brent's face had caught Christina off guard. Hunter snapped her back into reality when he slapped her ass again. She could feel him pulling the chain again while sliding his hard cock up the crack of her buttocks.
"So you're gonna slobber all over some dick while you take one up the ass?"
It was Hunter's turn to taunt Christina. She moaned as his rod rubbed up against the crack in between her cheeks. Without a spoken reply, he tugged on her chain. Christina let out a sigh before replying.
"Yes. If you haven't forgotten how to fuck my ass like you did last time."
That response made the twins gasp and laugh. She played it smooth to get some of the other men in the room laughing at Hunter, but it was Toby's voice she wanted to hear. He appeared to have vanished from Christina's view of the room. Her focus shifted to Brent's cock, with her drool dripping from it. She opened her mouth wide for him to shove that hard dick between her lips again. Phil grabbed her right wrist and brought her hand towards his cock. Since she was now gripping one shaft, it was only fair if she used her left hand to wank Bobby's pole. As her fingers twisted around both cocks, she sucked the head of Brent's pole and came to a quick realization. Hunter was going to have to hold the chain to keep her in this position, all while his cock was sinking into her dark little hole. She closed her eyes while pumping her hands up and down to wank the twins.
This was a position Christina had never dreamed of finding herself in, let alone with a collar locked around her neck and held by a chain. She began to bob her head up and down Brent's cock, sucking it halfway as Hunter made the first hard thrust to slide his shaft into her ass. He let out a loud moan before slapping his hand across the right cheek of her ass. His left hand pulled at the chain hard to raise her head up. Brent planted his hands on both sides of her head, and Christina anticipated the moment for him to take control. She stopped sucking so he would have free reign to fuck her mouth as if it were a cunt. A grunt was heard from Hunter's voice as he bucked his hips, driving his cock in and out of her ass. Christina made more muffled moans as she sucked Brent's shaft.
"Faster! Faster!!"
Bobby groaned at her to wank him at a faster pace. Christina began to pump her hands up and down as fast as she could while she felt Hunter and Brent fucking her in unison. Brent would thrust his cock into her mouth, then Hunter would do the same as one of them was pulling back out. Phil and Bobby began to gasp, moaning as her hands glided up and down their cocks at such a speed that a blur was visible. When she opened her eyes again, she finally caught sight of Toby standing behind Phil with his fingers wrapped around his cock. He was wanking himself as the lone man left out of the action.
"Give it to her! Fuck her mouth!"
Brent was commanding Hunter, who needed no encouragement. Over and over, he slammed his cock up her ass while gripping the chain hard. Christina curled her toes up inside her heels as she squeezed Bobby and Phil's shafts hard in her hands. Brent fucked her mouth at a slow pace. She closed her eyes again after Hunter slapped her ass once more.
"Fuck yeah!"
The young man grunted as he used his free hand to grip one of her hips and pull the chain hard. Her giant breasts shook and wobbled in all directions from underneath her. Christina raised her head and began quickly sucking Brent's shaft as he pulled it out of her mouth. She immediately gasped, exhaling a deep breath. Her hands were still stroking Bobby and Phil's cocks while Hunter pounded her in the ass.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"
At long last, her screams were echoing through the room and down the halls. Christina gritted her teeth, causing her moans to become growling snarls. Hunter continued to pound his cock up her ass, giving her every inch of it as his balls slapped against the wet pussy. Brent took a step back and motioned for Bobby and Phil to stop. When she let go of their cocks, she was finally able to press her palms down into the padded surface of the platform. Hunter let go of the chain, allowing Christina to feel the cold metal links lying across her back.
"Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck!!"
Brent clapped his hands together to halt Hunter.
"That's enough now!"
Hunter sighed. Before he pulled his cock out, he made one last hard thrust. Christina gripped the edge of the platform, biting down on her lower lip as she began to think about the new position that awaited her. She was beginning to feel that her pussy was neglected. All this time she had been wanking, sucking, and getting slammed in the ass. There had to be someone among the five men who was ready to truly fuck her and not waste precious time with her ass.
"You two, get ready."
Brent pointed his right hand index and middle fingers towards Bobby and Phil. He then turned his attention to Toby, who had been standing quietly and not joining the action. Christina watched Brent snap his fingers and instruct Toby to move across the platform without speaking a word. This gave her the impression that all of this had been planned in advance.
"Are you ready to finally get fucked, whore?"
Christina turned her head to gaze at Brent, nodding at him.
"I can't hear you. Speak up!"
"Yes I'm ready to get fucked, master! The only question is, who wants me first!?"
Her words echoed through the room and shook up the situation. Brent may have been in control, but Christina's choice of words made the men all begin looking at each other. She knew who she would pick to go first if given the choice. Toby stood in place as if he knew better than to question his boss.
"I'll give you a choice, Christina. You can either take me on first or the twins."
It was a strange feeling to hear Brent refer to Phil and Bobby by the nickname they had told her on that lustful night. Memories of them double-fucking her pussy had come to mind for Christina. Brent would be rough, but it was easier than taking them both at the same time.
"You're the boss sir, so you should go first."
Brent grinned at her answer.
"A wise choice, I'll give you that."
She watched him walk around the platform until he was facing Toby from the opposite side. Christina guessed that he would want her on all fours. The chain lock was on her right side, and the remaining links hung from her back. Her fingers slid down the padded surface, over the strange faded symbol. Christina gazed up to see Toby's cock desperate for attention. Brent spanked her ass with his right hand, causing her to moan. Her ass was starting to change color from her creamy white complexion to a brightening red.
"Face down, ass up."
Her big blue eyes gazed up at Toby as Brent commanded her. She just wanted to see the look on his face to try and read what the young man was thinking. His dark eyes had widened, as if he were in shock and disbelief at what they were both doing. This delayed reaction did not amuse Brent.
"I said face down, ASS UP!!"
Yelling at her, Brent made sure to get his point across by lifting his left leg and pressing his dirty foot against the left side of her face. Christina groaned and closed her eyes at the cold feeling of his sole pressing against her face. Her ass was lifted up, her legs pressed together, exposing her juicy, neglected cunt. She moaned upon finally feeling a cock slide into her warm dripping pussy. Brent fed her wet hole his massive thick shaft, stretching her wide and deep.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssss."
It was such a relief to finally have a cock in her pussy. Christina could not complain about the position, and Brent's foot pressed shoved against her face. He spread his legs as his other foot sank into the padded surface of the platform. She closed her eyes while feeling inch after inch of his hard cock pumping in her.
"Fuck me!! Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!! Fuck me!! YESSSSS!!"
A serenade of moans was heard throughout the room, only interrupted by grunts and exhaling from the men. Christina kept her eyes shut since there was no way for her to glance up at Toby with Brent's foot keeping her head pressed down. He took his time, bucking his hips to drive his cock in and out of her cunt. Bobby, Phil, and Hunter stood around wanking at the sight of their boss fucking her.
"You might be a Hollywood whore, but down here, you're MY Hollywood whore!"
Brent slowed down after uttering his words. He finally moved his foot off her face to allow Christina to raise her head. She pushed her hands down into the platform to use her arms to elevate her height. Before she could stand on all fours, Brent used his free hand to grab the chain attached to her collar and pull it enough to help her rise. Exhaling and groaning, Christina could now gaze back at Toby's hardened shaft. His right hand fingers were wrapped around it, twitching as he stroked it. The chain rattled until Brent dropped it. He was still pounding his cock in her pussy as her breasts began to jiggle around from underneath. Christina swallowed her breath and tried to fight off the desire she had to shove Toby's cock into her mouth.
"Is this what you wanted? Scream for me, you fucking whore!"
Spank! His hand slapped her ass hard. Brent began to thrust faster as Christina serenaded the room with her cries of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME SIR!! FUCK!! GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"
The collar dug into her neck when Brent grabbed the chain and gave it a hard yank. Christina could see Hunter, Phil, and Bobby lining up behind Toby as if they were waiting their turn. She gritted her teeth momentarily and then screamed more filthy words.
"I WANT TO BE FUCKED!! OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH YES! YESSSSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!"
"Suck that fucking cock! Show everyone that you know what your mouth is useful for!"
Brent spanked her ass again after prompting her with the question.
"YES SIR!! I NEED SOMETHING TO SUCK ON RIGHT NOW!!"
Finally, she would be able to suck Toby's cock after staring at her for what seemed like hours. Christina parted her lips, and Toby placed the head of his cock on her tongue. She quickly enveloped her lips around it and began to suck while feeling Brent's pole hammer back and forth in her pussy. Nothing was going to stop her from passionately sucking Toby's dick. Christina favored him, as evidenced by the extra mile she went to pleasure him. If she could only use her mouth, then so be it. Christina did her best to bob her head up and down, devouring his cock while her pussy was stuffed with Brent's pole.
"Ohhhhh, man."
Her efforts were rewarded by the sound of Toby moaning in pleasure. Brent began to thrust harder and faster to make it more difficult for her to keep sucking. All that did was make Christina work faster. She reached up with one hand, gripping the base of Toby's shaft to maintain herself. Brent noticed her actions and continued to thrust in her pussy. The sound of their bodies smacking together was heard loudly through the room, mixed with Christina's muffled sucking noises. Nothing could break Christina's concentration from sucking as her head moved up and down repeatedly. She kept her eyes shut while a few strands of her orange hair moved into her face. Toby brushed her hair out of her face, causing her to open her eyes and look up at him. Brent came to a halt and slowly extracted his cock from her vulva. Christina drew her lips back to the head of Toby's dick and released it with a loud popping sound.
"You two, get ready."
Brent snapped his fingers and pointed at Bobby and Phil. Christina should have guessed that after he stopped, it would be time for a new position. A smug grin ran across Phil's lips, possibly knowing he would soon be pounding her along with his friend. Christina remembered that the twins' specialty was double penetration, but with their cocks together in one hole. She could clearly remember how they both shoved into her pussy at the same time. That gave her an idea of what to expect soon. Toby took a step back as Hunter took a step forward, but Christina was distracted when she noticed Bobby lying on his back next to her left hand. When she turned her head at him, Brent called out.
"Go ahead and get on top of him. It's not like you haven't laid on him before, have you?"
Hunter laughed at the way Brent taunted her. His worry did carry a degree of truth, since this was familiar territory for Christina. She swallowed her breath at the thought of the twins both fucking her pussy at the same time again. She moved atop of Bobby and pressed her sweaty hands against his chest before speaking.
"Do you want me to ride it while--"
"No! We've already done that. We didn't get the chance to give your ass the same treatment."
Her lower lip dropped in surprise. Christina knew she should have figured they would want to try something they did not get a chance to do that first night. She could feel Brent's eyes observing her as Christina slid her right hand down to grab his cock and shove it up the crack of her booty. Phil stepped onto the platform and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Christina moved her hand back and lowered herself down onto Bobby. Her giant breasts were shaking towards his face while the head of his cock poked into her dark little hole. Brent walked behind Phil, observing the action. It took Phil a good minute to rub his cock up against Bobby's pole and push into her ass hole together. When they finally did, Christina could be heard gasping. Toby and Hunter were standing in a perfect position to see the expression on her face as she struggled with those two cocks pushing into her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck..."
She cried out her words. Everyone in the room had to know that within seconds, she would be deafening them with screams of pleasure. Since Phil was standing behind her, it was now his turn to grab the chain and pull it hard. Her breasts were now shaking toward Bobby's face. He smashed his hands against them and began to squeeze. Christina gritted her teeth as he began to thrust into her ass.
"FUCK MY ASS!! COME ON, COME ON!! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!!"
His other hand slapped the left cheek of her ass with authority. Red marks had already formed on her right cheek thanks to Brent's hard spanking. It took some time for Phil and Bobby to work their cocks into her ass, but they managed to stretch the hole. Christina closed her eyes and screamed again.
"OHHHHHHH, MYYYYY GODDDDDDD!!"
As her voice echoed through the room, Hunter stepped forward to her. All this time he had been wanking his cock to keep it hard and ready. He grabbed her chin with his left hand to hold her head up. When Christina opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Hunter's thick cock shoving into her face. She did not open her mouth for him, so he proceeded to smack his cock up against her face. This sight had made Brent chuckle. His laughter grew louder with each passing second until Phil and Hunter were giggling with him. Christina groaned as she took each slap of his cock against her face. When Hunter was done, she opened her mouth wide for him to slide his cock in. Instead of feeding her his shaft, the man walked away. Christina was annoyed, groaning as he stepped away from her like that.
"FUCKKKKK!!"
Once again, she screamed aloud as she felt two cocks pushing into her ass. Christina would never admit it to herself, but she was beginning to feel her body reach a breaking point. Maybe it was all the sex during the week finally catching up to her, or this single act pushing her to the limit. Brent was still laughing from behind her, but Christina could only ignore his voice. Phil spanked the left side of her ass again as he let go of the chain. It was still a struggle for him to pump his cock in her ass with Bobby, but they managed to work in a slow rhythm.
"She can handle two, but can she handle three at once?"
Hunter spoke with a smug grin across his lips, gesturing at Toby. Bobby squeezed her tits one last time before moving his left hand back to slap them. He then released her other boob from his right hand to give it an equal slap. Brent clapped his hands to get Phil's attention.
"That's enough now. We need to switch it up."
A sigh was heard from both men as they were made to stop. Phil carefully pulled his cock from her ass, then removed Bobby's shaft as well. Once he stood up from the platform, Christina was able to roll off Bobby and lay on her back. She took a deep breath while gazing up at the light fixture on the ceiling.
"Toby! It's your turn, come take a seat."
As Brent ordered her preferred man of choice, Christina let out a sigh. This may be the only chance she would have to feel his cock inside her, so she was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. She was not ordered to climb atop him yet, but Christina did not care. She straddled Toby and climbed into his lap. His right hand was holding his cock up, and she made sure to carefully sink his shaft past her vulva lips. The chain rattled from her neck as she shoved her breasts into his face. Toby moaned as his face was smothered in her tits. When Christina glanced across her right shoulder, she saw Brent's cold eyes leering at her in disgust. She could have guessed that doing this without an order would likely anger him, but she did not care.
"So you're ready for more, huh?"
Nodding her head, the chain links rattled. Christina was not done acting in defiance toward Brent. She bit her lower lip and rolled her hips, attempting to thrust Toby's cock into her cunt. After a moment, she finally nodded and replied to her master.
"If you've got more to give me, then bring it on."
Such a choice of words to make Brent grin deviously at her.
"Be careful what you wish for."
He stepped behind her and shoved Christina forward until Toby was laying on his back. She pressed her hands into his chest and glanced behind her right shoulder. It was easy for her to guess what Brent was about to do. Christina had figured by now that Brent was a man who liked to fuck all three holes when given the chance. This would be his second consecutive day accomplishing such a feat, and with a woman he called a 'Hollywood whore' to add more bragging rights. His cock slid up the crack before he used both hands to pull her cheeks apart and guide it to her gaping ass hole. The twins had properly stretched her ass hole out, as did Hunter when he pounded her earlier. She closed her eyes and slid her sweaty hands up Toby's chest while feeling Brent's cock slide into her ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yesssss..."
Closing her eyes, Christina embraced the moment of having a cock in each hole. She was not sure how much longer she could take before reaching her climax. If she could spill her love nectar onto Toby's cock, then it was well worth it. Brent snatched her by the hair, not bothering with the chain anymore as he began to buck his hips and drive his cock into her ass. Toby stroked her curvy hips and pressed his palms against her ass cheeks. His fingertips sank into her soft, firm skin as Toby began to buck his hips upward.
"Ohhhhhh, FUCK!!
Her voice was becoming hoarse with weakened but still coherent moans. After all the lustful nights she had from her first night at the hotel, it was now beginning to catch up to her. Christina knew she was fucking on borrowed time by this point. Hunter stepped onto the platform as the latest man to face her. His hand was wrapped around his cock, leaving her to wonder if he was going to allow her to suck it this time. He smiled down at her, flashing his teeth before speaking.
"Open wide!"
Christina did as she was told, eagerly opening her mouth with an 'ahhh'. Toby and Brent were fucking her in a steady rhythm, one thrust after another, while Hunter grabbed her by the hair and fed his cock into her mouth. Christina squeezed her lips around it and proceeded to bob her head up and down. Her tits were shaking all around while the other two men walked to the empty sides of the platform. Christina took a moment to embrace her first experience with triple penetration. Her moans were nearly muted by muffled noises as her tongue pressed against Hunter's cock. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, she noticed Bobby to her left and Phil to the right. Without being ordered to do so, Christina reached her hands out and grabbed each cock.
"Ohhhhh, man..."
"That's it, that's it. Give it to her!"
"She's such a nasty fucking whore!"
Toby groaned first, then Brent spoke before Hunter had the last words. She could hear Phil and Bobby moaning as her hand glided up and down their shafts. No cock had been left abandoned as she made use of her hands. Over and over, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking Hunter's cock inch after inch while feeling the other two shafts pulsating in her holes. Airtight and using her hands, Christina knew that within seconds she would be reaching her climax. She closed her eyes and pushed Hunter's cock as far as it would go down her throat. She gagged, choking on his length, as her inner walls tightened around Toby's dick. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while feeling Toby's hands squeeze her ass cheeks. The ecstasy of pleasure had overwhelmed her, causing her legs to shake. Toby screamed in a panic at the feeling of her juices flooding his cock from inside her pussy.
"Oh, fuck! She just came! She just came!!"
"Don't overreact, you know how to handle yourself."
Brent spoke to Toby as he stepped back and pulled his cock from her gaping ass hole. Her fingers were still wrapped around each cock in her hand, but she was no longer stroking them. Bobby and Phil stepped back, pulling her hands free of their shafts. She was out of breath and finally feeling defeated after all this fucking. Christina did not know how she was able to hold herself back this long, but after having her orgasm, she had no strength left. She collapsed onto Toby's chest, breathing in his face. Brent wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her up. Toby helped him until she was finally off him and his cock slipped out of her pussy. Her juices trickled down her thighs and dripped onto the padded platform. A fresh stain would form later as a result. One could only imagine how many women and men had already left cum stains on the ritual table.
"Oh god... Ohhhhh, fuck..."
Out of breath and nearly exhausted, Christina sat on the table, pressing her hands down into the table to hold herself up. The chain was now lying over her right breast in open sight for anyone to grab. She closed her eyes while attempting to catch her breath, but could hear the sound of all the men groaning. Brent cleared his throat to get her attention.
"Eyes open, bitch! Are you falling asleep on me now?"
Calling her a bitch was a sure way to get Christina to open her eyes. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes to see Brent standing in front of her. His hard cock was aimed directly at her face as he stroked it back and forth. Still trying to catch her breath, Christina let out a sigh and forced a smile. After all this time, the least she could do was show some spirit to her master.
"No, Master. I'm still wide awake. Are you gonna cum all over my face?"
The tone of her voice carried a level of fatigue in a snarky tone. Brent knew how to handle her better than the other men behind him.
"Open your fucking mouth and say ahhh."
'Ahhh!', Christina moaned after extracting her tongue. Before she shut her eyes, she noticed the other men circling around her. After all the nights of first time experiences and then the events of today, Christina was ready to add something else to her list of newfound filthy pleasures. Brent grunted as his cock exploded within his hand.
"Take every last drop! TAKE IT!!"
His warm seed splattered across her sweaty forehead, streaking into her hair from the initial burst. String after string of cum painted her left temple, drenching her cheek and across her eyebrow. The last droplets landed on her breasts below, with one drop falling on a link of the chain. After he was done painting her face, Brent stepped away. Christina knew that the other four cocks were aimed at her face, ready to splatter more cum onto her pale, ivory skin. This would be the most cum she ever received in her life. Keeping her eyes closed, Christina slid her tongue back into her mouth and gritted her teeth before swallowing her breath. She could hear groans and grunts from the men as Hunter yelled at her.
"Let's see you look proud with all this cum on you."
He groaned after speaking. Christina kept her eyes closed as Hunter grunted at the feeling of his cock exploding.
"FUCKKKKKK!!"
Wad after wad of cum splattered onto her face. A heavy rope of cum landed on her nose, with a drop reaching her right eyelid. Christina gritted her teeth and growled a moan. A chorus of moans was audible between Bobby, Phil, and Toby as each man was busy wanking. Within seconds, each cock erupted. Strings of cum criss crossed onto Christina's forehead, with a few missing her face entirely to drench her hair and fall down to her massive tits. At the same time, three men pelted her in the cum with fresh, sticky loads. Some drops missed her all together, falling down to the padded surface of the platform. Gritting her teeth again, Christina snarled as she kept her eyes closed. The last thing she wanted was to open them too soon and get a wad of cum in her eyes.
"So much cum, oh my god."
Christina whispered before opening her mouth wide. A string of cum landed over her nose and dripped down onto her tongue for a small taste. Toby, Phil, and Bobby were out of breath. They quietly stepped aside, leaving her there drenched in the greatest amount of cum Christina had ever received. Drenched and sticky, she felt the warm bodily fluid oozing across her skin as she sat there for several minutes undisturbed. She swallowed what little bit had landed on her tongue and began to slowly open her eyes. The cum that had splattered in the corner of her right eye dripped down like a teardrop. The room appeared empty, as if the men had quietly left. When Christina glanced towards the barred steel door, she noticed all of them had put their robes back on and were leaving.
"Another initiation successful."
Hearing that voice told her that Brent was not leaving. The loud steel doors were heard sliding open as the other men left the room. Brent inserted a key into the collar, unlocking it from her neck. The cum was dripping down her face. Christina did not even care that he had removed the collar. He dropped it to the floor, causing a loud clank that echoed in the dark room.
"Hold your head up."
In his hands, Christina noticed a different collar. Stainless steel with a ring in the front for chain attachment. The sight reminded her of when she saw that woman wearing a similar collar in the music lounge on her first night at the hotel. Christina swallowed her breath and raised her head, eager to accept her first collar. She closed her eyes as he slid it over her neck. The cold metal was a familiar feeling as she heard the lock click into place. Brent moved away from her as the sound of boots stomping into the floor alerted her. Two guards in red robes entered the room and moved on both sides of her.
"Take her to the showers. Let her have an hour to get cleaned up, and then take her to her personal cell. She needs a good night's rest before the real training begins."
The guards moved on both sides of her and grabbed her arms, placing them over their shoulders. She was exhausted and welcomed the additional help to carry her. This action felt like routine, leaving Christina to wonder just how many men and women were carried out of the initiation room after enduring a gang bang session. Her right foot dragged across the floor, knocking her heel off that was left in the room. She did not even have time to ask Brent if he was impressed with how she handled him and the other four men. Light shined over the metal collar locked around her neck as the guards walked her out of the room. After all those nights of affairs, today's events felt like a fulfilling conclusion. Her mind was still shattered by the truth she learned. The coming days would give her time to piece everything back together and learn more about this strange place she was now willingly a prisoner in.
TO BE CONTINUED
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So everything came full circle. I did not expect her to find Toby like this. When one thing is figured out, it leads to more questions.
You've crafted a brilliant mystery story here and I believe future chapters will just dive deeper.
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Great work, I was wondering where Toby was and it was nice to see that Christina was still fond of Toby but looking forward to more.
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That was quite the pay off after all your build up. So everything was planned by these guys to get her there. Every time I finish one of these stories, I can't wait to see what happens next. The pay off has been worth the wait every time.
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That escalated quickly once she got in that big room. I didn't see it coming that Toby would be involved.
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 6
Starring: Christina Hendricks, Emily Ratajkowski, Bianca Beauchamp
Themes: Slave Training, BDSM, Mystery/Suspense
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his.
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Rays of light brightened the cold, grey concrete walls in a pattern that cut out the steeled bars from a cell. Christina Hendricks sat on her bed, wearing a white robe that covered her curvaceous body. The silky white robe was tied around her waist, offering a subtle view of her busty tits in a V neck pattern. Above her cleavage was the stainless steel collar Brent had locked around her neck only a few days ago. The piece of metal did not hinder the movement of her neck by any means. After a week of affairs and one night stands, all of it had caught up to Christina leading up to her initiation. The grand event had left her fatigued with her body aching in places she did not think was possible. Muscle cramps had made the simple task of walking difficult while her cunt and ass were sore. It was Brent's suggestion to give her two days of rest, leaving Christina to get lost in her own thoughts.
She had learned some truths about this strange hotel, but not enough to feel satisfied. More than anything, she was still shocked to know that every man she encountered leading up to the initiation, had been planned. Everything had been planned, calculated and put to the test as she walked directly into the spider's web. Brent must have been a true mastermind, at least now she had to admit it. Christina still could not wrap her head around the fact Toby was there. Of all the men, finding him again in this dungeon had surprised her more than anything. She spent the first day in her cell remembering the strange things that were out of place in the rooms she indulged her sexual acts in. Never could she have guessed that she was being filmed and recorded, all for someone else's pleasure. Christina had to wonder how many other guests or residents at the hotel had also been filmed unknowingly.
Was it all planned from the beginning or after her meeting with Toby? So many questions left her guessing for more answers. Brent had done more than one thing to prove to Christina he was cunning. She did not want to stroke his ego by telling him, but then again she would be doing that every time she called him by master or sir. Through curiosity, she had found herself in this place knowing she would be locked in for the training that came. Deep down, she knew this was what she wanted. With no care of the outside world right now, Christina was determined to learn more about what seemed to be a secret society running the Miracle Light Inn. Like Brent told her, everyone starts at the bottom and has to climb the ladder. Christina was a slave in training, confident that as time went on she could rise to the role of mistress.
The initiation remained fresh on her mind through the hours. A gang bang was something Christina had never experienced before. The aches and pains in her ass and pussy told the story, as she felt completely overwhelmed by the five men on that day. Too many orgasms for her to count had done a number on her body. She thought about how worn the padded surface was, considering how many other women and possibly men were also chained to that table. The strange symbol or emblem that covered that padded surface had only made her more curious. She remembered the first man who escorted her beyond the lock doors and blindfolded her. He had a similar symbol that decorated the back of his red robes. Perhaps it was a logo of sorts to what she believed to be a secret society. This was just another question she would have Brent when the time came. For now, Christina sat on her bed and gazed back at her reflection in a mirror across the small cell.
Her bright, red hair was fixed up in a ponytail. Light shined across the cold steel of her collar as she studied her appearance. The room was a standard prison cell, complete with a toilet and sink combo in the corner, a decent bed and a mirror. A wooden stool was across the room for her to sit on and a bag of beauty necessities. The hairbrush was left on her bed, near the pillow. Life in the dungeon seemed to follow a fixed daily schedule. Lights went dark around midnight and turned back on the next morning at six o'clock. A vintage clock was hanging across the hall where Christina could see from beyond the bars of her cell. An alarm went off, waking everyone in a cell. Just like standard protocol of a prison, a roll call started the day before the barred doors were open. Brent greeted Christina at her door before unlocking it. She began the day with him escorting her to the showers.
It seemed she was the only inmate residing in a cell on this wing of the dungeon. Christina imagined that there had to be another corridor leading to other cells that housed other women. So far, she had been kept isolated from any other inmates. She expected to see other women when judging the immense size of the showers. Ten faucets covered the walls in a room large enough to contain at least a dozen people. The floor was made up with white walls that matched the walls keeping true with the vintage touch of the hotel. Christina had an hour to shower, shave and do as she pleased for a beauty regimen to start the day. After that, she was escorted to what Brent called the canteen. It was a small kitchen where she had the choice to be served whatever food she wanted. The food was no different than what was served in the hotel above ground. Christina joked that at least it was not a diet of prison food.
Since the day of her initiation, Christina had not seen Brent wear a suit. Every time she had seen him outside her cell, the master wore his fancy blue robes with gold lining. She at least was alerted to when he would approach her cell from hearing the stomping sound of his boots across the concrete floor. The thunderous booms caught her attention in the past few seconds as she heard a door open. As she sat on the bed, Christina crossed her legs and loosened the heel on her left foot. The stomping sound became louder with each passing second. Christina was unfazed by Brent's entrance. She licked her lips, still studying her reflection across the mirror. His walk ended when he reached her cell and she could see his towering figure emerge from the right corner of the mirror. Since she did not rise from the bed after a few seconds, Brent cleared his throat to get her attention.
"I know you can see me."
With a sigh, Christina stood from the bed. She turned to look at Brent through the steel bars of the locked door. Her hands gripped the bars, leaning in as a smug grin moved across his lips. True to form, he looked so proud standing there in his blue robe.
"What do you want, master?"
Brent chuckled at the tone of her voice. Christina knew how to make herself sound annoyed without much effort.
"I came to check up on you."
"Really? How sweet. Maybe you would like to offer me some wine too."
His eyes locked on her after the snarky reply.
"I thought you were supposed to be all sore and achy? Yesterday you couldn't walk straight, but I don't think you've got a sore throat. It hasn't prevented you from running that mouth of yours"
Smirking at him, she stopped laughing and began to twitch her fingers around the steel bars. Brent broke eye contact when he noticed the movement of her left hand. Christina knew how to tease him as she began to slide her hands up and down, stroking the cold metal bars as if she were gripping something else.
"My mouth is fine, thank you very much."
He slid a key into the lock, prompting Christina to move her hands so the barred door could properly slide open. Licking her lips, she thought of another way to tease him.
"When are we going to begin the training? I figured that would be the real reason you came to visit me."
The barred door was no longer preventing them standing face-to-face in this personal meeting. Brent smirked at her before replying.
"Your training will begin soon. I sure hope you are ready to be challenged."
"My legs still hurt, but I've been looking forward to it."
He reached for her mouth, gripping it with his left hand and forcing her lips open in an 'O'. Christina looked into Brent's eyes as he curled his lips into a smirk.
"I know just what we can get started with. Your mouth looks fine to me."
When his hand left go of her mouth, Christina gasped before swallowing her breath. Brent took a step back and reached into his robe to reveal a chain and a shiny pair of handcuffs. Christina raised her wrists, ready to feel the cold metal cuffs across her pale skin. He locked the cuffs on first, then attached the chain to her collar. The chain links rattled and clanked as Brent led her out of the cell and walked in front of her. Brent led Christina by the chain as a leash, guiding her down the corridor as her heels and his boots echoed down the hall.
"We'll begin with what I like to call a throat-fuck session. I told you before that you need to work on that. There's some other things you need to think about. You need to consider the sexual needs of your partners and how to meet that desire."
His words sent her heartbeat racing. Christina could recall the fuck session they had in his office last week. Brent knew she would remember, as it was a subtle hint back then for what was to come. As they walked, the conversation continued.
"I remember telling you that I prefer big ones."
Brent chuckled.
"And I remember watching you put in more effort when you were sucking off Toby."
Taking a deep breath, Christina did not expect him to mention Toby. She could not argue with his statement and knew it was best to stay quiet on that subject.
"You've already shown some real potential. After we're done, you'll be one of the best cocksuckers in Hollywood."
They arrived at a black metal door. Brent turned to smirk at Christina before grabbing the knob.
"Our training methods are very thorough. You'll see it and believe it very soon."
As he laughed, Christina sighed as she pondered about her first trial. Brent enjoyed taunting her to see those frustrated expressions move across her face. He pulled at her chain, leading her beyond the door and into another small room. Two benches sat against the walls facing each other on the far left side of the room. Wooden posts were on the right side, lined up in a row of three with mats down on the concrete floor. A small table was visible near the benches, blocked in view by a tall, bald man in a blue robe. Christina was distracted by the presence of this other man. His arms were covered entirely in sleeves of tattoos and his face sported a trimmed black beard. She guessed that the rest of his body had to be decorated in art after seeing his arms. The man stood silently as his cold, dark eyes gazed back at her with a blank expression across his face. Light shined across the back of his head, distracting Christina until Brent spoke.
"Take off your robe."
This was an order to strip in front of a stranger. Christina rattled the cuffs as she loosened the robe and dropped it to the floor. As she stood there naked, the man crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes scanned her voluptuous body, studying the size of her famous breasts while Brent unhooked the chain from the metal ring at the front of her collar. He flung the chain across the room in an attempt to put it on the table, but it slid to the floor with several clank sounds. Brent ignored the sound as he put the key in her handcuffs to undo them. With her hands free again, Christina raised her arms and folded her hands. She noticed the man's wandering gaze studying her pink folds below. Christina was hesitant to see if she was wet, afraid to begin feeling nervous tensions before the training sessions was to begin. Brent motioned for her to turn around, as if to reveal her buttocks to the observing man.
"Hands behind your back."
Another spoken order told her that she was doing more than modeling for the other man. Christina did not hesitate to cross her wrists. She soon felt the same metal cuffs sliding back over her wrists. She let out a sigh as they locked.
"Wouldn't it have been easier to just handcuff me from behind the first time? This seems like a waste of time taking them off only to put them back on."
A slight chuckle was heard from the mysterious man.
"She's got some mouth. I like that."
His voice was deep, nearly a gravel tone that led Christina guessing if he was a hard smoker. Had she been turned around to face him, she would have asked for his name. Brent led her a few steps forward, walking to the wooden posts on the floor. His thumb slid into the ring of her collar where he carefully turned it behind her head.
"It's a good thing you've already pinned your hair up in that ponytail. We don't want any strands getting in the way while you're busy sucking dick, right?"
That comment led to both men chuckling as Christina glared at Brent. He motioned for her to lower herself down on her knees. With her wrists cuffed from behind, this position was already proving to be difficult since she did not have her hands to balance herself. Brent helped her slowly lower down fully. Her giant breasts shook, slightly bouncing until his finger pulled from the collar ring. Christina swallowed her breath as she felt the collar move again and heard a locking sound. She suddenly realized that Brent had locked her down to the wooden post, preventing her from moving.
"Is this really necessary?"
Brent smiled as he stood back up, now gazing down at her as he nodded.
"Yeah. We don't want to make things too easy now, do we? This is training, not an afternoon blowjob."
He stepped aside to allow the other man to move in front of Christina. His towering presence cast a shadow across her figure as her big blue eyes gazed up at his face. The man pulled his robe off, finally revealing his nude body. True to Christina's guess, his entire body was indeed covered in tattoos. A six pack of abs and other muscles bulged, giving her the impression he was some sort of bodybuilder. The tattoos covered every inch of his chest and legs. Only his cock was not covered. She noticed he had visibly shaved all his pubic hair, leading her to make more quiet assumptions of his identity.
"Who are you?"
A few seconds passed and the man did not answer. He wrapped his right hand around his cock instead and began to stroke his member. Christina's eyes followed his movements as she gazed upon his hardening cock.
"His name is not important."
Brent spoke loudly, answering her question.
"What is important is what you're staring at between his legs. That is all that should matter to you right now, slut. It's been a long time since this gentleman has been able to test a whore's gag reflexes. Are you gonna rise to the occasion or be an epic disappointment to my friend?"
Strong words had an effect on Christina. She took a deep breath before gritting her teeth. Brent knew how to bring a rise out of her with his taunting words. She wondered to herself if this was kind of a fantasy for him. Did he have a desire to watch her suck off a stranger who would not even tell her his name? It probably turned Brent on even further over how the man looked unlike any type of person Christina would be caught in public with. Her eyes leered towards his cock. She licked her lips while watching it grow to full length. If she had to guess, Christina figured that this man had a size similar to Brent, if not slightly bigger. His cock was huge, bulging in thickness with a blue vein visible from the left side. Her eyes gazed up at the man's face as she licked her lips. It was time to begin this training session.
"I'm ready. Feed me that cock."
"Open wide and say ahhhh."
She did not expect a reply from him like this in a low voice. Christina parted her lips, obeying his command as she exaggerated her 'ahhhhh' with her tongue extracted. He placed the head of his cock on her tongue and watched as she enveloped her lips around his pole. Christina closed her eyes as she felt him thrust his shaft down her throat. Her hands shook, chain-link rattling to the cuffs from behind as she was unable to properly move her neck at all from within the locked collar. Being locked to a wooden post had truly made this a difficult task for her as she began to choke on his entire length. Christina did not consider that he would begin by sliding his shaft completely down her throat. She choked loudly, eyes watering up as she tensed up.
"Relax! Breathe!"
Brent yelled at her like a coach. Once the cock was all the way down her throat, the man did not move. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the corners of both eyes. The chain attached to her cuffs rattled again as Christina desperately attempted to move her hands to no avail. She was desperate to touch herself as she felt her pussy burning and dripping in desire. Brent carried on with his speech.
"Breathe out of your nose. Just breathe. You're panicking over how big he is. That's why you're choking on it right now."
He was guiding her with his words, delivering the proper instructions for Christina to relax. She took a few seconds to gather herself before opening her eyes. A blurry vision caused her to blink a few times. The man slowly withdrew his cock from her lips, allowing Christina to breathe from her mouth. She immediately took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. A grunt was heard before the man pushed his cock against the right side of her face. Christina could feel his wet pole sliding over her cheek. The head touched her ear, giving her a subtle hint of how long his length truly was. His thick, long tool left a trail of her saliva across its path. She kept her eyes closed, desperate to touch herself. If not for her hands being cuffed, she undoubtedly would be squeezing her tits and playing with her own erect nipples. Brent knew how proud Christina was of her all large, natural breasts. The cleavage she showed off in her red carpet gowns was very deliberate.
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It only made sense to her that he would take away the reach of her hands like this while she was sucking cock. The man knew her instincts well, undoubtedly from watching the hours of tape he had of her fucking and comparing it to his own experience. This was all a show for him now, at least before he would join in. Or would he interfere? Guessing Brent's motivations was a difficult task for her. Christina could not make her mind up what he truly was going to do here. The massive cock occupying her throat wasn't exactly helping her think straight anyway. So far, it seemed he was going to stand back and coach her up, as if she were preparing to go several rounds in a ring with a strong opponent. If she had a puncher's chance of sucking this cock properly, then so be it. Christina opened her eyes as she felt the rod move from the side of her face. More spit was dragged across her beautiful features. She was determined to try her best, regardless if she failed in embarrassment or miraculously succeeded. Gritting her teeth, she gazed up at the tattooed man to give him a lustful expression.
"Open your fucking mouth."
A stern order was the reward for her display. Christina did as she was told, opening her mouth wide. She focused her sights on his chest in an attempt to study the many tattoos around his belly button as he pushed his cock into her mouth again. He quickly pushed it to the back of her throat again, causing her to close her eyes and begin gagging. Her head was pushed back into the post as he drove his massive cock down her throat. Christina instantly retched out a gag as his balls pushed against her chin.
"I thought I told you to relax and breathe? There you go, tensing up and panicking again."
Brent sounded frustrated judging by the tone of his voice. If he sighed or grunted, Christina could not hear it over her own gags and slobbering sounds. The man was no longer testing her gag reflexes. He was bucking his hips, jamming his cock to the depths of her throat to fuck her face. She kept her eyes shut as she felt his hairless, heavy ball sack hitting her chin with each full thrust. She felt his bulbous cockhead plunge the depths of her throat then pull back to sit on the soft wetness of her tongue.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAK-KAH!"
The slobbering and sucking noises became louder with each passing second. Christina no longer cared about Brent watching or anything else. She balled her hands into fists, rattling the chains of her cuffs as she tried to maintain herself. Brent had given her clear instructions, but Christina did not react to his words as if it was background noise. The man slowed down to bury the head of his cock to the back of her throat. He grinded his crotch into her as his cock was buried in the depths of her throat. Excess drool trickled from both corners of her mouth. Christina could not so much as squirm around thanks to her collar being locked into the wooden post. Her eyes watered up again with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, down both sides of her nose.
"Look at me, bitch! Look at me!"
Her eyes opened wide at the sound of the man's voice. Her vision was a blur as the tears streamed down her face. The man began to thrust into her mouth again at a slow pace. Over and over he slowly fed Christina nearly nine thick inches of cock until her nose pushed into his pelvis. Christina finally took Brent's advice and began to breathe out of nose. Her breath blew from her nostrils into his skin.
"KAH-KAH-GWAH-GWAK!"
Strings of drool broke from the corners of her lips, falling down to her big tits below. It was driving her mad that she could not touch her boobs, yet feel her warm saliva falling on them. Christina exhaled deep breaths, finally maintaining herself as he continued to fuck her mouth in this slow pace. She opened her eyes wide, unable to wipe the tears to clean her vision. Christina made her best effort to give eye contact to the man as he continued to thrust inch after inch of his mighty cock into her mouth. Her lips squeezed around it hard, slightly muting the sucking noises until he came to a complete stop. When he did not pull his cock from her lips, Christina knew what to expect. The time had come for a third round of testing her gag reflexes. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the moment his cock slammed to the back of her throat. The man flexed his cock a sher throat muscles massaged his cock with her gags.
Like the other times, she gagged and choked. Christina tried to relax, exhaling deep breaths from her nose as he kept her there in the position. The tears reflected shiny spots on her face, illuminated from the light above. A chuckle was heard from Brent's voice, but Christina did not open her eyes. Even if she wanted to look in his direction, her blurry vision would prevent her from seeing that smug grin on his face. Since the tattooed man did not pull his cock from her lips yet, Christina tried to suck as hard as she could. Her efforts managed to make him groan in his deep voice. He finally began to slowly extract his cock from her lips, pulling it out with his fingers wrapped around the base. Her eyes opened widely and she immediately gasped for breath as her saliva overflowed from her lower lip and fell to her tits below.
"Oh my god..."
The only words she could muster between swallowing her breath. Christina was completely out of breath, desperately trying to catch herself. Her voice was barely audible, almost a complete whisper. Strings of saliva dangled from her lower lip and chin before breaking off. She wanted to wipe her eyes so badly, still unable to properly see. Her massive tits coated in saliva gleamed from the fluorescent lights.
"You tried. I give you that."
Hearing Brent's voice made her look up to see her true master now standing before her. She recognized the body before her lacking of any tattoo designs. The entire time she was getting face-fucked, Brent had removed his robe and started jerking himself to this wonderful exhibition. Christina did not have to be told to open her mouth by Brent. She waited for his cock, knowing that he would pick up where the other guy left off. Brent wasted no time pushing the head of his thick shaft into her mouth and feeling her lips tighten around it. Christina had merely seconds to brace herself as Brent wasted no time bucking his hips to drive his cock between her lips.
"You see Christina. The key to becoming better at something is through practice and repetition. No one is a born winner."
His hands gripped the side of her head as he began to thrust his cock deeper in her mouth. Christina would have gasped if her mouth was not stuffed with his cock. She kept her eyes open, trying her hardest to look up at him as his cock pushed to the back of her throat with each full thrust. It took merely seconds for her slobbering and sucking noises to echo loudly in the room.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAK-GWAH!"
Mercy was not something to expect from Brent. Christina knew he was going to give her mouth an equal fucking as the other man, if not harder. She closed her eyes upon feeling the head of his cock slam to the back of her throat, over and over. His hairy balls rubbed against her chin, smacking loudly with each full thrust.
"Suck that fucking cock, you whore! Show me what your mouth was made for!"
He grunted and groaned, still bucking his hips to pump his cock back and forth down her throat.He gazed down at her beautiful features as he pummeled her throat. Christina closed her eyes and curled her fingers into fists once again. The chain attached to her wrist cuffs rattled and shook from the intensity of Brent's thrusts. He did not take his time like the other man. Christina had never been skullfucked before, until now. Never had she been treated in such a primal manner. Her eyes watered up again as bubbles of drool developed around the base of Brent's cock from each full thrust. When he came to a halt, his cock was shoved all the way down her throat. He held his position, groaning at the feeling of his entire length shoved into her mouth. Christina's red lips were buried in his ball hair completely devouring his massive cock. Brent could feel the collars pull around his cock in her throat. Every little gag and sputter massaged his thick tool divinely.
"Fuck yeah..."
The other man stepped closer, his right hand gripped his cock tightly as he was jerking it back and forth. If only her eyes were open, she would have time to prepare for two loads to her face. Or maybe not. Christina was in deep concentration, giving her best efforts to suck Brent's shaft. She did her best to stimulate him with her tongue as she tried to control her worn down gag reflex. When he was ready to finally explode, Brent snatched his cock from her mouth by the base. Christina's eyes flew open as she gasped in an attempt to catch her breath. She could hear Brent and the other man's voice groaning and moaning, but no words were spoken. Each cock was aimed directly at her face, leaving her with the choice to close her eyes or bravely keep them open in anticipation for the sticky mess that awaited her. It was only two loads, she thought to herself. By this point, Christina had been drenched in much more cum than that recently.
She kept her eyes open, blinking when she felt the strings and wads splattering onto her forehead and cheeks. Brent groaned while the other man made slight grunting sounds in his low voice. She kept her eyes opening with a flinch, proving that she was not scared to get her face wet and sticky. Out of breath and exhausted, Christina kept her mouth open in hopes of catching some jets of their seed. The majority of both loads went on her forehead, right cheek and with strands in her hair. What did not decorate her face fell to her great big tits below already drenched in her spit. It was so funny that during all this time she had been denied touching her tits. The mere thought of stuffing one of those thick cocks between her boobs would have been a sensual reward for her pleasure. Brent had neglected her of using her tits in such a way that Christina truly felt the next time she was able to give a tittyfuck, it would indeed be a reward.
"Eyes up here, whore."
Brent called out to her, wanting her to look up at him one last time. The blurriness of her vision had cleared up, but Christina was seeing doubles now. She knew Brent only wanted her to see that smug grin across his face. It was the look of a winner. He was so proud to have her as his slave in training. Maybe he was proud of her efforts too.
"Did I do okay?"
He crossed his arms over his chest, slow to reply. The other man turned his back and stepped away, revealing his back to be covered in tattoos to match his front. Christina kept her focus on Brent, watching as he slowly nodded his head before replying.
"You tried, but you still have much to learn."
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3 DAYS LATER
Sunlight remained absent through the passing days as Christina's training began. She never did learn the name of the tattooed man who she had serviced as part of the first day training. It did not matter, as Brent told her she would be serving only the biggest cocks that were measured on record among the blue-robed masters. He did not mention the color of their robes, but Christina figured it out based on the few she had seen dressed in blue. Brent kept her locked in the cell, isolated from any other slave girls or masters. If she were to share a room with someone else, it would only be possible with his permission and guidance by the chain. At the start of each day, Christina wondered where he would take her for the next tests in her training. Brent teased her by having Christina open her mouth wide to see if she truly had a sore throat.
She gestured that her throat may be sore, but in a playful manner, just to be a smartass towards him. After the first day, Christina spent time with Brent in an exercise area. It wasn't the most glamorous workout situation she'd ever seen but fitting for an underground sex dungeon she thought. She had her choice of running on a treadmill or working out on a stationary exercise bike. Three hours were spent in this room, complete with blue exercise mats and other equipment. Small weights were lined up on a rack across the room. Brent chose to lift weights while she rode the bicycle naked. Christina tried to joke with him but the man never dropped his guard. He was reveling in this new position as her master and made a point to remind Christina of it every chance he had. Her eyes noticed a strange marking that had been painted over the concrete floor. The blue mats covered the art, but not enough for her to see fragments of it. It was a circle painted white with what seemed to be points in the corners to make a pentagram. As Brent went through his sets he stared down Christina's naked body as she rode the bike. Her pale skin littered with beads of sweat. He got hard as he pondered the trials that awaited her shortly.
The next day, she was able to see a clear pentagram as another piece of art on a wall. Brent escorted her across multiple corridors and into a large room that contained small cells with barred doors. At long last, Christina saw the other slave girls who were also serving in the dungeon with her. Whether these other girls were in training or not was a question best left unanswered. All of them wore a white robe and a metal collar around their necks, just like her. That was until the robe fell to the floor, and they were positioned on their knees. Four women were locked in cells, with the middle room empty and waiting for Christina. Brent fastened metal wrist cuffs to lock Christina's hands to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. The cuffs and chain locking her in this position with her arms stretched up were the least of her concerns. Brent saved the best surprise for last when he revealed to Christina that a small black vibrator would be shoved into her juicy cunt.
Her first thought was that if she could keep the toy for herself. This was the first thing to feel inside of her since being collared. Christina moaned when he revealed a remote in his hand that powered the vibrator from a distance. It was black, matching the toy itself, with three buttons. What she did not know was that the other slaves also had the same vibrator pushed inside them. The one remote powered all five devices in unison. A fact Christina learned when he held it up and pressed a button to increase the speed of the vibrators. What followed was a chorus of moans from all the chained girls in their cells. Her own voice led the others in a serenade when he pressed a button to increase the pressure. Christina closed her eyes in frustration that she was unable to touch her body. The vibrator was in the right place it needed to be. Where Christina preferred to have her hands was on her tits. The other women screamed, begging for him to unlock their cells and fuck them.
"Please, Master, please fuck me. It's been over a week since I've had your cock stretching my pussy. I want to be fucked like a whore... one of your loyal whores."
After one girl begged, the others joined in. Their voices were an array of desperate pleas. They begged in pleasure even as the vibrator speed was reduced.
"I'm so horny, I need something to suck. Please master, let me suck on your cock. You have no idea how badly I need it. I need your hot cum all over my face."
"I want my ass fucked! Please, please, please, Master! It's not fair that I have to wait like this to feel you pounding me in the ass."
Sighs and groans were heard among the other women. Their cries were so specific, leaving Christina to consider joining in to complain about the fact her tits had not been fucked in several days. She could not even touch them due to the handcuffs.
"Let me suck on some fucking cock! If not yours, then someone else's. Let me suck on something!"
The anger in that voice speaking would irritate Brent, Christina thought to herself. All he did was shake his head, grinning and laughing at the girl's frustrations. He had his girls right where he wanted them. Locked up, chained, and unable to touch themselves while their eyes were focused on him. Within a few minutes, he brought a sixth woman into the room. Another slave girl, judging by the white robe she wore and the chain attached to her collar. She was slim, with long brunette hair and impressive natural breasts. The first thing Christina noticed about this slave, apart from her obedience, was a different collar around her neck. Green sparkling jewels and a gold ring were housed in the stainless steel container. She smiled at Brent before turning her attention to the other girls and giggling. Perhaps she had seen the frustrated expressions on their faces.
Christina knew at that moment that she envied this other girl. No cuffs covered her wrists when she was escorted into the room. A chain was connected to her collar and used like a leash. The different collar was enough to tell Christina that this girl had been down in the dungeon far longer than her. She must have been a higher-level slave who had completed her training. The other girls moaned, with one voice echoing loudly in a cry as she seemed to realize what was about to occur. The girl kissed Brent passionately before disrobing him and falling to her knees. Christina gritted her teeth and watched as the girl fell to her knees without being ordered in his stern voice. She kept her eyes focused on Brent, whispering dirty words to him that could not be heard over the chorus of moans and cries from the locked girls. Christina was not bothered by the sight of another slave pleasuring her master until his cock was plucked from those pink lips.
When the girl placed his shaft between her tits, Christina sighed in frustration. Brent turned to look at her, grinning smugly as the girl proceeded to tittyfuck him. Brent laughed loudly. He knew this sight alone was enough to torture Christina mentally. She did not have to tell him, for he had seen enough evidence to know how greatly she valued using her tits as weapons of pleasure. Now she was chained and locked up, watching another woman give him that pleasure. This girl's boobs were nowhere near the size of Christina's bust. If it were her in the position, she had no doubt that she would be working that cock up and down with such ease. Closing her eyes, she could not bear watching. Brent managed to open her eyes when he clicked a button on his remote, raising the pressure of her vibrator that moved at a faster speed. The other girls began gasping and moaning uncontrollably. One girl could not handle her emotions as she began to yell at him.
"Oh, my god! Ohhhh, god! I think I'm gonna cum, master! Master, please! Pleaseeeeee unlock this door and unchain me! Please, FUCK ME!!I NEED YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK AND I NEED IT NOW!!"
So far, Christina had managed to hold herself back from screaming any words of filth. She was tempted to demand that he fuck her tits, like the other slaves had spoken similar requests. Knowing Brent, she did not expect him to unlock the door to any of their cells any time soon. He had chained them in each cell for a reason. The other girls were his audience, watching him fuck this higher-ranked slave. After the tittyfucking ended, the girl assumed a position on all fours, facing the cells. Christina gazed into those dark, brown eyes before the girl grinned smugly at her. Since Brent did not bother unhooking the chain from the metal ring of her collar, the shiny links dangled to the floor. They began to shake and rattle in a clanking noise when he got behind the girl and began to thrust his cock into her tight pussy.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh yes! Fuck me while these other whores watch!"
Before the other five women in the room could react, Brent pressed a button on his remote to raise the power of their vibrators. Christina squirmed in her chains as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The other women screamed and snarled at the sound of this lucky slave getting fucked. Her breasts bounced, shaking in a rhythm with the chain dangling from her collar. With her eyes closed, Christina felt the vibrator slow back down. She zoned out from listening to the other girls scream and cuss at him. It seemed to her that Brent was enjoying the way they became angry and screamed at him. The girl in action had enough nerve to smile as she gazed forward. That look on her face was met with vulgar words screamed at her by the other girls. Christina tried her best to block it all out and not pay attention to what words they yelled.
Taking deep breaths, she opened her eyes, and tried to glance down to see the vibrator. Her view was blocked by her giant breasts. She desperately glanced up at her hands, studying the shiny silver links of the chain that hung from the ceiling. The vibrator was on the lowest setting now, leaving Christina to concentrate all her strength in not reaching an orgasm. She did not know what her master expected, but she wanted to surprise Brent. One of the other girls had surely reached her climax by now. Would he be impressed if Christina could withstand the intensity of the vibrator? For all she knew, he was likely speculating that she would reach her climax in the following minutes. Brent kept the slave occupied with down on all fours after he made her cum. She panted and moaned while taking deep breaths, never once bending her thin arms to maintain the position.
"Face down, ass up."
"As you wish, master."
As the girl lowered her head, her eyes wandered to each cell, softly smirking. She bit her lower lip before resting her head on her hands and raising her curvy ass for Brent. Christina starred into those deep, dark eyes. Something about the girl's face looked familiar to her. Those eyes and that cute face had been seen somewhere before. Christina was unsure if she had seen this girl as another guest to the hotel, or perhaps from pages in a magazine or on a billboard. Something about her just screamed supermodel. Her body was thin, but with a plump pair of tits. Brent did not hold himself back. Despite the girl's obedience, she took inch after inch of his cock as he pounded in her ass. She did not weaken through all her moans and soft whimpers of pleasure. The strength she displayed to withstand his lustful onslaught was impressive. The sounds of their flesh colliding echoed throughout the dungeon.
"I've been a bad girl, master. I've been a dirty, little fucking whore. Pound me in the ass! Punish me like I deserve!"
Brent snapped his fingers with his free hand at her. He was still thrusting into her buttocks as he replied.
"Flip me your leash, slut."
He stopped for a moment, just to watch her obey the command. The girl grabbed the end of her leash and tossed it across her left shoulder. Brent grabbed it with his left hand. His right hand fingers still clutched the remote, powering the five vibrators for each woman still under lock and key. He yanked the chain hard, forcing her head up. The girl responded to his action by pushing her hands into the floor and raising herself on all fours again. Her body arched like a perfect submissive fuckdoll. As he began to buck his hips, Brent pressed a button on the remote to increase the speed of the vibrators once more. Christina clenched her teeth and moaned uncontrollably as she shut her eyes. The girl's cries and smacking sounds were soon drowned out in the symphony of carnal screams echoing from the cells. Whatever setting he had chosen for the vibrator must have been on high. Christina felt as if she were hanging on for dear life to prevent her orgasm.
"You're a good girl. Where do you want my cum?"
"All over my face, master. Treat me like your personal cum dumpster."
Hearing those words, Christina was hesitant to open her eyes. She could hear the other women out of breath, panting and crying out as the vibrators had done their jobs. Brent had pressed a button, turning it off since he was positive they had reached their climaxes. Based on the powerful chorus of screams, they all must have reached their climax. Christina believed it to be sheer luck that her pussy did not detonate at the power of his vibrator. Whether Brent would be proud or not, she did not care. She was proud of herself for outlasting that toy, and now she was sitting there to witness this slut get her face painted in cum. A few strands went into her long brunette locks of hair, but she never flinched or looked. Her eyes remained shut as she received her master's cum as if he had dropped a load on her face a hundred times before. The girl licked her lips before opening her eyes and speaking.
"Thank you, sir."
She kissed his cock before he motioned with his hand for her to rise. Brent was still holding the remote, but had dropped the girl's chain in his other hand. The jewels encrusted in her collar glimmered and shined. Christina exhaled for a moment. She was thankful he did not touch the remote, as she now felt she could last at least another minute before she needed her climax. Her eyes studied the movement of this skinny girl as she picked up his robe, gesturing to re-dress him. Brent blushed and smiled. That was something she had never seen from him, as he acted so playful and relaxed with this higher-ranked girl. The cum was oozing down her face and dripping down her neck and boobs when Brent playfully grabbed the chain. Her eyes wandered over to him as he gently tugged at the metal links.
"I think you need a shower. Get washed up and I'll see you at dinner later tonight."
"You know I would love that."
He slipped his hands into the robe and revealed a key for the chain attached to her collar ring. Brent unhooked the chain. She stepped back and winked at him.
"It's always an honor to be your whore, master. I hope your lesser whores enjoyed the show. I'll be waiting for you in the music lounge"
The girl blew a kiss to him before she walked out. Christina blinked, widening her eyes to do a double-take. Just like that, the girl was allowed to walk freely out of the room with cum dripping down her face. It burned the other women locked up, but Christina did not care about the insult she made in the end. So far, she had managed to resist his vibrator toy with all her inner strength. That was enough for her to raise her head and be proud. Brent fastened his robe and walked across the cells, looking over his precious girls in training. He stopped at Christina's cell and smirked. His eyes immediately looked down, and the smile fell from his lips when he noticed she did not reach her orgasm. So he was expecting it after all, Christina thought to herself. A smirk ran across her lips before she spoke.
"Were you expecting me to drench the vibrator? Are you disappointed I didn't leave a mess on the floor?"
His eyes remained locked on the vibrator for several seconds before he chuckled. When Brent looked back into Christina's eyes, he flashed his teeth in a full grin.
"That's impressive. You managed to hold yourself back while the rest of these whores couldn't. I wasn't expecting that from you."
Holding the remote up at her, Brent watched her facial expression change slightly. Christina whimpered a soft moan that made him laugh.
"Oh, look at you. You can't wait to let it out. I love it when you look at me like that. So desperate and willing to beg."
With a sigh, Christina swallowed her breath before replying.
"But you're impressed, aren't you? Right... master?"
She remembered to call him by that word in the end. Brent was still smirking as he nodded again.
"Yeah, I'm impressed. If you can hold back this long, then it just proves the potential you have. Imagine how many cocks you could take before you finally reach your breaking point."
"So, do I get to keep the vibrator for myself since I made it this far?"
Brent laughed, ignoring her words entirely as he unlocked the cell door and opened it. He snatched the toy from her pussy and then Christina finally unleashed love nectar. She screeched in a high pitch as torrents of her juices ejected from her cunt, splattering onto the concrete floor.
"You don't get to keep the vibrator.Can't have you having fun on your own can we now."
With a sigh, Christina pouted. She looked at him with such disappointment, knowing Brent would simply smirk in response. At least she knew that she had outsmarted him by outlasting the vibrator. It was a small victory, but Christina was still proud of herself. The other girls were quiet in their cells, with only faint whispers and moans heard. Christina closed her eyes as Brent unlocked the door to another cell to inspect another girl. She thought about the exhibition she had just witnessed with his willing, higher-ranked slave. At least she thought that girl had to be higher ranked based on the special collar she wore and how freely Brent let her go. She remembered her first night at the Miracle Light Inn and the journey she took in the music lounge. It was there that Christina witnessed her first odd sight, by seeing a woman dressed for a date wearing a similar collar. One small piece of the puzzle had been enough to answer one of her many questions.
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1 DAY LATER
Another day, another journey down the long, winding halls and narrow corridors into another dark room. The morning hours had come and gone. By the time Brent arrived at her cell, Christina was ready for another round of training. What did her master have in store for her today? She pondered the question quietly to herself when they walked together. He had given her much to think about last night. She wanted to know the identity of the brunette haired slim girl he had fucked yesterday. The more Christina thought about the entire incident, the more she knew the game Brent was playing with her and the other slaves. They were chained and locked up for an exhibition show, all at the expense of their jealousy. She could not deny the envy she felt when that girl had the privilege of placing his cock between her breasts. To go this long without the pleasure of tittyfucking was torturing Christina.
"Who was she?"
Christina asked the simple question as she stood in front of Brent. The door had slammed shut behind her minutes ago, and she dropped her robe. To her curious eye, this was just another small room to be used for training sessions. Behind her sat two wooden tables pushed together. A metal stool with a black padded seat was close by, matching two other stools near the door. Brent had already removed the chain from her collar and set it on the table. Her wandering eyes noticed a shiny, black latex bag sitting on the table. The contents of the bag were hidden under a zipper, but that was of no concern to her at the moment.
"Who was who? You need to be more specific."
"You know who I'm talking about. That fucking whore you wanted me to watch yesterday."
Brent smirked, flashing his teeth, before he looked back at Christina.
"Oh, you mean Emily. She's one of my good girls."
"One of your... good girls?"
She was unsure if he was honest or mocking her with the name of her last TV show. Brent nodded before continuing to speak.
"Yeah, she's a good girl. I trained her about four years ago. She stays here from time to time when she needs to duck the paparazzi."
Those last words made Christina stop and think. There was something about the girl's face that was oddly familiar to her. She gasped upon realizing that it was Emily Ratajkowski she had watched yesterday.
"Four years ago?"
He nodded, still smiling as he saw the shocked expression on her face.
"If it was that long ago, then why isn't she a mistress now?"
"Emily isn't cut out for the whip and black leather outfits. She is a natural submissive who embraces her role and knows her place. You saw that yesterday. Not everyone is fit to be a master or mistress. I see you've got your eyes on a prize."
With a chuckle, he took a step back. Brent's eyes locked onto the door behind Christina. He awaited it to open. She turned around to watch another woman make her entrance into the room. Light reflected across a black, one-piece latex bodysuit covering the curves of this tall woman. Her hair was blood red, her skin pale, and her eyes dark brown. Underneath her face, giant breasts were exposed in heavy cleavage, unable to be hidden by the gold buttons on her outfit. With one good look, Christina recognized her face from days ago. This was the same mistress she had seen when she first entered the dungeon. She remembered walking by this same woman before she signed her name on the contract. Her pink lips curved into a sultry grin as the door slammed shut behind her. Hands placed on her hips, she licked her lips while noticing Christina's eyes studying her translucent latex tights that covered her legs. The final piece of her outfit was a pair of translucent plastic high heels.
"Well, well. The famous Christina Hendricks. I've been looking forward to this meeting for quite some time."
The woman called out to her in a seductive voice. Brent stood back, watching this interaction unfold.
"Who are you?"
"That's no way to talk to your mistress. You should get down on your fucking knees and show me some respect."
Christina obeyed, falling to her knees and looking down at the heels covering her feet. Brent raised an eyebrow, impressed by how quickly she assumed the position. She may not have done the same if he was ordering her. Christina had a clear motivation to eventually become a mistress. That was clear from the level of respect she had to this woman upon meeting her.
"That's a little bit better, Christina."
She did not demand to know the woman's name. Christina was curious about her identity, based solely on her voluptuous body and bright red hair. Bianca Beauchamp was not a name Christina would know. Brent and other masters down in the dungeon knew of her well. The forty-five year-old fetish model had earned the nickname of 'latex queen' after completing her training in the past. She had long risen to the status of mistress. Brent hoped that Bianca would take on the role of mistress for Christina. He found it amusing to put two busty red-headed women face-to-face with each other like this. Christina was able to see a stark reflection of herself in this woman. Bianca held the position of authority that Christina clearly desired more than anything. Brent was hoping that Bianca would be the ideal mistress to further motivate Christina to not only complete her training but also rise in the ranks.
"I hope you've had your beauty rest and are feeling like a horny little slut today. Are you in the mood to suck on some dick for your mistress, dear?"
Resting her hands on her legs, Christina nodded.
"Yes, Mistress. Master Brent here has been training my throat to take any cock."
The tone in Christina's voice made Brent roll his eyes. She could not make it more obvious that she was willing to submit to a mistress in hopes that she would some day be wearing the same type of outfit. Would she have the stride to take control when the situation deemed it necessary? That was one question he was currently thinking about. Bianca stepped aside, leaving Christina on her knees as she walked to the table and giggled loudly.
"He has, huh? You sound quite eager to indulge yourself."
Turning around, Bianca revealed a translucent red dildo attached to a leather strap-on piece. She wanted to see the reaction on Christina's face as she asked the next question.
"I'm sure you've had plenty of practice with real dicks, but what about one of these?"
The enthusiastic reaction she had reveled in merely seconds ago seemed to fade at the reveal of the plastic cock. Brent smirked when he saw the look on Christina's face. He could only wonder if she expected Bianca to start ordering him around in a show of authority.
"I've never sucked anything like that before. I prefer a real cock."
Bianca giggled as she began to fasten the strap around her waist.
"Of course, a real one is better but you need something that doesn't jerk around when testing your gag reflexes. I'm gonna help you take this big ten inch." Bianca gripped the strapon in one hand. Christina noticed that her fingers couldn't close around the girth of it.
The size made Christina swallow her breath and widen her eyes. A ten inch length would surely be enough to choke her and water her eyes. She assumed her hands would be cuffed from behind, as they had been in the previous training session. Bianca motioned with her right hand, twitching her fingers.
"Up, on your feet."
Rising up from the floor, Christina stood in front of her mistress. Bianca ordered her again.
"Drop the robe."
Again, she obediently followed the order without hesitation. Bianca's eyes scanned Christina's body, focusing on her giant natural tits. If not for the setting, Christina may have remarked to her that the boobs were real. It was obvious to her that the other woman had enhancement procedures done to increase the size of her breasts. Christina knew she was in no position to make such a statement, so she kept her thoughts to herself.
"Do you like what you see, mistress?"
Bianca nodded with a smug grin across her puffy lips.
"Yes, I do. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll let you rub your tits against mine later."
Bianca walked around behind her, eyes were still focused on Christina's body. She came to a stop behind the kneeling actress and reached a hand down to Christina's pussy. Bianca purred a soft moan before speaking again.
Bianca moved in front of Christina, brandishing her glistening hand.
"Ohhhhh, look at that. You're already wet. Can't get your mind off sucking dick? Or do I have that effect on you?"
Giggling at the remark, Christina shook her head while blushing. Brent moved behind her with a pair of wrist cuffs.
"Hands behind your back, Christina."
With a sigh, she followed the command.
"I just knew I was gonna get cuffed again."
"And I just knew you were gonna complain about it some more."
Brent mocked her with a level of sarcasm that made Christina cringe. He knew how to press her buttons when he wanted to. Once the cuffs were locked around her wrists, Brent guided her to lower herself back to her knees. Christina had to be careful since she did not have her hands to support the balance. At least this time, she would not have to worry about her collar being bolted to a wooden post. Her big, blue eyes gazed up at Bianca. Christina ignored the plastic red cock for a moment.
"I'm ready, mistress."
"Are you really? Show me you're telling the truth."
Without her hands, Christina could only open her mouth widely in anticipation for Bianca's strap-on cock. The latex-clad mistress giggled as Brent stepped closer. Christina should have guessed he was going to stand next to the woman to watch.
"Open wider for me. This dick isn't gonna bend or move around in your mouth."
Christina did her best to open her mouth wide in an 'O' shape. Brent crossed his arms as his eyes locked on Christina's face. As long as he was standing there, she was going to see him from the corner of her right eye. For the time being, Christina needed to ignore his looming presence. She closed her eyes momentarily when Bianca slid the crown of the plastic cock between her lips. The texture and hardness served as a caution to Christina that this would not be like sucking a real cock along with its intimidating dimensions.
"That's it, that's it. Let me see those pretty eyes. Look at me, Christina."
Bianca's voice was calm and soothing, as if she were guiding Christina through an act of love. Christina tried not to look at Brent when she opened her eyes, knowing that his gaze was fixed on her. Squeezing her lips around the plastic red cock, Christina began to slowly bob her head up and down. If she had to guess, she figured that at least four inches of the shaft were in her mouth. This was only the beginning, as she still had plenty of time to mentally prepare herself for the deep-throating that awaited her.
"You know what's the best part about sucking one of these? You don't have to stop and worry about the man cumming too soon. There's no need to spit it out and tease."
As if that would be of any use with her hands cuffed. The only thing that was surely to bother Christina at this rate was not being able to fondle her own breasts. That nearly drove her mad when she sucked cock days ago. Taking her time, she slowly bobbed her head up and down, sucking every inch that was between her lips. Bianca stood there and observed the action. She noticed that Christina kept her eyes locked on her, not wandering to look at Brent.
"Let's see how well you've been trained. I want to see how far you can go down on it."
Prompted by the new order, Christina came to a halt. The red cock was still in her mouth as she began to slowly push it past the back of her mouth and into her throat. This was a moment she was dreading, since she knew it would no doubt water up her eyes and make her gag. As she pushed it further down, she closed her eyes and then choked with seven inches of the dildo pushing down her throat. It was a valiant attempt, but Christina did not force it down to choke herself. As her eyes were shut, she could hear Brent exhaling a deep breath.
"Keep it there. I'm gonna help you now."
Hearing Bianca speak was enough for Christina to open her eyes. She still refused to gaze in Brent's direction as she felt Bianca's right hand reach behind her head. Her long, orange hair was not in a ponytail today. She felt the other woman's fingers twist, gripping at her hair, as she then began to push the remaining thick inches further down Christina's throat. Her neck pushed against the collar as the dildo made its way deeper into her throat.
"Look at me."
Brent cleared his throat after speaking. Once again, Bianca noticed that Christina did not seem to want to look in his direction. Maybe she was upset with him over something that occurred in the past few days, or perhaps it was something else. Bianca had trained other women before her. She was well aware of Brent's attitude toward his slaves and the trials he put them through. For the time being, Bianca focused on shoving the rest of the strap-on cock down Christina's throats. She did not gag initially but began choking when the entire length was properly inserted in her mouth.
"Now look at that. It went all the way down."
Bianca giggled after speaking. Christina kept her eyes open, hoping that they would not water up like last time. A blurry vision made it easier to look at Brent, but she did not want to struggle with her sight. Bianca began to buck her hips slowly, thrusting the strap-on cock further down Christina's throat.
"Just relax and breath. When you tense up, you make it harder on yourself. Just relax."
This was the same advice Brent had given her back on that first day. Christina listened to him over time, but now she felt better with the advice spoken by another woman. Her eyes had shifted away from Brent again as she looked up at Bianca as her rightful mistress. Bianca's fingers tightened around several locks of Christina's hair as she began to thrust the dildo cock in and out of her mouth.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-KAH!"
Brent watched intently as she was face fucked by the thick plastic cock. His eyes focused on the action as he studied every second of movement. Christina wondered if he was ever going to drop his robe and begin jacking off at this sight. There was no question that his cock had hardened to full length. Bianca went slow, watching as she closed her eyes. Christina was no longer panicking as she was determined to suck this entire length. As Bianca thrust, Christina pushed her lips down further, proving that she could suck the dildo on her own.
"That's very good, Christina. It's okay to gag around the dick as long as it helps you take it deeper."
Bianca stopped thrusting, allowing Christina to take charge and move her head up and down. She pulled at her wrists from within the cuffs, desperate to be free to touch herself. A burning sensation could be felt between her legs, as Christina was now in the heat of her lust. If only she could finger herself or massage her own tits. She opened her eyes and gazed up at Bianca, who stroked her hair with one finger.
"Don't look at me, Christina. Look at your master."
She stopped bobbing her lips, keeping the dildo down her throat. Bianca then took over, bucking her hips to thrust that strap-on cock down Christina's throat.
"You need to learn to associate your partner's pleasure with your own. You should get off on them enjoying your body and talents. You should take pride in your skills and abilities when you use them."
Brent nodded at Bianca's speech. Christina kept her eyes focused on his face as she accepted the advice. Bianca stopped thrusting, just to see if Christina would suck on her own. She did not disappoint her master or mistress as she began to furiously bob her head up and down, slobbering and gagging herself on the length. Even through teary eyes she pushed on to fuck her own throat for her masters.
"Listen to that. The sweet sounds of a whore who loves to suck dick."
Bianca grinned after uttering her words. Christina had to wonder just how wet the other woman was from this act. She could smell Bianca's arousal, somehow that spurred her on. She extracted the strap-on cock from her mouth, leaving only the head between her lips. Brent witnessed her shove the entire length of the red cock back down her throat. Christina gagged loudly, with excess saliva leaking from the left corner of her mouth. She felt the warm drool land on her tits, reminding her that she could not move her hands to play with her own tits. Pulling herself back, Christina finally extracted the plastic cock from her mouth with an audible gasp. Long strings of saliva dangled back to the shiny, translucent red toy and back to her mouth. Bianca removed her hands from her head, now done with her part. Brent grinned as he finally dropped his robe to the floor and revealed his hard cock at full mast. Before he had a chance to say anything, Christina looked him directly in the eye and spoke.
"Fuck my mouth, master."
Brent stepped closer to Christina while Bianca giggled at her remark. His right hand clutched his cock, ready to feed it to her.
"What did you say to me, whore?"
Closing her mouth for a moment, Christina swallowed her breath and focused her gaze on his face. The words she was about to speak were certainly the most filthy language she had in store for him. Unable to take it anymore, Christina was more than eager to gag on a real cock.
"I want you to fuck my mouth, master. Skullfuck me like the nasty whore I am."
His eyebrows quirked up. That was a sign to her that she had at least surprised him with her language. Whether it was calling herself a nasty whore or the use of the word 'skullfuck', Christina was happy to play along. He lowered his left hand down to her head, quickly snatching several locks of hair into a tight grip.
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."
With a grunt, Brent slammed his cock into Christina's mouth. She closed her eyes but did not choke as she felt his length drive down the back of her throat. Gagging sounds could be heard throughout the room as he placed his other hand over her head and spread his legs out. He pulled her head down as hard as he could and grinded his fully engulfed cock in the hot tightness of her throat. Christina left her eyes closed, feeling his cock pound her throat with each full thrust. Brent gritted his teeth and grunted.
"You wanted this, so fucking TAKE IT!!"
Inch after inch of his hard cock pumped between her lips. Her breasts swayed, jiggling left and right with the movement of her head. After slobbering all over a plastic toy, Christina was grateful to have a real dick to suck right now. If only she could press her hands over her breasts, pinch her own nipples, and finger herself. To have her hands restricted like this had only driven her more wild.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-KAH!"
While Brent fucked Christina's mouth, Bianca had taken off the strap-on. She set it back down on the table before stripping the latex outfit from her body. She sat her plump ass down on the table and stretched her legs out to glance down at her wet pussy. The fetish model began to finger herself at the sight of Brent giving Christina the business. With each full thrust, his balls rubbed against her chin. After a few minutes, Christina's eyes finally watered, and streams of tears ran from the corners. She was impressed in her own abilities that she could withstand enough pressure until now that the tears flowed from her eyes. Christina opened her eyes and gazed up at Brent. She saw his face scrunching up as he made eye contact with her.
"I knew you could handle it if you tried. That's my Hollywood cocksucker!"
He began to thrust again, prompting Christina to shut her eyes once more. She tried to pull at her wrist cuffs, desperate to touch her own body, as he began to pound his cock down her throat again. Bianca gasped and exhaled deep moans of pleasure at this sight. Her middle finger was pushed beyond the pink folds of her cunt. Each time Brent made a hard thrust, Bianca tried to give herself a similar pleasure by aggressively wiggling her finger in her cunt. She adjusted herself on the table, sliding into the corner where she was facing Christina and watching her body rock from the backside view.
"KAH-GWAHK-KAH-GWAH!"
Streams of drool leaked from both corners of Christina's mouth, trailing down her neck and to her tits. Her pale pink capped tits were coated in rivulets of spit. If only she could grab her boobs and make use of the spittle that was falling on them. Christina could hear the soft cries of pleasure in her mistress' voice. It had not dawned on her what the other woman was doing in the room. At this point, it was only a matter of guessing who would reach their orgasm first: master or mistress. Christina was going to be desperate to pleasure herself with her own hand when she was locked back up. Brent grunted before snatching his cock out of her mouth. Christina opened her eyes wide upon feeling the absence of his thick, mighty shaft.
"Cum all over my face, please! Please, master!"
Her voice was nearly hoarse from all the sucking, but Christina was still able to speak. She watched his hand glide back and forth across his slobber soaked shaft in a blur before the first string of cum went flying in the air. Christina kept her eyes open to see the cum briefly before it splattered across her forehead. Bianca was the one closing her eyes as she wiggled her finger faster at the same time Brent was dropping his load onto Christina's face. Two wads of cum landed on her left cheek, dripping down to her tits. She blinked once but kept her eyes focused on her master. Christina opened her mouth wide, parting her tongue in an effort to catch some of the cum. What did not end up on her face went to her tits below. Out of breath and slightly fatigued, Brent stepped away from Christina as someone else began to cry.
"Ohhhhh, that was so fucking HOT!!"
Bianca screeched and yelled at the top of her lungs as a powerful stream of her juices flew into the air. She shook her left leg, the heel coming loose and falling to the floor with a thunderous slam. Her pussy had become a fountain, gushing and squirting her love nectar that rained down onto Christina's back and into her hair from behind. The actress moaned, not expecting this at all. If only Bianca had been standing close to Brent, they could have both given her an epic facial together. Her eyes never left Brent's face. Christina was reveling in her display of filth. She no longer cared about the handcuffs restricting her hands. For she knew that once she was locked up in her private cell later tonight, she would be furiously fingering herself.
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2 DAYS LATER
"We're almost ready. Just one more twist."
A new day but the same training room was Christina's destination for the day. Brent's voice echoed in the room as Christina sat on her knees. She did not look in his direction, instead focusing her gaze on a man who stood in front of her. Here she was, on her knees again, in the room where her throat training began. Brent told her she was ready for a true test. Bianca stood across from her, wearing bright red latex pants that matched a bustier with heavy cleavage. The mistress made her presence known with a striking outfit. Her job was to give guidance to Christina, just as she had done during their first meeting. Whatever advice she may have to offer would only be background noise to the actress. Christina was confident and determined in her abilities. More than anything, she was hungry for dick. If it was Brent's intention to stand around and witness her new skills as a cocksucker, then her partner would be in for a show to remember. Christina felt primed and ready, no longer intimidated by any size.
It no longer bothered her that her hands were to be restricted. As a small token of appreciation for her last performance, Brent chose something else instead of the handcuffs. Christina was positioned on her knees behind the same wooden post that she had been chained to on that first day. Only this time, her wrist cuffs were connected to chain links bolted into posts on the side. This raised her arms slightly but gave her access to push her hands down and grip something. That was enough to help Christina with the balancing issues she had from earlier experiences. Some great reward, she thought to herself. After all these sessions of getting throat-fucked, Christina felt a burning sensation between her legs. She needed to be fucked, more or less. There was only so much pleasure she could give herself with the touch of her hand.
Once more, she was unable to touch her breasts, but it did not bother her this time. She was confident that by the time she had the chance to tittyfuck a cock again, she was going to destroy a man. Christina felt as if she had learned more about herself in a single week in this place than in all those years of her past marriage. The single life had come to an end for her in a strange way. The collar locked around her neck carried more meaning than any fancy ring she could have been gifted. As she licked her lips, her big blue eyes gazed up at the man waiting for the order. The bald, tattooed man was absent today. Maybe it was Brent's choice to bring in another lucky guy or maybe this was standard protocol among the masters. Christina did not care. This man would be screaming his head off in delight at her newly developed oral skills in one way or another.
Blue robes covered the body of this tall black man. His name was meaningless to Christina, just as she did not care about the name of the first man she had sucked dry in this room. His head was nearly shaved, with a short line of hair. A mustache was visible above his upper lip, all while his big brown eyes were locked on her blue hues. Christina had never been with a black man before. If Brent fantasized about watching her take on a big black cock, his wish would soon come true. Christina was not going to let the collar and cuffs stop her from taking control. The lust she felt could not be contained. No matter how big this man's dick was, she was going to destroy it. The black man dropped his robe from his shoulders, freeing his massive erect cock right in front of Christina. He stood there with one hand wrapped around his pole, stroking it slowly as if he were taunting her. She watched as he pumped his cock from base to bulbous blackened purple tip. From an early guess, Christina could see his cock was longer than Bianca's strap-on dildo she had previously sucked. That would not matter to her. The bigger, the better.
"Alright, I think that's good."
Brent spoke after locking Christina's collar into the wooden post. The movement of her neck was restricted again, but that did not bother her. Christina refused to be intimidated by the size of this man's cock or any other limitations. She licked her lips, sitting in silence as she could feel a strange cold breeze across her pale, naked body. Her long, red hair was pinned in a ponytail to keep any strands of hair from accidentally moving into her line of sight. Brent cleared his throat before speaking.
"Are you ready, whore?"
"Yes master."
No hesitation was audible in her voice whatsoever. Christina was in another zone, locked in and ready for this. Brent gave the nod at the man, signaling that it was finally time to begin. He stepped forward as Christina opened her mouth wide, waiting for his dark pole. When the head pushed against her tongue, she immediately enveloped her lips around the head and closed her eyes. His fingers slid behind her head gripping the ponytail in one hand into a few locks of her hair, forming a tight grip. That feeling was not enough to break her concentration as she sucked his long dick. A grunt was heard as he then began to buck his hips hard, slamming his big black cock down her throat. Her head pushed back into the post keeping her mouth right where the man wanted. She did not choke or gag upon feeling the crown of his shaft rubbing at the back of her throat. Christina kept her eyes shut while feeling his balls rub against her chin and strands of pubic hair. He let her flex her throat muscles around his enveloped cock for nearly 30 seconds, staring down at her red lips ringing the base of his cock. The man grunted and groaned before pulling back. If this was a sign of things to come, she was prepared for a rough skullfucking.
Another grunt was heard as the man withdrew most of his cock before slamming it back down her throat. The chains on the post rattled with the force of his thrust.Christina started to gag, but did not choke. She guessed that the man was slowly finding a rhythm to fuck her mouth, still confident she could handle his best effort. Brent crossed his arms over his chest as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Bianca. Their eyes never glanced away from the action. The sounds of Christina gagging filled the room between grunts and moans from the man. When she opened her eyes, Christina hoped that she could taunt the man with her eyes alone as if daring him to give her everything he's got. She looked up at him, sucking inch after inch of his cock that was shoved between her lips. Over and over, she sucked inch after inch with ease. The man grunted and pushed his entire length down her throat again. Christina closed her eyes, gagging loudly as she pressed her palms against the wooden posts. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as he pressed hard into her throat completely and stayed there.
Brent noticed that she did not panic this time. Christina breathed out of her nose, blowing air through the man's pubic hair. Thick ropes of spit were pulled up from her throat when he pulled his shaft back. She reopened her eyes. The man slammed his cock to the back of her throat again, making her gag louder. So far, so good, Christina was not choking on his length. She took every inch and sucked vigorously. Growling grunts were heard as the man gritted his teeth. It became clear in the passing seconds that this was not a challenge for the cocksucking slave. The man was struggling with Christina, who seemed to be on a mission to make him cum with her mouth. Brent was impressed. His eyebrows quirked as the man began to buck his hips hard, giving in to the temptation to skullfuck her. Christina was ready for it, despite her collar being locked into the wooden post.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAK!"
Slobbering and sucking noises echoed from the floor as spit leaked from the left corner of her mouth. The chains attached to her wrists dangled and clanked loudly against the wooden posts. Over and over, the man thrust his cock between her lips. Christina not only took it; she was sucking as if she were in control. Brent's lips slowly curled into a smile with each gagging sound he heard. He was more than impressed by her efforts. By the rate of her sucking, she was surely going to make this man cum before he was ready. Brent leaned down and quickly began to loosen the lock of her collar in the post. He had seen enough. The time had come for Christina to take charge.
"Show us what you've learned. Take it all the way down, with no help."
Her eyes opened wide at the feeling of the collar ring loosening in the post. She did not need her hands to do this. All she needed was to be able to properly move her neck. Christina took charge, bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace. The man took deep breaths and began panting. With her hands dangling from the other wooden posts, Christina gripped them to help balance herself. The man removed his hands from her head, allowing her to devour his shaft the way she desired. Brent and Bianca's eyes widened as they smiled at this sight. The man was groaning uncontrollably. His voice elevated, but Christina refused to stop sucking. She no longer cared if this man wanted to blow his load on her face. She needed to taste his cum. She needed to swallow a hot load in front of her master and mistress. With a grunt, the man's face scrunched up.
"Oh, god!!"
The tone of his voice and loudness told Christina that he was close to blowing his load. She pushed his cock all the way back down her throat, finally choking herself with the length as her lips burrowed into his pubic hair.
"God DAMN!!"
He gritted his teeth and snarled as his cock erupted down her throat. At long last, Christina had a truly great reward for her efforts. The man wailed uncontrollably as she milked spurt after spurt of cum from his cock nearly straight down her throat. His screams echoed throughout the room, no doubt catching the attention of both Brent and Bianca. Christina continued to suck while swallowing every drop of cum she tasted. After grunting again, the man finally snatched his depleted cock from her mouth. Saliva strings and one thick rope of cum dripped from her lower lip. Christina gritted her teeth and exhaled as she kept her gaze focused on the man. No chains could hold back her lust anymore. She had learned to find ways to unleash her desires. The more cocks she sucked, the more Christina felt the urge to fuck. A sinister grin ran across Brent's lips, as he had seen enough to judge that she had passed the first trial of her training.
"Now look at that. It went all the way down."
Bianca giggled after speaking. Christina kept her eyes open, hoping that they would not water up like last time. A blurry vision made it easier to look at Brent, but she did not want to struggle with her sight. Bianca began to buck her hips slowly, thrusting the strap-on cock further down Christina's throat.
"Just relax and breath. When you tense up, you make it harder on yourself. Just relax."
This was the same advice Brent had given her back on that first day. Christina listened to him over time, but now she felt better with the advice spoken by another woman. Her eyes had shifted away from Brent again as she looked up at Bianca as her rightful mistress. Bianca's fingers tightened around several locks of Christina's hair as she began to thrust the dildo cock in and out of her mouth.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-KAH!"
Brent watched intently as she was face fucked by the thick plastic cock. His eyes focused on the action as he studied every second of movement. Christina wondered if he was ever going to drop his robe and begin jacking off at this sight. There was no question that his cock had hardened to full length. Bianca went slow, watching as she closed her eyes. Christina was no longer panicking as she was determined to suck this entire length. As Bianca thrust, Christina pushed her lips down further, proving that she could suck the dildo on her own.
"That's very good, Christina. It's okay to gag around the dick as long as it helps you take it deeper."
Bianca stopped thrusting, allowing Christina to take charge and move her head up and down. She pulled at her wrists from within the cuffs, desperate to be free to touch herself. A burning sensation could be felt between her legs, as Christina was now in the heat of her lust. If only she could finger herself or massage her own tits. She opened her eyes and gazed up at Bianca, who stroked her hair with one finger.
"Don't look at me, Christina. Look at your master."
She stopped bobbing her lips, keeping the dildo down her throat. Bianca then took over, bucking her hips to thrust that strap-on cock down Christina's throat.
"You need to learn to associate your partner's pleasure with your own. You should get off on them enjoying your body and talents. You should take pride in your skills and abilities when you use them."
Brent nodded at Bianca's speech. Christina kept her eyes focused on his face as she accepted the advice. Bianca stopped thrusting, just to see if Christina would suck on her own. She did not disappoint her master or mistress as she began to furiously bob her head up and down, slobbering and gagging herself on the length. Even through teary eyes she pushed on to fuck her own throat for her masters.
"Listen to that. The sweet sounds of a whore who loves to suck dick."
Bianca grinned after uttering her words. Christina had to wonder just how wet the other woman was from this act. She could smell Bianca's arousal, somehow that spurred her on. She extracted the strap-on cock from her mouth, leaving only the head between her lips. Brent witnessed her shove the entire length of the red cock back down her throat. Christina gagged loudly, with excess saliva leaking from the left corner of her mouth. She felt the warm drool land on her tits, reminding her that she could not move her hands to play with her own tits. Pulling herself back, Christina finally extracted the plastic cock from her mouth with an audible gasp. Long strings of saliva dangled back to the shiny, translucent red toy and back to her mouth. Bianca removed her hands from her head, now done with her part. Brent grinned as he finally dropped his robe to the floor and revealed his hard cock at full mast. Before he had a chance to say anything, Christina looked him directly in the eye and spoke.
"Fuck my mouth, master."
Brent stepped closer to Christina while Bianca giggled at her remark. His right hand clutched his cock, ready to feed it to her.
"What did you say to me, whore?"
Closing her mouth for a moment, Christina swallowed her breath and focused her gaze on his face. The words she was about to speak were certainly the most filthy language she had in store for him. Unable to take it anymore, Christina was more than eager to gag on a real cock.
"I want you to fuck my mouth, master. Skullfuck me like the nasty whore I am."
His eyebrows quirked up. That was a sign to her that she had at least surprised him with her language. Whether it was calling herself a nasty whore or the use of the word 'skullfuck', Christina was happy to play along. He lowered his left hand down to her head, quickly snatching several locks of hair into a tight grip.
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."
With a grunt, Brent slammed his cock into Christina's mouth. She closed her eyes but did not choke as she felt his length drive down the back of her throat. Gagging sounds could be heard throughout the room as he placed his other hand over her head and spread his legs out. He pulled her head down as hard as he could and grinded his fully engulfed cock in the hot tightness of her throat. Christina left her eyes closed, feeling his cock pound her throat with each full thrust. Brent gritted his teeth and grunted.
"You wanted this, so fucking TAKE IT!!"
Inch after inch of his hard cock pumped between her lips. Her breasts swayed, jiggling left and right with the movement of her head. After slobbering all over a plastic toy, Christina was grateful to have a real dick to suck right now. If only she could press her hands over her breasts, pinch her own nipples, and finger herself. To have her hands restricted like this had only driven her more wild.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-KAH!"
While Brent fucked Christina's mouth, Bianca had taken off the strap-on. She set it back down on the table before stripping the latex outfit from her body. She sat her plump ass down on the table and stretched her legs out to glance down at her wet pussy. The fetish model began to finger herself at the sight of Brent giving Christina the business. With each full thrust, his balls rubbed against her chin. After a few minutes, Christina's eyes finally watered, and streams of tears ran from the corners. She was impressed in her own abilities that she could withstand enough pressure until now that the tears flowed from her eyes. Christina opened her eyes and gazed up at Brent. She saw his face scrunching up as he made eye contact with her.
"I knew you could handle it if you tried. That's my Hollywood cocksucker!"
He began to thrust again, prompting Christina to shut her eyes once more. She tried to pull at her wrist cuffs, desperate to touch her own body, as he began to pound his cock down her throat again. Bianca gasped and exhaled deep moans of pleasure at this sight. Her middle finger was pushed beyond the pink folds of her cunt. Each time Brent made a hard thrust, Bianca tried to give herself a similar pleasure by aggressively wiggling her finger in her cunt. She adjusted herself on the table, sliding into the corner where she was facing Christina and watching her body rock from the backside view.
"KAH-GWAHK-KAH-GWAH!"
Streams of drool leaked from both corners of Christina's mouth, trailing down her neck and to her tits. Her pale pink capped tits were coated in rivulets of spit. If only she could grab her boobs and make use of the spittle that was falling on them. Christina could hear the soft cries of pleasure in her mistress' voice. It had not dawned on her what the other woman was doing in the room. At this point, it was only a matter of guessing who would reach their orgasm first: master or mistress. Christina was going to be desperate to pleasure herself with her own hand when she was locked back up. Brent grunted before snatching his cock out of her mouth. Christina opened her eyes wide upon feeling the absence of his thick, mighty shaft.
"Cum all over my face, please! Please, master!"
Her voice was nearly hoarse from all the sucking, but Christina was still able to speak. She watched his hand glide back and forth across his slobber soaked shaft in a blur before the first string of cum went flying in the air. Christina kept her eyes open to see the cum briefly before it splattered across her forehead. Bianca was the one closing her eyes as she wiggled her finger faster at the same time Brent was dropping his load onto Christina's face. Two wads of cum landed on her left cheek, dripping down to her tits. She blinked once but kept her eyes focused on her master. Christina opened her mouth wide, parting her tongue in an effort to catch some of the cum. What did not end up on her face went to her tits below. Out of breath and slightly fatigued, Brent stepped away from Christina as someone else began to cry.
"Ohhhhh, that was so fucking HOT!!"
Bianca screeched and yelled at the top of her lungs as a powerful stream of her juices flew into the air. She shook her left leg, the heel coming loose and falling to the floor with a thunderous slam. Her pussy had become a fountain, gushing and squirting her love nectar that rained down onto Christina's back and into her hair from behind. The actress moaned, not expecting this at all. If only Bianca had been standing close to Brent, they could have both given her an epic facial together. Her eyes never left Brent's face. Christina was reveling in her display of filth. She no longer cared about the handcuffs restricting her hands. For she knew that once she was locked up in her private cell later tonight, she would be furiously fingering herself.
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2 DAYS LATER
"We're almost ready. Just one more twist."
A new day but the same training room was Christina's destination for the day. Brent's voice echoed in the room as Christina sat on her knees. She did not look in his direction, instead focusing her gaze on a man who stood in front of her. Here she was, on her knees again, in the room where her throat training began. Brent told her she was ready for a true test. Bianca stood across from her, wearing bright red latex pants that matched a bustier with heavy cleavage. The mistress made her presence known with a striking outfit. Her job was to give guidance to Christina, just as she had done during their first meeting. Whatever advice she may have to offer would only be background noise to the actress. Christina was confident and determined in her abilities. More than anything, she was hungry for dick. If it was Brent's intention to stand around and witness her new skills as a cocksucker, then her partner would be in for a show to remember. Christina felt primed and ready, no longer intimidated by any size.
It no longer bothered her that her hands were to be restricted. As a small token of appreciation for her last performance, Brent chose something else instead of the handcuffs. Christina was positioned on her knees behind the same wooden post that she had been chained to on that first day. Only this time, her wrist cuffs were connected to chain links bolted into posts on the side. This raised her arms slightly but gave her access to push her hands down and grip something. That was enough to help Christina with the balancing issues she had from earlier experiences. Some great reward, she thought to herself. After all these sessions of getting throat-fucked, Christina felt a burning sensation between her legs. She needed to be fucked, more or less. There was only so much pleasure she could give herself with the touch of her hand.
Once more, she was unable to touch her breasts, but it did not bother her this time. She was confident that by the time she had the chance to tittyfuck a cock again, she was going to destroy a man. Christina felt as if she had learned more about herself in a single week in this place than in all those years of her past marriage. The single life had come to an end for her in a strange way. The collar locked around her neck carried more meaning than any fancy ring she could have been gifted. As she licked her lips, her big blue eyes gazed up at the man waiting for the order. The bald, tattooed man was absent today. Maybe it was Brent's choice to bring in another lucky guy or maybe this was standard protocol among the masters. Christina did not care. This man would be screaming his head off in delight at her newly developed oral skills in one way or another.
Blue robes covered the body of this tall black man. His name was meaningless to Christina, just as she did not care about the name of the first man she had sucked dry in this room. His head was nearly shaved, with a short line of hair. A mustache was visible above his upper lip, all while his big brown eyes were locked on her blue hues. Christina had never been with a black man before. If Brent fantasized about watching her take on a big black cock, his wish would soon come true. Christina was not going to let the collar and cuffs stop her from taking control. The lust she felt could not be contained. No matter how big this man's dick was, she was going to destroy it. The black man dropped his robe from his shoulders, freeing his massive erect cock right in front of Christina. He stood there with one hand wrapped around his pole, stroking it slowly as if he were taunting her. She watched as he pumped his cock from base to bulbous blackened purple tip. From an early guess, Christina could see his cock was longer than Bianca's strap-on dildo she had previously sucked. That would not matter to her. The bigger, the better.
"Alright, I think that's good."
Brent spoke after locking Christina's collar into the wooden post. The movement of her neck was restricted again, but that did not bother her. Christina refused to be intimidated by the size of this man's cock or any other limitations. She licked her lips, sitting in silence as she could feel a strange cold breeze across her pale, naked body. Her long, red hair was pinned in a ponytail to keep any strands of hair from accidentally moving into her line of sight. Brent cleared his throat before speaking.
"Are you ready, whore?"
"Yes master."
No hesitation was audible in her voice whatsoever. Christina was in another zone, locked in and ready for this. Brent gave the nod at the man, signaling that it was finally time to begin. He stepped forward as Christina opened her mouth wide, waiting for his dark pole. When the head pushed against her tongue, she immediately enveloped her lips around the head and closed her eyes. His fingers slid behind her head gripping the ponytail in one hand into a few locks of her hair, forming a tight grip. That feeling was not enough to break her concentration as she sucked his long dick. A grunt was heard as he then began to buck his hips hard, slamming his big black cock down her throat. Her head pushed back into the post keeping her mouth right where the man wanted. She did not choke or gag upon feeling the crown of his shaft rubbing at the back of her throat. Christina kept her eyes shut while feeling his balls rub against her chin and strands of pubic hair. He let her flex her throat muscles around his enveloped cock for nearly 30 seconds, staring down at her red lips ringing the base of his cock. The man grunted and groaned before pulling back. If this was a sign of things to come, she was prepared for a rough skullfucking.
Another grunt was heard as the man withdrew most of his cock before slamming it back down her throat. The chains on the post rattled with the force of his thrust.Christina started to gag, but did not choke. She guessed that the man was slowly finding a rhythm to fuck her mouth, still confident she could handle his best effort. Brent crossed his arms over his chest as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Bianca. Their eyes never glanced away from the action. The sounds of Christina gagging filled the room between grunts and moans from the man. When she opened her eyes, Christina hoped that she could taunt the man with her eyes alone as if daring him to give her everything he's got. She looked up at him, sucking inch after inch of his cock that was shoved between her lips. Over and over, she sucked inch after inch with ease. The man grunted and pushed his entire length down her throat again. Christina closed her eyes, gagging loudly as she pressed her palms against the wooden posts. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as he pressed hard into her throat completely and stayed there.
Brent noticed that she did not panic this time. Christina breathed out of her nose, blowing air through the man's pubic hair. Thick ropes of spit were pulled up from her throat when he pulled his shaft back. She reopened her eyes. The man slammed his cock to the back of her throat again, making her gag louder. So far, so good, Christina was not choking on his length. She took every inch and sucked vigorously. Growling grunts were heard as the man gritted his teeth. It became clear in the passing seconds that this was not a challenge for the cocksucking slave. The man was struggling with Christina, who seemed to be on a mission to make him cum with her mouth. Brent was impressed. His eyebrows quirked as the man began to buck his hips hard, giving in to the temptation to skullfuck her. Christina was ready for it, despite her collar being locked into the wooden post.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAK!"
Slobbering and sucking noises echoed from the floor as spit leaked from the left corner of her mouth. The chains attached to her wrists dangled and clanked loudly against the wooden posts. Over and over, the man thrust his cock between her lips. Christina not only took it; she was sucking as if she were in control. Brent's lips slowly curled into a smile with each gagging sound he heard. He was more than impressed by her efforts. By the rate of her sucking, she was surely going to make this man cum before he was ready. Brent leaned down and quickly began to loosen the lock of her collar in the post. He had seen enough. The time had come for Christina to take charge.
"Show us what you've learned. Take it all the way down, with no help."
Her eyes opened wide at the feeling of the collar ring loosening in the post. She did not need her hands to do this. All she needed was to be able to properly move her neck. Christina took charge, bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace. The man took deep breaths and began panting. With her hands dangling from the other wooden posts, Christina gripped them to help balance herself. The man removed his hands from her head, allowing her to devour his shaft the way she desired. Brent and Bianca's eyes widened as they smiled at this sight. The man was groaning uncontrollably. His voice elevated, but Christina refused to stop sucking. She no longer cared if this man wanted to blow his load on her face. She needed to taste his cum. She needed to swallow a hot load in front of her master and mistress. With a grunt, the man's face scrunched up.
"Oh, god!!"
The tone of his voice and loudness told Christina that he was close to blowing his load. She pushed his cock all the way back down her throat, finally choking herself with the length as her lips burrowed into his pubic hair.
"God DAMN!!"
He gritted his teeth and snarled as his cock erupted down her throat. At long last, Christina had a truly great reward for her efforts. The man wailed uncontrollably as she milked spurt after spurt of cum from his cock nearly straight down her throat. His screams echoed throughout the room, no doubt catching the attention of both Brent and Bianca. Christina continued to suck while swallowing every drop of cum she tasted. After grunting again, the man finally snatched his depleted cock from her mouth. Saliva strings and one thick rope of cum dripped from her lower lip. Christina gritted her teeth and exhaled as she kept her gaze focused on the man. No chains could hold back her lust anymore. She had learned to find ways to unleash her desires. The more cocks she sucked, the more Christina felt the urge to fuck. A sinister grin ran across Brent's lips, as he had seen enough to judge that she had passed the first trial of her training.
TO BE CONTINUED
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I don't know how you do it. Each chapter gets better than the last one.
Emily down in the dungeon was a pleasant surprise. Will more celebs be showing up alongside Christina now?
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Just here to tell you more, more, more. Keep it coming lol
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I don't know how you do it. Each chapter gets better than the last one.
Emily down in the dungeon was a pleasant surprise. Will more celebs be showing up alongside Christina now?
I don't want to spoil any surprises, but there are some more special guests waiting in cells. ;)
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I read this several months ago and meant to leave a comment.
I love Bianca and have been turned on to her more so in the past year.
I can totally imagine her in this situation lol. Christina has a new role model. Forget Toby, she has Brent and Bianca to show her the way of being a true fuck machine.
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 7
Starring: Christina Hendricks, Bianca Beauchamp, Emily Deyt-Aysage
Themes: Slave Training, BDSM, Mystery/Suspense
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his.
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Stomping sounds echoed down the hall, beyond the barred metal doors that had been locked shut over an hour ago. Anyone who may have been walking through the long corridors would have heard the faint noises of heels stomping loudly across the grey, concrete floor. One would have to be up close to the steel doors to hear the other sounds occurring in the training room. Chuckles in hushed tones and the sound of a man grunting were audible, echoing from beyond. Bianca Beauchamp stood proudly with a smug grin across her puffy pink lips. The fluorescent tube lights shining down from the ceiling created glares across the curves of her black latex outfit. Her vivid red locks of hair appeared brighter due to the light. She stood tall in her black high heeled boots. Her black corset and skirt were the final pieces of her mistress outfit.
Latex outfits were reserved for only one resident of the Miracle Light Inn. Bianca had long risen to her rank of mistress several years prior to meeting Christina Hendricks. She had endured many a night in these same cells and was subjected to training regimes Christina was soon to be subjected to. As she planted her left hand on her hip, she clutched a black riding crop in her other hand. The corset was complete with a row of buttons from the middle with the top button undone; it allowed her enhanced G-cup breasts to spill out. They may not have been real in comparison to Christina's massive rack, but that was of no concern to Bianca. She found it amusing how similar they were as women, despite the differences in their careers. The one thing they had in common besides the pride in their bodies all had to do with this room. Christina was continuing her slave training, just as Bianca had been put through the same trials several years ago.
Another grunt from a male voice was heard. Brent's face was scrunched up as he stood on the opposite end of a table. Bianca licked her lips as she gazed down at Christina's exposed, wet cunt. The busty actress was unable to pleasure herself thanks to the restraints her hands were currently in. Christina was laying across a table, padded with a black leather surface. Her legs were locked in stirrups on one side and her arms also locked in a similar device. With her arms and legs spread out, Christina's head dangled upside down from the edge of the table. The collar was still locked around her neck where it belonged but with it's chain removed. Her long orange hair flowed down with slight curls. No makeup covered her face, unless someone wanted to count the strands of drool that hung from her face. Her master Brent stood in front of her, still grunting as his cock was lodged down the back of her throat. With her eyes closed, Christina sucked vigorously as Brent throat fucked her in this position.
The thought of her past had been forgotten in the following days of sexual training. Christina relished in this new lifestyle, playing into her own lustful fantasies. She was trained in the art of sucking cock, all for the pleasure of Brent and any other master he brought with him. He would never admit it, but Christina knew that he had feelings for her. Even if those emotions were purely about treating her as his new slave. Christina was not just working to impress Brent. She could hear the soft moans that Bianca also made as she stood close by. Occasionally, Bianca would stomp around in her heels. That made Christina believe that the mistress was trying to mute her own cries of pleasure. This situation had to be giving Bianca her own lustful cravings. Whatever it was, Christina was unbothered that she could not touch her pussy. She had learned how to push Brent over the edge, all by concentrating with her lips and tongue, rather than using any other part of her body.
"God! Damn it!!"
Bianca began to giggle at Brent's words delivered between groans. She flashed her teeth, giving him a sinister smile. He did not see it since his line of sight was focused on Christina's throat. Every time he pushed his cock down her throat, Brent could see the movement of muscles in her neck. Christina had proved that she could suck not only the entire length of his shaft, but also his heavy balls. They rubbed against her nose due to the position with her head hanging from the edge. Bianca stomped her way around the table, just in time to watch Brent shove his balls into Christina's mouth.
"Oh my god, you didn't."
Loud giggling was heard after a faint gasp from Bianca's voice. She could not believe Brent pushed his balls into Christina's mouth. Her cheeks became enlarged due to this. The longer Bianca gazed down at that sight, she began to lick her lips. She raised her other hand to pat the riding crop against her palm.
"Ohhhhh, yes! Oh, yes I fucking did!"
A delayed response from Brent was more than enough to make Bianca shake her head. They were both listening to the slobbering and gagging noises made by Christina's mouth. Despite having his cock and both balls stuffed between her lips, she did not choke. This was yet another display of Christina mastering her skills at deepthroat. Brent had joked last night that he could bring in a porn star to compare to Christina. That would not matter, since the actress had been professionally trained in the past week. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, a sign of relief was heard. Christina kept her eyes shut as saliva dripped from her upper lip, flowing down both sides of her nose and to her forehead. Brent made sure to grip his wet, sticky balls and rub them against her forehead. He dried his right hand by rummaging his fingers through her hair.
"Well, that was something. I think you're having a little too much fun today, sugar."
Brent ignored Bianca's words as he moved his right hand across the edge of the table. A black knob controlled the elevation by turning up and down. With a few twists, he slightly lowered the table. This was good enough for him to spread his legs and slide his slobbery, wet shaft between Christina's giant tits. Bianca gasped at this sight. If Christina had raised her head, her eyes would have seen his buttocks directly above her. She felt his sweaty hands press her breasts together, trapping his cock between them. Christina gritted her teeth and inhaled loudly as she opened her eyes. A strand of drool dangled from her forehead before finally breaking off and falling to the floor below.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah..."
Her voice was low and hoarse. Christina's throat ached from all the deepthroat training she had endured. It felt like a lifetime ago since she last had a cock stuffed between her busty tits. Not since before she had a collar locked across her neck. Now she was experiencing that wonderful pleasure from an odd angle. Brent was the first man to fuck her tits like this, completely upside down. Christina licked her lips as she felt that hard, thick cock driving between her tits. Unable to move her legs or hands, Christina balled her fingers into fists and shook them around. That was enough to make Bianca laugh at her struggling.
"Oh, poor you. You wish you could touch yourself right now, don't you?"
Christina whimpered to the mistress taunting her. Bianca wrapped her fingers around the riding crop and began to slide her hand up and down. She waited until Brent looked her way and then she smirked. The sweat dripped down his face as he continued to buck his hips, driving his cock back and forth between those perfect tits. Christina opened her eyes to view the room upside down. She focused on the metal bars ahead of her, studying the shadows as she whimpered and cried in pleasure.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh god. Fuck my tits, master! Keep fucking them!!"
Gritting her teeth again, she snarled and growled her moans. The one thing driving Christina insane was being unable to watch his cock move between her tits. She could feel every inch of it, as well as hearing the squishing sounds made by her pale skin and his wet cock. Brent was in heaven. He was grinning wide, flashing his teeth at Bianca as put Christina Hendricks' famous rack to work yet again. This was better than the first time he fucked her tits, all due to current situation. It was more than having a collar locked around her neck. Brent had a new slave to train, one he had hoped to get from the first night he met her. Christina continued to moan. Her voice grew louder with each cry she made.
"Yes! Yessssss!! Fuck my tits, master! Fuck those tits like you own them and give me your cum!"
Unable to control her urges, Christina gritted her teeth again. She could feel every inch of Brent's hard cock still pumping back and forth between her breasts. Her pussy was on fire and yet she could not touch herself. What good was a mistress if Bianca was not going to help her? The least that other woman could do was finger her. How could she stand there and look at her pussy but not touch it? At that moment, Christina could not control herself any longer. She screamed at Brent, beginning a verbal speech of filth.
"I'm your whore! I'm your filthy, big titty whore!! And I want to be covered in your fucking cum! Give it to me! Cum all over my fucking face!!"
She knew he had to be close to reaching that point of no return. True to her senses, Brent stopped thrusting and moved his hands off her tits. He withdrew his cock by slowly pulling it up and watching the tip rise from the valley between her mountains. For a brief moment he hovered directly above Christina until taking a few steps back. Her head was still hanging upside down, giving her an inverted view of his cock directly in front of her face.
"Give me that cum! Give me all of it!!"
Brent snarled as he gazed down at Christina's face. His right hand was stroking his cock at a slow pace as if he did not have a care in the world how desperate she wanted his cum. To answer her demands, he spit directly in her face. Two strands of saliva landed on her right cheek. Christina blinked her eyes in shock. Bianca stomped her heels to join Brent around his left side. The mistress had no intention of missing this moment as his face scrunched up again. Brent grumbled as his cock erupted within the grasp of his hand. Christina closed her eyes just in time to avoid a thick wad of cum that splattered into her right eyelid.
"Take this cum! Take it, you fucking whore!!"
Christina opened her mouth and revealed her tongue. His cum pelted her messy face with a thick wad over her forehead dripping into her hair. She could hear Bianca moaning as she continued to observe.
"Oh yeah! Give her every last drop! She is a nasty whore that wants it!"
As if Brent needed any further encouragement, he found himself blushing at Bianca's words. She always had a way of cheering him on that would make him nearly drop his guard. The final wad of his cum missed Christina's face entirely and landed on her neck, coating her with a pearl necklace. Brent exhaled deeply as he watched her eyes blink. Bianca finally dropped the riding crop to the floor as she stepped closer to the table. Christina sighed in relief when she felt the locked restraint across her right wrist come undone. Bianca knew to unlock all restraints and free her while the cum and spit dripped from her face. Brent stepped aside from Christina without uttering a single word. He was done playing with her for now.
"Look at you. You're wrecked."
Bianca stated the obvious, completing her words with a smug laugh. Christina waited until her legs were free from the stirrups and finally leaned her head up. She pressed her hands into the padded surface to sit herself up and let out a sigh. The warm cum and spit dripped down her face. After exhaling a deep breath, Christina gazed back at her mistress.
"You looked like you were having a lot of fun."
"I was."
Christina replied in a snarky tone as she ran left hand fingers across her face collecting some of the cum. She could feel Bianca's cold gaze focused on her messy face. Brent was somewhere in the room, though she could not see him from the corners of her eyes. It did not matter to her anyway. Christina knew that after this session she would be getting a shower and a trip back to her cell for the night.
"You better be prepared for tomorrow. You've sucked enough cocks by now to prove yourself worthy of the next series of tests."
As Bianca spoke, Christina closed her eyes and sighed a breath of relief. She knew that her training was about to enter a new phase. Brent had told her that much before this session began. He made one subtle hint to what awaited her by mentioning her ass. She had come this far learning new ways to use her mouth. The next trials that awaited her had Christina considering the new possibilities of using her body for pleasure. Throughout these trials she had lost track of time. How many days had passed since she first entered the dungeon were lost on her. The only thing she focused on was her own lustful feelings. Christina was confident in her own abilities that soon enough, she would rise to some higher position from the slave training. The latex outfits and commanding presence Bianca presented had given her a new goal. Some day, she was going to own the title of mistress after succeeding as Brent's slave.
The door was heard opening behind her. Christina remained sitting on the table as her master quietly left. Now she was all alone with her mistress. At least she had experienced the pleasure of a tittyfuck despite the fact it was not in a traditional position. Christina felt somewhat relieved since so much time had passed since the last time she had a cock lodged between her breasts. Bianca curled her puffy lips into a mischievous grin as she focused her eyes on the busty actress. Now that they were alone, Bianca had several dirty tricks in mind to show her slave. The first order of business was to quietly guide Christina from the table and across the room. A small table sat untouched from the far left side of the room. Christina did not think twice, as her mistress guided her to bend over on the table. The cold, leather surface was felt against her stomach.
"Make yourself comfortable, dear."
With the stool pressed against her stomach, Christina's giant natural breasts hung from the front. They were in clear view, ready to wobble and shake if she were to be fucked in this position.
"Are you going to handcuff me in this position?"
That question made Bianca laugh. The mistress stepped behind her, stomping loudly as she replied.
"I wasn't going to. But since you asked, I think I will. You can still use your hands to pull your ass cheeks back, can't you?"
"Use my hands to do what?"
A sigh was heard from Bianca's voice before she brought her right hand down, spanking Christina's ass with authority. The smack and moan that followed after it echoed loudly in the room. Christina got the message and moved her hands to her ass cheeks. She immediately pulled them apart, revealing her dark little hole to her mistress.
"Oh, look. You actually do listen when someone spanks you hard enough. Do you have a problem with authority, Christiana?"
Bianca teased her in a low voice. She already knew the answer to that question, or at least how she assumed Christina would respond.
"No, mistress. I have no problem following orders. I am sorry."
"An apology, how sweet. Sometimes I think you want to impress more than you try for Master Brent."
Swallowing her breath, Christina was unsure how to answer back at that claim. She kept her hands pressed on her ass cheeks. She assumed that Bianca wanted to see her asshole fully exposed.
"How do you like my ass, mistress?"
"Mmmmmm, it's pretty. But I think it would look better with something shoved up it."
Now Christina knew what her mistress planned to do. She bit her lower lip, anticipating just what device she was going to use on her ass. To show that she wanted it, Christina slightly shook her ass. Bianca did not react to this as she slid the metal cuffs around Christina's wrists. The right one was locked first, then the left. The chains to her wrist cuffs were just long enough for Christina to maintain this position, still spreading her ass cheeks. Closing her eyes, Christina braced herself. She had no idea what Bianca planned, at least for now. A strap-on dildo was more likely, judging by her previous interactions with the mistress.
"I have a question for you, slave."
"Yes, mistress?"
"Pick a color? Do you want something black or red shoved in your ass?"
"It depends on what you're using. Is it a dildo?"
Bianca cleared her throat loudly. Silence fell for a few seconds, only to be interrupted by the sound of her palm striking Christina's bum hard.
"I'm the one calling the shots here. I get to ask the questions. You give the answers to those questions. So what will it be, slave? Red or black?"
"Make it black."
A slight chuckle was heard from Bianca. A few steps were heard in passing seconds, then Christina gasped as she felt something cold and solid poking into her ass hole.
"Just relax..."
The mistress spoke to her softly, still pushing the solid object into her ass. Christina moaned, following the advice. She knew better than to tense up in a moment like this. Whatever this device was, it did not entirely feel like a dildo, but she had to assume that's what it was.
"Are you about to fuck my ass, Mistress?"
"No, I'm just warming you up for a little session. Don't worry about your ass right now."
"Does that mean I can move my hands now?"
Once again, Bianca laughed at her words.
"If you want to move them, fine. It's not like you can move them far."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
That last remark did not amuse Bianca. Christina felt as if they were sharing a casual conversation together. It displayed her level of trust and comfort in the presence of her mistress. Bianca moved in front of Christina, casting a shadow across her. When those big blue eyes gazed up, she could barely see Bianca's face in the middle of those giant, enhanced F cup breasts from a distance. A sinister grin ran across the mistress' puffy lips.
"Have you ever eaten pussy before, slave?"
"Not exactly."
The smile quickly turned to a frown on Christina's face.
"Not exactly? The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just being honest. I've never eaten pussy, mistress."
"I think it's time to change that and who better than me to be your first."
Christina had to wonder if Bianca had picked up some kind of attraction between them. So far, they had a different kind of bond together as mistress and slave. Christina moved her eyes, gazing at the wet folds of Bianca's juicy cunt. The other woman had so casually removed her black thong quietly that Christina did not notice until now. Bianca was wet, ready for someone to give her pussy some much needed attention. A small line of dark hair was visible just above her clit, offering a hint of what her natural hair color may have been before the bright red hue became a signature look. Bianca stepped closer, bringing her left hand down to run her fingers through Christina's light red locks. The actress closed her eyes at the scent of fresh, wet cunt. She reopened them seconds later, now gazing into the wet folds of Bianca's pussy as it was shoved into her face.
"Take your time. If you're a good girl, I might give you a reward later."
The first experience of anything was always unforgettable. Christina would have never guessed that her first time eating pussy would happen in a locked dungeon with her hands cuffed behind her back. Life could be amusing at times. Between her own thighs, Christina felt a burning sensation she was unable to tend to. She kissed the folds of Bianca's juicy pussy and slithered her tongue in. The chain connected to her wrist cuffs rattled, as she desperately pulled at them. The feeling of her ass plugged with a device was little more than a distraction. If only she could finger herself while doing this.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. That's it. Take your sweet time. The first taste is always the best. I'll know if you really like it."
Ignoring her mistress' words all together, Christina closed her eyes and focused on eating Bianca's pussy. Her tongue shook from within as she thrust it slightly. Bianca caressed her hair, tapping her index finger on Christina's head as a way of showing admiration. That was all Christina needed to feel to know she was doing her job so far.
"Keep going. You're doing well for a newbie."
Slowly, she continued to thrust her tongue in and out of that juicy cunt. Bianca spread her legs out further, offering more access for Christina. Her tongue ventured deeper, shaking rapidly inside Bianca. Christina was impressed by this taste. She had often wondered in the past what kind of experience this would be like. An attraction to another female was hard to ignore at times, but came in odd places. Never would she have guessed that she would have her first time in a place like this. Bianca moaned and exhaled a deep breath.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. I think that's enough now."
Bianca pulled away from Christina, forcing her tongue to withdraw from her cunt. She rubbed at her clit before smirking.
"So how was your first taste of pussy?"
"Wet and hot. I quite liked it."
"Quite the difference from sucking cock, huh?"
"Yes, a major difference."
The mistress giggled at those words. As Christina hung her head from the table and gazed down at the floor, she heard the thunderous booms of Bianca's heels. She turned around, showing Christina her own ass.
"Why don't we put your mouth up to another task, shall we? I can tell from looking at you that you've never rimmed a woman before."
There was no arguing with that. Christina gazed up at the firm roundness of her mistress' thick booty. It wasn't as impressive as her own, so she liked to believe. Throughout time, Christina had always prided herself on her breasts. It was a strange feeling to be looking at another woman's ass and thinking about her own. Bianca pulled her plump cheeks apart, showing the small passageway that led to her dark little hole. Christina closed her eyes as her face was smothered with ass. She raked her tongue down the crack, quickly finding her dark little hole and wiggling the tip of her tongue inside. Delighted at this action, Bianca gasped in excitement.
"Ohhhhhh, yes! I don't even have to tell you what to do! There you go, tongue it. Tongue it like a good whore!"
She wanted it. That was why Christina did not wait to be ordered on what to do next. Bianca's ass cheeks were cold, still rubbing against her face as Christina darted her tongue through that tight dark hole and wiggled it from inside. Bianca arched herself, resting her left hand on a hip and sliding her tight hand to her pussy. She played with her clit, all while Christina kept herself busy rimming that beautiful, thick booty. As Christina continued, she was suddenly startled by the sound of the door opening and stomping feet.
"Look what we have here. I came back just in time for a show."
The voice belonged to Brent. Christina had forgotten about her master after he departed. She stopped wiggling her tongue, keeping it inside of Bianca's ass.
"Never mind us, we're just experimenting."
"Oh, really? Don't let me interrupt you then."
Bianca laughed at the playful sarcasm Brent gave her. Through their interactions, Christina could easily guess that they had a long history together. Did Bianca ever serve Brent through the same training process? That was one question she hoped to ask her mistress some day. Brent caught Christina's attention by spanking her ass hard. The strike made her jump.
"All plugged and ready to play. Let's see how stretched out this ass is now."
Was that the reason that Bianca placed a plug in her ass? So Brent could pull it out and give her ass a proper pounding? That would be too easy. Christina knew he had something else planned, all while her pussy was on fire. She wiggled her tongue within Bianca's ass while rattling and shaking the chain connected to her wrist cuffs. She was so desperate to touch her pussy. If Brent wanted to help her by any means, he would fuck her right here, right now. Her ass was already put in proper use. Focusing her attention on pleasuring her mistress, Christina kept her eyes closed. She suddenly felt something hard and warm shoved against that butt plug causing her eyes to open wide. The last thing she expected was for Brent to stretch her ass hole further by pushing his cock in, alongside the plug.
"You are so bad! Naughty man!"
"I am, ain't I?"
Bianca and Brent both laughed together. Never in her wildest dreams did Christina believe she would find herself in a position like this. A cock and a plug shoved into her ass, all while her tongue was lodged into another woman's buttocks. Bianca shook her ass, just to make sure she had Christina's devoted attention. Muffled moans were the only thing audible from Christina's voice as her face remained buried in Bianca's ass. Brent's cock moved slowly, thrusting back and forth against the butt plug. His thick meat fought for room in Christina's already occupied backdoor as he fucked her. He used one hand to grab at the chain connecting her wrist cuffs. His other hand slapped the left cheek of her ass.
"Ohhhhh! I love watching you spank sluts. Go on, give her a good one!"
Such words to encourage him were met only with a chuckle. Brent did what he wanted without anyone telling him otherwise. Christina felt his free hand grip one of her ass cheeks, squeezing hard as he continued to drive his cock in her ass. His fingers to his other hand let go of the chain between her cuffs. He found a rhythm in this slow speed, groaning in pleasure.
"I want my slave to talk to me. I think she's had her face in your ass long enough, Bianca."
"Very well. You're the man after all."
Christina withdrew her tongue from Bianca's ass hole shortly before the mistress stepped forward. A loud cry followed a grunt as she gritted her teeth.
"You sound like you have something to say. Go on and spit it out."
"I want you to fuck me, Master! My pussy is so wet, I can't take this anymore!"
Brent began to laugh. Christina's tone of voice reeked in desperation with nearly every word spoken in a cry. Bianca and Brent both knew just how badly Christina wanted to be fucked. Her pussy had been neglected all this time, driving her into a lustful madness.
"What's the matter? Too scared I'm gonna stretch your ass hole out? Is that what you're so worried about, slave?"
With that line he delivered a few deep, hard thursts into Christina's ass.
"No! I know you can stretch it out! But I want to be FUCKED!! Put in my pussy, please! Please, Master!"
She was willing to beg just enough to tell Brent that he had won. Christina did not think twice how much that would stroke his ego. He came to a complete stop, allowing her to think just for a few seconds that he was about to pull his thick cock out of her ass. Christina closed her eyes as she felt the butt plug come out of her ass. Brent dropped it to the floor with a loud thud. Now he had full access to ram his cock all the way into her ass, causing Christina to bite her lip and pur. Bianca watched Christina's breasts begin to bounce and slap from the edge of the table. Brent gripped her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into her firm, pale skin as he continued to buck his hips. Over and over, he pounded every inch of his huge cock into Christina's thick ass.
"It's time to begin your training to become a true anal whore. Take it all!"
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"
Christina immediately clenched her teeth after yelling cries of pleasure. Her voice echoed loudly in the small room. She snarled and growled before screaming again.
"FUCK ME, MASTER!! SLAM THAT COCK IN MY PUSSY!! FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM!! I NEED TO BE FUCKED!! I NEED IT SO BAD, YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASEEEEEE!!"
No matter how loud screamed or how much she begged, Brent was not going to give in to her desire. Christina kept her eyes closed, screaming louder with each passing second. The sound of his balls slapping against the undersides of her thick booty was barely heard through all the cries. The pace became faster for a few seconds before he abruptly pulled his cock out of her ass. For a brief moment, she wondered if he was going to finally put his cock where she wanted it. Christina could hear the groans and grunts he made before she felt a splatter of cum dropping onto her back. Her eyes opened at the feeling of more cum splattering onto her back. Thick strings coated the left side of her back, dripping across her muscles. So that was how he was going to finish, by making a mess on her back. Christina pouted, whimpering as she saw Bianca's eyes glaring at her. The mistress smiled so smugly. It was that face Christina expected to see in her dreams later tonight.
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1 DAY LATER
Through silence, Christina could hear the sound of her own breathing with her eyes closed. After an intense day of training, she was back on track the next day. She had her usual routine waking up in the early hours of the morning, a shower and then breakfast. The time must have been shortly after the AM hours, in the heat of the afternoon. Whatever the hours were, Christina had a gut feeling that at this time of day she would be home if she was not working. It was easy to imagine herself bored in the living room with nothing to occupy herself with. Those days were over now as she found herself shackled in cuffs and chains. Her arms were spread out, hanging from chains connected to her wrist cuffs. Behind her was some kind of strange wooden post with rings for chains, spreading her arms out like a crucifix.
Standing in front of her was Christina's mistress. A sharp smile ran across Bianca's face as she gazed down at her slave. Another latex outfit made for today's uniform. Bianca wore a bright red dress, complete with buttons at the top that were undone to reveal her giant tits. Her feet were pushed in a pair of black high heel pumps, visible with her legs in fishnet stockings. No outfit was chosen for Christina. As soon as she was escorted to the room, Bianca commanded her to strip naked. Now the actress was on her knees, eyes still shut as she was hanging by the chain pinks attached to her wrist cuffs. The wooden post was connected to another one that went up to the ceiling. Bianca chained Christina down just to keep her somewhere. Across the room was a wooden table with the mistress' tools of the trade spread across the surface. Christina could barely make out the many devices due to the position on her knees.
She figured that this would only be temporary. Near the table was a padded stool, similar to the one she had used yesterday. Christina knew that within time, she would be bent over that table soon. The only thing her mistress had told her upon arrival was that today would be one of pure anal training. Yesterday was only a hint of what trials awaited her. Brent was not in the room right now, but Christina knew better than to underestimate a potential surprise. Even when he was not there, his ruling presence was still felt. As she slowly opened her eyes, Christina could feel Bianca's eyes on her. She gazed up from the moment she saw a shiny spot of her latex outfit. That sinister smile Bianca made was beginning to feel familiar to Christina. She reacted to the sight by raising her head submissively and giving her mistress a curious look.
"Are you ready to become the biggest ass whore from Hollywood?"
With her eyes locked on her mistress, Christina swallowed her breath. She nodded, feeling the cold metal of her collar rub beneath her chin.
"Yes, Mistress."
Bianca turned around. For a brief moment, Christina saw her ass hidden beneath the ends of the short latex skirt. A chain was heard dangling as she grabbed something from the table. When she made the short trip back, Bianca hooked the chain to the front link of her collar. She undid the wrist cuffs, freeing her as she then used the long chain as a leash to guide Christina to that small stool. Her instincts served her well, as Christina accurately predicted she would soon be taken to that stool. Bianca bent her over after pulling the chain hard enough to choke her. Christina moaned at the feeling of the steel digging into her skin. The leather surface of the stool felt cold, rubbing against her stomach. Bianca did not unhook the chain from her collar, allowing it to dangle freely to the floor. Christina moved her hands behind her back and spread her ass cheeks out in preparation.
"Oh, look at that. You're quite eager to get fucked in the ass today."
"Yes I am, Mistress. I'm ready for whatever you throw at me."
Laughing loudly, Bianca's voice echoed in the room with a sinister tone.
"I like your attitude. We'll soon learn if that's confidence or arrogance."
That last remark was enough to make Christina drop her smile. Bianca saw right through her act. She may have been horny today, but it was a whole other question if she could truly handle the test that awaited her. Despite this, she kept her ass cheeks pulled apart to reveal her dark little hole. Bianca stepped over to the table and grabbed a pair of wrist cuffs. Christina caught a glimpse of them from the corner of her left eye.
"You're really gonna cuff me again while I'm using my hands?"
Bianca giggled.
"Yes. Don't want your hands getting tired from this. Soon there will be something shoved in your ass where you won't need to use your hands."
Christina sighed in frustration. Bianca laughed at her reaction as she locked her right wrist first. The cold, metal touching her arms was a reminder of the collar still locked around her neck. Her fingers spread across her plump ass cheeks, still keeping them pulled apart. Once Christina's hands were locked in, Bianca returned to the table. Her heels clacked loudly across the concrete floor as Christina sighed. She wanted to say something, but was unable to think of anything. Bianca did not seem like the type of woman who wanted to indulge in meaningless chit-chat. This situation was reminiscent of a doctor's appointment. The silence and nervousness reminded Christina of those small rooms. Bianca's heels ended her short daydream as she stepped directly behind her. A shadow cast across her body, barely visible on the floor.
"Here we go, whore. Let's see how you like this."
Bracing herself, Christina closed her eyes. She felt something round shaped push through her dark little hole. As it pushed deeper, she felt a second round thing drive into her ass.
"What is this... thing?"
Like before, the mistress laughed.
"I take it you have no experience with anal beads?"
Swallowing her breath, Christina let go of her ass cheeks. The chain holding her wrist cuffs rattled as she rested her arms to the side. This made Bianca laugh again.
"I... I've heard of anal beads, but I've never used them. Or had them used on me before."
"There's a first time for everything."
The third ball of the strings pushed into her ass. Christina could feel the other two sinking deeper inside her. She closed her eyes and raised her neck. When she tried to move, the chain rattled loudly.
"Oh my god. I've never felt anything like this before."
Her confession satisfied Bianca to continue pushing in another round shaped bead. After the fourth one, Christina tried to move her hands around. Her eyes were open wide, gazing at the dark concrete wall facing her. She cried out in pleasure, unable to see the wide grin running across her mistress' face. The fifth bead was enough to begin breaking Christina's will. She clenched her teeth together and grunted loudly while balling her hands up into fists. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and squealed out. Little did she know there was one last bead to go.
"How do you like that? Are you feeling like a complete ass whore in training?"
"Ah! Yes, Mistress! I don't know if my ass can take anymore."
A smile came across Bianca's lips.
"Nonsense, whore. You simply don't give yourself credit."
Bianca stated as she pushed the final thick bead past her pink muscle. Exhaling another deep breath, Christina decided she was not going to allow this device to break her. Bianca's words had encouraged her to try harder. Maybe she really wasn't giving herself enough credit so far. She imagined the other women before her who had been through this training. How many of them had their spirits broken from anal the beads alone? The longer she thought about this, the more wet her pussy became. Christina was lustful, hungry for more. She untwisted her fingers and embraced this moment of pleasure as Bianca kept the beads pushed into her ass.
"That's much better. Think of how many cocks you could have pounding that ass if you believe in yourself. With an ass like this, you're built for handling more than one."
Christina moaned. There was truth to Bianca's words. The more she thought about it, she could picture herself not only handling more men, but wearing them out. Her body was a temple of pleasure and she had the assets to drive a man crazy. Or even a woman. She thought differently about that now after yesterday. The taste of her mistress' cunt was still on her mind. Bianca stomped her heels back to the table and grabbed another device. When Christina glanced in her direction, the mistress held the object out. She wanted to see the expression on Christina's face and the actress did not disappoint. Eyes widening, her lower lip fell at the sight of what looked to be some kind of butt plug with some tubing attached to it. Bianca's right hand held a squeezable pump while her left held the deflated red plastic.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Do you really think your eyes are deceiving you?"
A question answered with a question left Christina speechless. No, her eyes were not deceiving her. The device Bianca held was indeed an inflatable butt plug. For a brief moment, Christina forgot about the anal beads despite still feeling them stuffed into her ass. Bianca stepped her way behind Christina and began to slowly pull the beads out, one at a time.
"I can't believe you're about to blow that thing up in my ass."
"This is how all the girls down here are trained to be perfect anal sluts."
"Right."
That one word response from Christina made Bianca laugh. She was still pulling the anal beads free as she responded.
"If you want to earn your collar, you're going to have to let me see how big we can get this toy."
A new idea came to Christina's mind upon being reminded of the collar locked around her neck. She had not put much thought in the possibility of having the collar changed by now. She remembered her first night in the hotel upstairs and when she witnessed that woman in the music lounge wearing one. The metal steel was plain, cold and a basic design. Just thinking about having a fancier collar was more than enough motivation for her to try her best in this situation. When the final anal bead plopped out of her ass hole, she bit her lower lip and purred a soft moan.
"I'm ready, Mistress. Go ahead and stick it in."
Closing her eyes, Christina bit her lower lip when she felt the deflated dildo shoving into her back door hole. It pushed deeper before Bianca stopped and grabbed the pump. The six inch toy was firmly planted between her cheeks ready to train her. A sinister laugh was heard from her voice.
"Here we go, whore. I'm gonna stretch your fucking ass hole with this blow up cock! Mmmmm, let's see how big it gets!"
The excitement in Bianca's voice would have scared Christina any time before she made the choice to become a slave down here. No feelings of fear crossed her mind as she found herself eagerly anticipating this moment. As Bianca began to squeeze the pump, Christina moaned at the feeling of the pump inflating in her ass.
"I can feel it."
Bianca giggled.
"You haven't felt anything yet."
Her reply ended with the pump squeezed again. Christina twisted her fingers, almost balling them into fists as she felt the plug inflating in her ass. It was pushed so deep into her booty, she was beginning to have wild fantasies. Her pussy was neglected much like yesterday, leaving it to accumulate more wetness as time passed by. Bianca looked onto her big pale ass as she proceeded to squeeze the pump once every few seconds. The plug continued to inflate, now stretching her ass hole visibly from the outside to the point of where Christina had previously pulled her cheeks apart. Crying out, Christina opened her eyes. The chain dangled from her collar, shaking around as Christina moved her head.
"You like that? You like having this cock blown up in your ass, whore?"
Bianca taunted her as she continued to squeeze the pump. Mercy was not something she would show her obedient slut during this training session. There was a difference in the way Bianca handled Christina compared to Brent. The master was more strict, playing the dynamic of having her serving him. As a mistress, Bianca could relate more with Christina. They had a mutual understanding of sharing lust. It was easier to motivate the actress with her image alone. Some day, Christina would wear similar outfits and carry a riding crop to be used on her own slaves. It was a dream she was determined to achieve the longer she was down in this dungeon. Gritting her teeth, she growled for a moment. Christina exhaled and then began to laugh at this feeling.
"What's so funny, whore?"
"All of this! I guess you can say I was scared for a few seconds. Now I think it's funny as hell."
The mistress did not see her reaction as a way of taunting her back, but that did not mean she would give mercy to Christina. Squeezing the pump some more, Bianca gave her best efforts at inflating the plug at full size as Christina continued to laugh. Something inside her was waking up as her pussy had now become soaking wet.
"Ohhhhhhh, I can feel my ass stretching out. Mmmmmmmmm, I think I'm prepared to get rammed by a big fucking cock."
Her voice shifted into a seductive, lustful tone as Christina spit out words of pure filth. She had let go of all previous thoughts. Nothing mattered to her right now except her own pleasure. Years had gone by and she never put her ass to proper use like that, instead focusing on her breasts as weapons of pleasure. Bianca had inflated the plug as far as it would possibly go. The bulging rubber had stretched Christina's ass out properly. The actress imagined if Brent was here, he would probably try to push his cock into her ass at the same time. He had already proven yesterday just how easy it was to stretch her ass out. Now she was beginning to fantasize about having him pound her in the ass with that huge cock of his. With her eyes closed, she could almost feel it. Her pussy was on fire, unable to hold back any desires at this point. When she opened her eyes, Christina screamed.
"FUCK!! You have no idea how bad I want to be fucked in the ass right now, Mistress."
"Oh, what's that I hear? Are you eager to become a Hollywood anal whore?"
"No, I want to be the PERFECT anal whore! If I can handle this thing you're using, just imagine the possibilities. No men down here will be able to handle me."
Taking a deep breath, Christina wanted to laugh. She felt the intense heat of her lust building up and needing to be released. Gritting her teeth, Christina snarled as she felt Bianca begin tugging at the inflated dildo. The device was fattened so much by the pump, it was impossible for Bianca to thrust it in and out of her ass. She at least tried, until Christina pulled her ass cheeks apart with her cuffed hands. That was the only thing she could do. Unlike yesterday, she had no intention of touching her pussy. The only part of her body she was focused on right now was the booty. Bianca toyed with the plug and pushed on the inflated plug as deeply as she could in her ass.
"I want more! MORE!!"
Snarling and screaming, her voice was no doubt heard outside this room and down the dark halls. Christina's legs began to shake, causing her boobs to wobble and the chain from her collar to begin shaking. Bianca's eyes became enlarged as she grinned, flashing her teeth deviously at this wonderful sight. Christina had reached an orgasm, all from the pleasure of her ass being stuffed. The impact had caused her natural juices to splatter onto the concrete floor below. That would be a stain worthy of keeping as a reminder of a successful training session. Bianca was so pleased and proud of her slave, she began to clap her hands.
"That's what I like to see. You've made quite the display of your true self. You don't have to hide the fact you are a whore down here. I can tell just how bad you are wanting to be pounded in the ass now."
Out of breath, Christina swallowed her breath. She bit her lower lip and whimpered soft moans. Bianca's heels were heard loud and clearly as the mistress walked a counter-clockwise circle around the small stool. She began to speak while walking.
"Like I told you before, you simply don't give yourself enough credit. When you're chained down or handcuffed from behind, you don't need to waste your time thinking about the restrictions. Think about what you can do."
After observing her slave from all angles, Bianca stepped behind her. She twisted a valve to begin deflating the plugg to make it easier to pull out of her ass. Christina opened her eyes and sighed in frustration. She thought about Bianca's words. The chains and cuffs had restricted her movements in a frustrating way. Despite this, there was still something she could move properly. Still biting her lower lip, Christina purred as she shoved her hips back and forth. After a few tries, she was pushing her ass back to make that deflating toy pump in and out of her booty.
"Look at that. You've learned how to throw it back! That's how you work that ass, whore."
Clapping her hands again, Bianca smiled widely. She was proud to witness Christina learning something new with her body. Finally pulling the deflated toy out of that stretched ass hole was enough to make Christina stop and sigh. Despite having such a hard orgasm, she was still horny and wanted more. It would take far more than some toys to satisfy her lustful cravings. By this point, Christina was beginning to realize that her desires would not be cured today. The training would need to continue in hopes she would get treated with some proper ass fucking by a man.
"I want more, Mistress. I want a new collar too."
"Oh yes, I would say you've earned a new collar. That's if you're asking me..."
Pausing for a moment in her speech, Bianca let out an exaggerated sigh.
"But your Master is the one who has the key to your collar. You can't just get it from impressing me. You need to give him a reason to believe you deserve it."
Exhaling deeply, Christina gazed at the wall. She did not make a disappointed reaction. She could have guessed that Brent would have a say so in a new collar.
"You earned one thing though from me. I'm going to let you watch a show tomorrow. Your master and I will be fucking a whore together. Isn't that sweet?"
Bianca moved in front of Christina. She leaned down to make eye contact with her.
"Your Master told me all about how you squirmed around in your cell watching Emily Rata-whatever her name is get fucked like a rag doll. This time around, you get to be the only member of the audience. I'm even going to give you the best cell in the room, front row and center."
Pressing her lips against Christina's, Bianca initiated a loving kiss between mistress and slave. Christina closed her eyes and slithered her tongue into Bianca's mouth to turn this cute moment into one of passion. When the kiss ended, Christina replied.
"So my reward is to watch Master destroy Emily a second time around?"
"Yes and no. This time, he and I both are fucking a girl named Emily, but not the same one. Emily Deyt-Aysage is the name of this whore."
"Never heard of her."
Bianca laughed.
"Neither have I. But your master says that she takes it up the ass like a champion. That's worth watching, isn't it?"
Chuckling to herself, Bianca patted Christina on the head. Her left hand grabbed the end of her chain, ready to pull her up from the stool. She was done with this training session, but Christina did not feel a sense of relief or achievement. Tomorrow was already on her mind, just knowing she would have to watch another fuck show. Since that was tomorrow's plan, that was another day to scratch off before she had another cock. Maybe that was a good thing, as she would need time to prepare for another test. At the same time, Christina wanted more. Her desires could not be answered solely by the touch of her hand. A toy may do wonders, but that is only a temporary solution to satisfy her. She needed a man. Any man, whether it be her master or one of his men to fuck her in the ass.
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1 DAY LATER
The steel door slid shut, locks clicking into place. Christina felt the cold metal around her wrists. Her mistress stayed true to her words by locking her in another cell in a large 'audience' room. Or so Bianca described it. Brent would have likely given her a different explanation. It appeared to be the same room that she was chained in before, but Christina was unsure. Strange symbols were painted on the walls several lifetimes ago. They were now faded, with fragments of circles that almost looked like inverted pentagrams. At least that was the impression she had from the lines that had faded away. Other symbols were too faded to make out, leaving only the gray texture of concrete blocks on the wall. Christina paid the symbols no mind as she focused her eyes on the mistress walking back to the center of the room.
Today was a special privilege for her. Besides finding herself the sole audience member of a fuck session, Christina would be a witness to Bianca in action. It was one thing to experience the action of her toys and playing the role of her submissive slut, but a whole other thing to watch it with her own eyes. Before she was shackled in a set of wrist cuffs connected to both walls, Christina was stripped down. Bianca plugged her asshole with a thick, shiny black dildo. It was her choice of device, giving her a little bit of mercy after how Brent had used something in her pussy for the last show. The wrist cuffs spread her arms out, flexing them into a wide V. Her hands were not the only part of her body to be chained. A small link in the floor held a chain that easily attached to the ring in her collar. One may find it a bit excessive, but not Bianca. She noted to Christina that she liked to see a slave properly chained up.
With her back turned to Christina, Bianca began to slowly undress. This was another privilege for the slave to witness her mistress in all of her nude glory. The latex queen stripped a shiny, black latex bustier from her body. Bianca's booty was impressive, but Christina felt she had a better one. Her slender legs appeared to have muscles. When she turned around to look at Christina, Bianca grinned. Her stomach was exposed, revealing a silver navel piercing to go with her muscular abs. Only a black thong covered her pussy, matching the loose black bra that currently contained her enhanced G cups. She waited to reveal them, all to slide her thong down and step out of it. A small strip of hair was visible above her vulva lips. Christina quirked her eyebrows, impressed at the sight of her mistress' womanhood. It was a strange feeling to be attracted to another woman, but she did not deny the emotions.
There was no sense in fighting the feelings aroused within her. This was not the first time she had seen that pussy. The sight of it gave Christina a newly found level of excitement. Bianca finally pulled her bra off to free her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she dropped the bra to the floor and stepped out of her thong. Christina grinned at the sight of Bianca's tits. It was easy for her to imagine pressing her own tits against hers. Brent had yet to enter the room, leaving Christina to daydream fantasies with her mistress. Bianca stepped out of Christina's sight from the right side of the room. Due to the wrist cuffs, Christina could not grab hold of the steel bars and try to look in Bianca's direction. The dildo lodged in her ass could still be felt. Christina took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The silence came to an end when the door opened across the room. Chains were heard rattling with the stomping of feet.
"There's the man in charge."
Bianca spoke to Brent, then giggled.
"And there's my dirty little slut. Are you ready to get fucked today?"
Another laugh was heard in Bianca's voice. Christina sighed in frustration that she could not see any of them from her cell. Here she was on her knees, arms spread out from the wrist cuffs, and all she could do was concentrate on the toy shoved up her ass. It would have been nice to at least be able to touch herself. Emily Deyt Aysage pulled her robe free, exposing her nude body to her master and mistress. Her long, orange hair was eloquently done, with wavy locks flowing beyond her shoulders. Below her face was a steel collar, not unlike the one Christina had locked around her neck. A chain was attached to Emily's collar, now dangling freely between her plump, natural DD tits. Her cunt was freshly shaved in preparation for this event. Bianca was proud to see those wet folds already soaked in fresh dew. That was enough for the mistress to know that this girl would be screaming for her. Brent removed his robe while Bianca grabbed her black strap-on from a wooden table near the door.
Three figures entered Christina's line of sight. She struggled, moving her hands around in the wrist cuffs as she tried to get a better look at the girl. Emily did not pay any mind to her surroundings. Not once did she glance around to study the cells across the room. The small pieces of décor were nothing for her to focus on. A black mat covered the floor in the center of the room, making it the perfect place to fuck. No pieces of furniture or other things were in the way. What Christina was about to witness was pure lust shared between a master, mistress, and loyal slut. Emily was led by her chain as Brent walked her like a pet. Christina expected him to at least glance in her direction. A smug grin on his face would at least be nice to see. Now she did not know what to think about how he was ignoring her for another woman.
"Shall we begin, master?"
Emily's voice had a distinctive English accent. Her blue eyes locked onto Brent's face as she anticipated her order. Christina bit her lower lip, focusing on the plug in her ass as she listened.
"And you too, mistress?"
Bianca grinned at the slave addressing her. She stood next to Brent after adjusting her strap-on to cover her pussy. From where Emily stood, Brent was to her left and Bianca to the right. Without being ordered, Emily dropped to her knees and grabbed Brent's cock with her slender hands. She ignored her mistress entirely, all to focus on the real dick requiring her attention. Emily wrapped all of her fingers from both hands around his length and began to wank at a slow pace. Brent took a deep breath and nodded at her. In his right hand, he gripped the chain attached to her collar. Christina sat there with her eyes focused on the action in the distance. No words were spoken by anyone as Emily took her time twisting her fingers around Brent's cock. She removed her left hand once she felt his size thicken within her grasp. Once he was at full length, she parted her lips and kissed the head.
"I think this little whore is hungry. She hasn't sucked cock in weeks."
Weeks!? Christina found herself hanging onto that final word spoken by Bianca. Just how long had Emily been down here? Time was something that was completely lost on Christina by that point. It could have been days, weeks, or even months. She did not know anymore, nor did she care. While it would be nice to feel a cool breeze of fresh air blow across her face, Christina had other things to worry about. One way or another, she was going to get a new collar in the following days. Sitting there quietly, she kept her eyes focused on watching Emily now sucking Brent's impressive cock. Slobbering noises were audible as Emily kept her eyes locked on his face. She squeezed her lips around the length and bobbed her head up and down.
'Mmmmm, mmmmm'. Emily finally closed her eyes in deep concentration as she bobbed her head up and down. She pushed her hands over her breasts, as if to prepare them for a tittyfuck in the following seconds. Without the use of her hands to wank his shaft, Emily was able to concentrate on deepthroating. As she sucked, Bianca watched with her right hand placed on her hip. The mistress licked her lips upon hearing the first gagging and slobbering sounds. Emily had worked hard at developing proper deep-throat skills. Brent gave her the same stern faces he had given Christina throughout the week. It was all too familiar for the actress in her cell. Moaning to herself, Christina hoped to at least distract them with her voice alone. Emily was still hard at work, bobbing her head up and down. The sucking and gagging noises became louder, echoing in the room.
"Suck it all the way down, whore. Show your master what I've been teaching you."
Emily opened her eyes, gazing up at Brent as she kept her hands pressed against her breasts. She closed her eyes while pushing his length into the depths of her throat. A gagging sound was heard before her lips were buried into his pubic hairs. She maintained her position, only choking briefly. A smile ran across Bianca's lips when she heard a slight grunt in Brent's voice.
"I take it you're impressed with her? What do you think?"
He did not reply at first. Brent kept the same stern face that Emily would witness when she reopened her eyes. Bianca had told her to do a silent count up to ten seconds before even thinking about releasing his cock from her lips. Emily counted up to sixteen seconds before finally extracting his cock from her mouth. Saliva strings broke off, dangling from the corners of her mouth and breaking away. She took a deep breath as more saliva strings broke from her open mouth back to his shiny, saliva-soaked dick. Brent finally turned to Bianca and replied.
"Watch this and then I'll tell you what I think."
Brent tugged on the chain as a way of hinting for Emily to open her mouth wide. She waited for him to use his free hand to guide his cock onto her tongue, then she squeezed her lips around it. Bianca licked her lips and tapped her fingers across her hip as she watched Emily close her eyes. Brent placed his free hand on her head, only to hold her in place as he began to thrust his cock further down her throat. Emily opened her mouth wide momentarily, all so he could feed his cock further down. A groan from his voice was heard. Emily gagged as she opened her eyes to briefly gaze up at the face of her master. When he began to thrust forward, she closed her eyes as he began to fuck her mouth.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!!"
As the sounds of throat-fucking filled the room, Bianca became excited. She clapped her hands together, cheering him on.
"Oh, yeah! Skull fuck her!!"
His fingers dug into Emily's orange hair to maintain a grip. Brent grunted as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Slobber and drool leaked out the corners of her mouth.
"GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAH!!"
More incoherent sucking noises echoed loudly in the room. A string of drool broke off from the left corner of Emily's mouth, falling to her tits below. This was almost amusing for Christina. Here she was watching another woman take a rough skull-fucking, rather than having it for herself. That only made her want the same treatment now. Emily handled his aggressive manor well, sucking his cock as best as she could as it throttled in and out of her mouth. She gagged, choked and drooled on his cock. Brent pushed her all the way down, just to show the mistress that she could take every last inch of his powerful cock. He held her there for several seconds. Bianca silently counted up to seventeen seconds before he finally pulled her hair to release his cock. Emily breathed heavily as Brent counted the several saliva strings dangling from his cock back to her open mouth. It was five total after the sixth broke off and dangled from her chin.
"It looks like the little whore has improved a great deal in sucking cock. I'm impressed."
Brent smirked after Bianca spoke.
"One month of hard work."
A month, he said. Christina felt something click in her mind. Just how long had she been down here? There was no real answer to that question since she had lost count. Maybe this girl entered training before her. Maybe not. The only thing that mattered was the show she was about to witness. Brent yanked the chain to pull Emily up to her feet. Bianca moved behind her. Christina just sat there behind the bars, staring at them as she recognized the position they were beginning with. Brent was facing Emily and had to help pick her up. Bianca wrapped an arm around the model's waist, raising her off her feet. Brent let go of the chain, leaving it dangling across Emily's right shoulder. She braced herself for this moment as Bianca made the necessary adjustments to push her strap-on dildo into Emily's tight ass. A faint gasp was heard in her heavy British accent.
Christina's eyes were still glued on the model as she watched them make this position possible. It was easy for her to imagine herself there. To be sandwiched between her master and mistress—what a delightful treat. Christina knew her tits would be pressed into Brent's hairy chest, allowing him to feel her erect nipples. They were hardened just by this sight alone. The strap-on dildo pushed into Emily's ass was a reminder of what Christina currently had lodged in her own dark hole. What could she do besides remain here bound in chains? The last time she witnessed a show like this, Christina made sure her presence was known by all the moans and screams she made. She felt differently this time around as she gazed at the model. Another faint gasp was heard when Brent's cock slipped into her pussy. The gasp turned into a scream of pleasure. That was only the beginning of what would soon be heard echoing throughout the large room.
"Oh my god! Ohhhhh my god!! Ohhhhh, OHHHHHHHHH!!"
Emily closed her eyes as she threw her arms around Brent. His hands cradled her ass cheeks, spreading them out to aid Bianca in thrusting that dildo into her ass. Emily swallowed her breath as she continued to breathe heavily. Brent began to buck his hips, driving his cock into her pussy. After he thrust, Bianca did the same. Emily was caught in between, feeling one thrust after another as she fell into an ecstasy of pleasure.
"FUCK!!"
Her British voice echoed throughout the room, possibly heard by anyone outside the door. Christina kept her eyes focused on the action, still envious that she was not experiencing this pleasure. Bianca and Brent went slowly at first, but within a few minutes, they were thrusting harder and faster. Emily's breasts began to bounce and sway as she gritted her teeth. Brent grinned at her.
"You look like you've got something to say."
Bianca began to giggle at Brent's taunting of Emily. He raised his right hand to grab her by the chin. His fingers pushed her lips into an O shape. She tried to grit her teeth, only to fail and open her mouth wider.
"Talk to me, you fucking whore!"
He let go of her mouth, allowing Emily to scream in his face.
"FUCK ME, MASTER!! FUCK ME!!"
Satisfied with her words, Brent nodded and placed his hand back on her ass cheek. Bianca laughed again. She found such joy in bringing the dirty side out of a slave like this. Christina focused her sights on the action of her mistress' black dildo pumping in and out of Emily's ass. An idea formed in her mind after noticing how Emily could not move between them. Christina rolled her hips to thrust the butt plug in and out of her ass. She pouted in frustration. The chains had made this difficult, but she saw no need to give up so soon.
"OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH GOD!!"
Emily gritted her teeth and growled loudly. Her moans became animalistic as it became evident she was barely hanging on from this pressure. Brent stepped back and snatched his cock out of her pussy. That was the cue for Bianca to quickly set the slave back down on her feet. A new position was imminent. Bianca bent down and grabbed the chain. She shoved Emily to the floor. She fell on her hands and knees. The collar dug into her neck as Bianca pulled it hard. Brent stood in front of the girl for a moment before he stepped around Bianca. The chain changed hands from mistress to master. When Brent stepped around, Christina expected him to at least glance at her from inside the small cell. Ignoring her was enough to enrage her. Christina closed her eyes. She was going to focus on her own pleasure since he was not even going to pay her any mind with a watchful glance.
Rolling her hips, Christina managed to push the dildo back and forth in her ass. She pressed her hands against the cold, dirty walls of her cell and used them to maintain her balance. Brent's voice could be heard in the distance, but Christina ignored him entirely. She did not want to focus on any words or the sound of her mistress giggling. That was one of the reasons she kept her eyes closed. Her concentration could not be disturbed right now. Christina had successfully tuned out the action, as if it truly were noise coming from a television. Taking a deep breath, she continued to roll her hips. The toy was pumping back and forth in her ass with each movement she made. Sliding her hands down slightly, she tried to raise her head. The chain began to clank together until it halted her movements. That caused Christina to open her eyes and witness the new position.
Bianca was lying on the floor with Emily atop her. Brent held the chain, tugging on it hard as he was directly behind the model. His cock pumped in and out of her ass in a fast pace. It was Bianca's strap-on pushed into her pussy. Christina missed them creating the position all together. Now she was watching the model press her palms down into Bianca's enhanced breasts, just to elevate herself further. The chain from her collar dangled as Brent showed no signs of stopping his movements. Again and again, he bucked his hips to slam his cock in and out of that ass over and over. Christina's eyes became enlarged upon watching this moment. Emily's arms became weaker with each passing second. Her eyes were closed as Bianca laughed in her face. If not for Brent holding the chain with such strength, she would have collapsed onto her mistress.
"Look at you, whore! You can barely handle this kind of pounding from your master!"
Grinning up at her, Bianca tugged on the girls nipples. Her sweaty fingers twisted on the right nipple as she spoke again.
"What makes you think you can challenge a mistress like me?"
Brent grunted and groaned, still thrusting his cock in and out of Emily's ass while Bianca taunted her in a slow speech. Emily moaned and panted between the words. There was something about the words and stern manner Bianca spoke in that had an effect on Christina. She found herself becoming more turned on while also fantasizing about walking in that woman's shoes some day. Bianca inspired Christina in ways she would have never imagined. Some day she was going to stomp the halls of this dungeon in leather boots and carry the title of mistress. Just like Bianca.
"FUCKKKKK!!"
Unable to handle anymore. Emily's eyes opened wide. Her arms finally collapsed, but she maintained the sitting position thanks to Brent pulling at her chain. She could not hold herself back any longer from the orgasm that had been building all this time. Christina was impressed that the girl had managed herself in two positions so far. Brent came to a halt and pulled his cock out of her ass while Emily's legs shook. Her inner walls tightened around the strap-on dildo still inside her cunt. Bianca grabbed Emily's hips and began to raise up. Brent stepped back and tugged on her chain, digging the collar into her neck to choke her. Christina watched the dildo slip out of Emily's pussy, resulting in gushing juices to squirt onto Bianca's stomach. Emily maintained herself, stepping on her feet directly behind Brent. Christina guessed from his body language that he was testing the girl. His eyes observed her movements.
Brent wanted to see if she still had the strength to stand after such a hard pounding. She needed a moment to catch her breath and stand up straight. The master let go of the chain, allowing the metal links to rub against her back. That was a quiet gesture from Brent to tell Emily she was off the leash momentarily. She bent her legs and fell onto her mistress. Bianca pressed her elbows into the floor, leaning up to watch the slut as she felt her warm tongue graze across her smooth skin. Emily licked her own juices, leaving wet spots on Bianca's skin. The mistress rewarded her by patting her on the head, as if she were a loyal pet. Brent stood there and watched as he cleared his throat to get Emily's attention. After she finished licking Bianca clean, she grabbed the chain and glanced beyond her left shoulder. Brent grabbed it after Emily offered him the chain. He immediately pulled her up to her feet, standing before him.
"Do you want to fuck me again, master?"
Emily's words were spoken so obediently. She lacked the snark that Christina would have felt like dishing out at him. Emily had the stamina and strength to withstand more than a single orgasm. Still in her cell, Christina returned her focus to the dildo in her ass. She was still bothered that Brent did not bother to even glance in her direction. It was almost like an insult to be ignored like this. Christina was now more determined than ever to keep the dildo thrusting in and out of her ass. A line of sweat was visible from her forehead, no doubt the product of her chained lust. Closing her eyes again, Christina listened to Emily moan again.
"Oh, yes. I would be honored to be fucked like a whore again. I am a whore who wants nothing more than to serve you. Your bloody whore who loves to get pounded in the arse."
"Why don't you tell your master all the rude things you said about yourself to me yesterday?"
Bianca giggled loudly. Christina did not let it distract her. She continued to work her hips, still moving the dildo in her ass. The palms of her hands had become sweaty, sliding off the concrete walls and now dangling from the wrist cuffs once more.
"I'm a filthy slut. A dirty whore. Your nasty slag."
The last one made Brent and Bianca both laugh together.
"I do love an English whore who knows how to speak pure filth. It's been a long time since I heard a voice like that down here."
Clearing his throat, Brent spoke again.
"Now get back down on all fours where you belong."
Just like that, his tone changed from complimentary one second, then back to complete authoritarianism the next. Christina kept her eyes closed, still hearing the chain rattle. By this point, she had given up on her master paying her any attention from within the cell. If he was not going to bother at least looking at her, then Christina no longer cared about this show. Only her own pleasure mattered. That was something Bianca would know. Only the mistress could predict the behavior of her loyal slaves. Raising her head again, Christina rattled the chain from her collar and groaned. She could hear the sound of them moving around and then the smacking sounds that followed after a loud moan. Emily was screaming loudly as someone was busy pounding her from behind. Christina could not care less who was doing the pounding. A loud spank echoed through the room, and yet that was not enough to get her attention.
"Spank her again! She's been a bad whore!"
His hand came down again, striking a red mark on her bum. Two red hand prints were visible across her ass cheeks. The red marks were bright across her smooth, pale skin. He was not done spanking her yet, as his hand came down for another hard spank.
"OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"
Yet another spank sound was heard between loud moans from Emily's British voice. The commanding voice belonged to Bianca, encouraging Brent. Christina refused to be distracted. She spread her legs out further, trying her best to keep moving the dildo back and forth. 'Mmmmmmm', a purring moan, was heard from her voice as she bit her lower lip. Emily's moans became a symphony of screams. As the fucking continued, Christina was more turned on with each passing second from listening to them alone. This experience had turned into something else, as she felt being the sole member of the audience was the only way to truly enjoy it. With her eyes shut, she imagined herself eavesdropping on an unsuspecting couple. That was another lesson learned today, expanding her list of devious kinks. Still biting her lower lip, Christina rocked the dildo before finally losing control. She slammed her knees into the concrete floor, pushing the toy deeper into her ass.
Panting and heavy breathing could be heard from Emily and Brent. Another position had to be made, but Christina kept her eyes shut. Nothing could disturb her from this moment on as she worked herself to try and have an orgasm, all without the use of her hands. Bianca had helped her prove that it was possible to experience such pleasure from her ass. Brent could be heard groaning and grunting. Christina thought she heard words from Emily, pleading and begging for his seed. Whatever words the British model spoke were lost on her. Through deep concentration with her eyes still shut, a breakthrough was finally reached. She gritted her teeth, snarling as her legs began to shake. Her moans transitioned into animalistic growls as Christina opened her eyes wide at the feeling of her climax. Her juices splattered onto the concrete floor, undoubtedly making a puddle that would leave a stain. Out of breath from the orgasm, Christina gazed forward to what appeared to be an empty room. Her mistress stepped in front of the cell, stomping her heels loudly.
"Oh, my... Look at you."
A wide grin ran across Bianca's lips. The strap-on dildo had been discarded minutes ago, and she slipped on a thong. Her left hand fingers curled into a fist, resting on her hip. In her other hand, Bianca dangled a ring with the key to Christina's cell. Their eyes met as the shadow of bars cast across Christina's pale white skin.
"That's twice now you've managed to give yourself an orgasm without the help of a man. Are you proud of yourself, whore?"
Yes, mistress. I am always proud to serve."
Her reply came without hesitation. Christina had lost all track of time due to her deep level of concentration. It did not occur to her that Brent or Emily had left the center of the room. She did not care if they were still there to watch her leave the cell. Bianca slid the key into the slot and unlocked the door. As she reached into the cell to finally unlock the wrist cuffs, Bianca spoke again.
"I've got a real test for you soon. I think you're ready to put that ass to use. We'll see if you've become a true anal whore."
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1 DAY LATER
Another day of training was in order for Christina in the afternoon. By this time, she had become used to waking up on a fixed schedule in the early morning. The cold water spraying on her face from a shower head was more than enough to wake her up most days. That could not be said for today's event at hand. Christina was wide awake after the experience she had yesterday with Bianca and Brent's show. Before she was escorted to another training room, Bianca briefed her on the situation. The mistress informed her slave that she would be meeting an 'old friend'. It became apparent just who that friend would be when Bianca mentioned it was a young man who loved her ass. If she had to make a list, one man would be at the top of it. She did not expect her master to be here today, but there was always a chance he could enter the room.
She stood against the wall, hands cuffed behind her, with her naked, voluptuous body on full display. Bianca put the cuffs on after commanding Christina to drop her silky white robe to the floor. The mistress was in full uniform today. A black latex corset and matching skirt covered her body. Her breasts looked as if they were about to pop free, with only one button hanging on for dear life at the front. What Christina admired the most about her outfits were the boots. There was something about the knee-high latex boots that showed a level of authority that Christina craved. Some day in the future, she reminded herself. Today was not that day. Bianca commented that Christina had a certain look of pure, lustful hunger in her eye. From one woman to another, they understood each other when it came to that feeling. Christina could imagine the same level of determination Bianca once had during her own training.
If her guess proved correct, Christina expected Hunter to walk through the door. He was the man she remembered who favored her ass over her breasts. Memories of that one-night stand from only her second night at the Miracle Light Inn came back to her mind. It felt like a lifetime ago at this point. Before she had discovered the truth about the hotel and the underworld lurking beneath the floors. She was a different woman now. Christina felt as if she were evolving and expanding in her sexuality while still enduring these trials of lust. If it was Hunter who wanted a piece of her ass today, she was going to give him far more than he expected. The only thing that could hold her back today would be chains and shackles. Standing there against the wall, she felt calm and collected. A high level of confidence was enough to boost her spirits. Chained or not, Christina was going to unleash her inner lust.
Across the room was a mirror shoved against the wall and a black mat on the floor. Christina figured that the mat would be used for the action. What was the purpose of the mirror? She could have asked Bianca, but there was no need to spoil a surprise. The longer Christina studied the room, she figured that the mirror was there so she could witness a reflection of herself. That was a funny way to make up for the show she had to witness yesterday. A wooden table was on the opposite side of the room, containing only a riding crop and three bottles of spring water. Bianca offered a bottle to her slave. Christina accepted the gesture. Since her hands were cuffed behind her back, Bianca had to hold the bottle to her lips. She stepped up, rubbing her latex-covered chest against Christina's bare tits. The actress closed her eyes and swallowed several gulps of water, drinking half the bottle before Bianca pulled it away. For a brief moment, Christina got to witness her breasts being pushed against Bianca's. The latex outfit felt cold against her skin. This moment was only temporary, as the door suddenly opened.
"Hello handsome."
Bianca greeted the man before he stepped in. Christina turned to see if her suspicions were proven correct. She knew that face all too well, with the black mustache and wavy brown hair. His dark eyes gazed in her direction as the door quietly shut behind him. Hunter wore a black robe. The same one from Christina's initiation. He smiled at Bianca before replying.
"Hello, Mistress B. I see you've been keeping busy lately."
"I'm always busy, hun. You know how much I like to work my sluts down here."
Hunter laughed at that remark. Bianca stepped aside, allowing him a proper entrance towards Christina. He stood face-to-face with her and offered a smile.
"So, we meet again."
Her eyes locked on his as she began to speak.
"Did you miss me?"
His lips curled into a smile, flashing his teeth. Christina spoke in a low, seductive voice. She did not notice a chain dangling from his right hand when he entered the room. Hunter raised the metal links and locked one into her collar. The chain fell between her huge breasts until he grabbed the end of it and tugged forward.
"Not wasting any time, huh?"
Bianca smiled after speaking. Hunter blushed at her.
"No point in beating around the bush. I've been waiting for this all week. I still remember that first night I met her."
His eyes turned to Christina as he stepped backward, still tugging on the chain to make her walk with him.
"You remember that night, don't you?"
"Oh, yes. How could I forget? You wanted to spend the night fucking my ass."
He grinned at her.
"That's right."
Christina felt eager to taunt him some more with those dirty memories.
"I still remember the mess you made on my tits with that hot load."
"Of course you remember that. You were so proud to have that cum dripping all down your tits."
She nodded at him as he came to a halt. Hunter raised his left hand, pointing at the floor. It was a quiet gesture for her to assume a position on her knees. The handcuffs made it difficult for Christina to keep her balance. Slowly and carefully, she lowered herself down on her knees. The chain links dangled back to his right hand. Her big blue eyes were still gazing at his face as Hunter withdrew the robe to reveal his naked body. He alternated hands, now holding the chain with his left hand so he could use his dominant hand to stroke his cock. Christina just sat there on her knees, watching him obediently. She figured he would want his dick sucked before the real action. He may even decide to fuck her mouth since she was still handcuffed from behind. Christina did not say a word, nor did she break eye contact as he stroked his cock until it grew to full length.
"I want a blowjob."
Hunter spoke in a stern tone to order her. Christina nodded, but she was not going to address him as her master.
"Yes, sir. I'll suck your cock."
Christina opened her mouth wide, parting her tongue to tease him. Hunter smiled and guided the head of his pole onto her tongue. She licked it before squeezing her lips around it. Sucking cock while handcuffed was easy for her by this point. 'Mmmmm', a muffled moan, was audible as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking half the length of his shaft. Hunter stood there, staring into her eyes as he watched her suck him. Christina was curious how assertive he would be in his position of control. He did not strike her as a proper, dominant master like Brent. Whatever the case, Christina concentrated on sucking his cock. She took her time, savoring the taste and bobbing her head up and down. Her eyes never left hers as she felt Bianca's cold gaze studying her movements. Hunter took a deep breath and began to moan. Those cries of pleasure told Christina she was doing a good, proper job from her knees.
Any moment now, she expected him to take control by yanking the chain or dropping it to use both hands and fuck her face. Hunter did not do this. He remained standing there, looking smug, as she continued to passionately suck his dick by the inch. Her eyes were still locked on his as Christina played the role of an obedient whore. She knew Hunter was living in a moment. To have a Hollywood woman like her handcuffed and collared on her knees, sucking him off as he held a chain. There was no telling how much of an ego boost that had to be for him. After closing her eyes, Christina had only one thing she could do that did not require eye contact. She pushed his cock to the depths of her throat, taking it as deeply as she could. Her lips were buried in the long strings of his pubic hair. Christina maintained herself, feeling the head of his shaft poke the back of her throat. She did not choke or gag in this demonstration of her new, improved oral talents.
"So what do you think of that, Hunter?"
Bianca spoke as he grunted. Christina could not see his scrunched-up face as she kept the entirety of his shaft between her lips.
"Is she not the best Hollywood cocksucker you've ever met, dear?"
A loud grunt was heard in his voice. Hunter finally hauled the chain hard. His cock withdrew from her mouth, with thick ropes of saliva flowing back to her lips. Christina opened her eyes, gazing up at him with a devious look. Bianca knew from that facial expression that Christina was hungry for more. Hunter stepped back, alternating the chain in his hands. He held his right hand out to Bianca.
"Give me the key so I can take off her handcuffs."
Shocked at this request, Bianca quirked her eyebrows up.
"Are you sure you want to uncuff her?"
"Yes. She needs to be able to be on all fours if I'm gonna be fucking her."
Christina and Bianca looked at each other for a moment. No words were needed, as their facial expressions told each other what was about to happen. Christina knew that with her hands free, she could take control regardless of whether she was on all fours or not. She was ready to turn the tables on Hunter and show him the new woman she was becoming. Bianca slid her right hand between her busty tits, fetching the key between her fingertips.
"I'll handle this, dear."
Bianca winked at Hunter. She knew that by uncuffing Christina, she was going to be freeing a whore to some extent who could turn the tables on him. It was that look in Christina's eyes. She focused her blue hues back at Hunter's face, glaring at him in such a way that he almost felt intimidated. Bianca leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs. Once her hands were free, Christina pressed them into the mat below. Hunter swallowed his breath and, in a panic, pulled at Christina's chain hard. She moaned at the rough tug he gave it, pulling her up from her knees. Hunter managed to choke her with the chain.
"Turn around and assume the position."
He spoke in a low, stern voice. Hunter offered just enough slack on the chain for Christina to obey his command. She did not hesitate to fall down on her hands and knees. She pressed her palms against the cold surface of the mat and gazed forward into the mirror. The chain dangled directly above her back. Hunter curled some links of the chain into his hand, ready to use it as a proper leash. Christina's eyes wandered up to the mirror, studying the expression on his face. Despite the chain, Hunter looked nervous. Christina could sense his fear, no matter how hard he tried to play it off. Her eyes drifted to gazing back at her own reflection. Christina waited to feel his hands pull her ass cheeks apart and put her gaping dark hole to use. Bianca could be heard stomping around in the room. Christina ignored the presence of her mistress entirely. She suddenly felt his cock rubbing against the wet folds of her cunt. Christina bit her lower lip as he slid in.
"Wrong hole."
Christina bit her lower lip after speaking. Hunter bucked his hips, driving his cock further inside her juicy cunt. Bianca stood close to Hunter, placing her hands on her hips as she observed the action at close range.
"What did you say?"
Hunter tugged on the chain after uttering his question. Christina maintained her gaze, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. She was not intimidated by him, regardless of how hard he pulled that chain.
"I said you've got the wrong hole. I thought you were fucking me in the ass today?"
There was that attitude Hunter knew from her. Bianca grinned at hearing such defiance from the slave. Hunter may have held the chain, but he was no man like Brent. That was proven when he wanted the hands freed.
"Don't worry. I plan on fucking your ass like I did before. I'm just waiting."
The sound of their bodies smacking together became audible as he continued to buck his hips. Christina's big tits shook from underneath her. She closed her eyes for a moment and chuckled. If Hunter was expecting to fuck her into an early orgasm before taking her ass, the young man was going to be quite disappointed. Christina was confident that she could withstand the pleasure of his cock pumping back and forth inside her. She gave him a few seconds to enjoy fucking her. Hunter began to thrust harder and faster, pounding his cock in her pussy to the point her breasts were jiggling all over the place. The increase in speed was not enough to break Christina. She lowered her head onto the mat, resting the left side of her face against the floor and elevating her ass. The cheeks split to reveal her dark hole.
"Do you want to make yourself wait to fuck THIS!?"
Quickly running her hands back, Christina gripped her own ass cheeks and spread them apart. The sight of her gaping ass hole was enough to make Hunter come to a sudden halt in her pussy. Christina saw no need to look into the mirror. She knew Hunter was shocked by the way he halted his movements. His cock was still in her pussy. Since he had not pulled out yet, Christina felt the need to taunt him with her seductive voice.
"Go ahead! You know you want to fuck my ass!"
Tapping her right hand fingers across her skin, Christina felt her ass hole gaping. A new idea came to her mind as something she had never tried before. She withdrew her right hand and curled her fingers into a fist. Hunter gasped when she pushed her fist into her ass. Christina bit her lower lip and used her left arm to slightly elevate herself, just far enough to gaze into the mirror. The look on his face was priceless. Christina groaned at the feeling of her entire hand pushing in and out of her ass. Bianca's eyes widened. She could not believe the action she was currently witnessing. She had taught Christina well about spreading her ass cheeks, but this was something she did not foresee by any means. Hunter finally pulled his cock from her pussy and stepped back. His grip on the chain loosened from the surprise of this moment. Christina leaned up and glanced beyond her shoulder to look at him. Hunter grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand out of her ass. He quickly replaced it with his cock.
"Ohhhhh, yes! That's it!"
Christina slapped her right ass cheek to spank herself before pressing her palm against the cheek again. Hunter began to immediately buck his hips, driving his cock into her ass with ease. It helped that her dark hole had been properly stretched out days before by Bianca's toys of choice. The chain dangled from his hand with a loose grip.
"Fuck my ass! Give it to me!!"
Christina moved her hands away from her ass cheeks. She used her hands to press down into the mat and elevate herself back up on all fours. Hunter's cock moved in and out of her ass at a fast pace. Smacking sounds were heard as her thick ass cheeks bounced with each full thrust. Christina could feel every inch of that hard cock pumping deeper into her ass.
"That's it! Just like that!! Give it to me! Give it to me as deep as you can fucking go!"
This was how she wanted to be fucked in the ass. To feel every inch of a cock pulsating and throbbing as it pumped back and forth. With each thrust, Hunter gritted his teeth and began to groan. He pulled on her chain, hoping that would be enough to tame the wild beast she had become. Christina knew better. She felt as if she were in control now, regardless of who was holding the chain. Hunter was not Brent. Her master would never be in a position like this where she could eventually take control of him. Gritting her teeth, Christina began to shove her ass back, forcing his cock in and out.
"YES!! YESSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!"
Chain links rattled and shook, following the smacking sounds made by Christina's movements. She found a rhythm, pushing her ass back over and over. Hunter was at a loss for words over this action. He stood there in amazement as she continued to work her ass on him.
"You like that!? You like how I work my ass over your cock!?"
She screamed at him with such authority that Hunter suddenly dropped the chain. Bianca's eyes widened at this sight. There was nothing to hold Christina back now. She felt the cold chain links fall on her back before sliding off her left side. That was not enough to distract her from still pushing her ass back to work that cock in and out of her booty. She rolled her hips, shaking her ass a few times before thrusting back. With each move she made, his cock disappeared in her ass, only to reappear seconds later.
"MY ASS WAS BUILT TO BE SLAMMED BY THE BIGGEST COCKS!!"
The door opened during her filthy speech, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Brent stepped into the room just in time to witness this moment. Bianca moved towards them, as Christina was so focused that she did not hear the door open or any foot steps. Even when the door slammed shut, that was not enough to break her concentration. Hunter leaned forward, unable to grab the chain. That did not matter anymore. The pressure and strength of her ass were pushing him to a climax he was unprepared for. His face was scrunched back as he tried to hold himself back. Christina wanted that cock to explode in her ass. She wanted nothing more than to experience her own orgasm without her pussy being touched and to feel his creamy seed flowing from her dark hole. With her teeth gritted again, she continued to pump herself back. Hunter tried to step back, nearly tripping in his stance.
"OHHHHHH, GOD!! I CAN'T HOLD IT!!"
He closed his eyes and cried out in pleasure. Brent and Bianca stood side by side, watching as Hunter became overwhelmed by Christina's lust. His dick erupted inside her ass, filling it with hot cum. That was enough to finally make Christina stop. She pumped all the way back, forcing every inch of his cock as deep as it could go in her booty. Hunter did not bother trying to pull out. He seemed to know that's where she wanted his cum, and Christina would not take it anywhere else. Panting and groaning, he took deep breaths in the sound of defeat. Brent crossed his arms over his chest as Bianca smiled wide, ready to give Christina applause for conquering this young man. Hunter swallowed his breath and muttered something under his voice. When he finally pulled his cock out of her ass. Christina put her face down, leaning forward with her ass up. She grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as the hot cum oozed out of her dark hole.
The cum trickled down the spread crack of Christina's ass. Hunter was still at a loss of words and shocked. The young man was supposed to dominate her, but Christina had turned the tables on him entirely. Christina was not done shocking him. After the fisting she gave her ass hole, she wanted to try it with her pussy. She took full advantage of having her hands free, now able to touch her womanhood. Gritting her teeth again, she growled before shoving her right hand between her legs. Her fingers balled into a fist that was a struggle to get inside. Growling loudly, she pushed her hand into her cunt and began to twist her fingers around. Her forearm jerked around. She needed to cum fast and that was all she was concerned about. The cum was still dripping from her ass with drops falling to the mat below. Christina screamed as she made herself cum.
Her juices flooded the mat. Christina just wanted to make sure she had a climax to share with this young man. She breathed heavily, planting her wet hand back into the mat and spreading her ass cheeks further. Hunter swallowed his breath, studying the beauty of her ass and his cum flowing out. Purely out of respect, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the left cheek of her ass. Christina grinned at feeling his warm lips and raised her hands off her ass. Hunter kissed the left cheek, then moved his lips to the right. A smug grin ran across her face as Christina rested her right hand under her chin. She felt so proud in this moment, knowing she had conquered Hunter with the power of her ass. He stepped away from her after the last kiss on her booty. When Christina turned her head to glance around the room, she finally noticed Brent. He held a chain in his left hand. Something shiny glowed from his right hand. A smile ran across his lips.
"Well done. You've made me proud today."
Bianca clapped her hands together slowly at first, then rapidly as she cheered her slave. Christina had passed a major test. Her eyes fixated on the shiny object in Brent's hand until she realized it was a collar. To make him smile was a reward in itself, but to earn a new collar made her truly happy. She had earned that collar by learning new ways to use her body for pleasure. Christina felt like a new woman. Through all these trials, she learned to embrace her sexual cravings in ways she would have never dreamed. As she gazed at her mistress, the two exchanged smiles. Someday, Christina knew she would serve alongside Bianca. Some day soon.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Massive overhaul to this series.
I have went back and corrected some errors and am doing more proofreading that was previously missed.
All chapters have now been combined into a single thread. The series evolved from a mystery involving Christina and now features a full cast.
The last chapter in 2024 was around the time I began having serious health issues, and I made several mistakes in my own editing. This has since been fixed.
After 2 and a half years, the wait is finally over and chapter 8 is done. It is one of the most ambitious projects and experimental stories I have ever written. I hope you all enjoy it.
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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 8
Starring: Christina Hendricks, Bianca Beauchamp, Maitland Ward, Aletta Ocean, Scarlett Johansson, Amanda Nicole
Codes: FF, MMF, FemDom, Lesbian, Slave, Collars and Chains, BDSM, Dungeon, Humiliation, Ritual, Mistress, Dominatrix, Latex, Spanking, Fisting, Rough Sex, Cages, Voyeurism, Orgy, Mystery, Suspense
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. Like all the other chapters, it was a result of our imaginations work together. I give him big credit for sticking with me over the years while I struggled with my health, and for him pushing me to evolve my writing in new directions. I would've never been able to write anything like this without him inspiring me and giving me the push to explore new horizons.
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Stomping heels echoed in the small room. The grey concrete walls had become a familiar sight to Christina Hendricks after her many nights living in the dungeon. Her surroundings became a second home away from her normal life of fame and luxury. She could not remember the last time she seen sunlight as the weeks passed into her training. Standing there naked, she tilted her head down to look at the floor. Her giant breasts made it difficult to see the full shape of her heels. The white robe that previously covered her voluptuous body was laying on the floor around her black high heels. Two other women were in the room besides her. A small wooden table was across the room where Bianca Beauchamp quietly stood. Christina found herself becoming more fond of Bianca as a friendly mistress as they spent time together. She wore one piece, black latex suit with long sleeves. Her heels were black to match the outfit and her blood red hair curled in a high ponytail.
Bianca noticed Christina glancing towards her direction. The light above cast shiny spots reflecting across her curves in the latex outfit. A zipper was visible from her waist, pushed far enough that her breasts were nearly spilling out. That was the only hint of skin Bianca was giving to her body. She looked at her slave and grinned. The other woman in the room was a mystery to Christina. Blue eyes and red hair made Christina think about herself when she saw this woman's face. The hair had an orange hue, similar to her own and different from Bianca's dyed color. Black leather, knee-high boots went with visible fishnet stockings covering her legs and a black matching bustier. Similar to Bianca, this woman her breasts pushed up, but with gold buttons instead of a zipper. Her hair flowed with perfect curls down her neck. Christina did not utter a word to her. It was Bianca who brought her to this room and did not inform her that another woman would be arriving shortly.
"Well, isn't this lovely to see. I knew the masters were not lying when they spoke your name. I just had to come and see for myself what Hollywood star they've been talking about."
The woman grinned after finishing her words. Christina saw her eyes fall from her face to study her famous breasts for a few brief seconds.
"I take it that you know who I am?"
"I do, yes. You're the wonderful Christina Hendricks, are you not? Hollywood bombshell, TV star of the silver screen."
Raising her eyebrows, Christina simply smiled. She knew better than to make a rude remark since she was not in a position of authority. From her first guess, this woman was another mistress.
"Who are you?"
"You wouldn't know who I am, but I'll tell you anyway. My name is Maitland Ward."
"You're right. I've never heard your name before in my life."
The snarky reply was met with a dirty look. Maitland held her head in pride before carrying on her speech.
"That doesn't surprise me. I never reached the level of fame in show biz that you've enjoyed since your time on Mad Men. I found my calling in a different industry these past few years."
Bianca giggled in her French-Canadian accent. She smiled before speaking.
"You could learn a thing or two from Maitland. She's an inspiration for women like us. I know you are one of us, Christina."
The compliments from Bianca made Maitland grin, but her focus was still on Christina. Despite overcoming the struggles of her early training, Christina was beginning to feel intimidated in the presence of this other woman. An aura of power was felt from how Maitland carried herself. There was something about her that made Christina believe she must have been a mistress of great importance.
"Does Bianca speak the truth? Are you like us?"
Looking into Maitland's eyes, Christina nodded her head.
"Yes. I want to be like both of you."
Maitland cleared her throat in a mocking gesture.
"That will be, 'yes Mistress' next time you speak to me."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
The apology did not make Maitland smile. She kept a stern expression while Bianca was grinning from behind her. The two women looked at each other and exchanged nods that left Christina standing there to wonder the meaning behind their silent gestures. Bianca moved her left hand and grabbed a shiny object Christina did not notice on the table. Maitland shifted her eyes back to Christina before ordering her.
"Hold your head up, slave."
Closing her eyes, Christina followed the order. She felt Maitland's breath blowing across her skin as something pushed into her collar. It took her a few seconds to realize it was the small key turning in the lock. The collar loosened for Maitland to carefully pull it off her neck. Christina opened her eyes and sighed. From the first day of her training until now, the collar felt like a part of her body. There were times she forgot about it until seeing her reflection cast in mirrors. In Maitland's hands was a different collar. Stainless steel glimmered in silver with a more elegant design. The front of the collar was curved with a narrow front point. The same metal ring was attached up front, but this collar had a more artistic design than the basic, thick metal one she previously wore.
"You've earned a new collar. I believe this one will compliment you better."
Christina smiled in excitement.
"Wow, really? I can't believe this."
Her lips curved into a radiant smile, flashing her full teeth. Bianca grinned at her.
"I picked it out. I thought the design would suit you well."
Closing her eyes again, Christina almost moaned at the feeling of the cold metal wrapping around her neck. Maitland turned the key to lock the collar in place. She playfully thumped the ring in front with her fingers. Christina opened her eyes and took a deep breath. A new collar meant a new level in her training. A step of the ladder had been successfully climbed. If there was a tier system in place with ranks, Christina was still unaware of what position she had just earned with this new collar. It was at least a step up from being an initiated leader.
"Does this mean I have a new rank since I have something new around my neck?"
Maitland and Bianca glanced at each other, chuckling quietly.
"So what am I now?"
"An obedient slut, maybe? Are you proud to call yourself that?"
Bianca bust out laughing at the other woman. The joke went over Christina's head. She did not realize they were sneering at her gesture of a title rank. There was no tier system for slaves where one had a higher rank above the other. Training came and went through progressions.
"I'm honored to earn my new collar, Mistress. Thank you."
Christina's reply made Bianca laugh louder. As she stood there naked, Christina folded her hands together and posed for the two women. Maitland grinned at her.
"So you're proud of yourself, huh? Are you going to beg to serve me like a good whore?"
Bianca's lips curved into one of the most sinister grins Christina had ever seen the woman make. She focused her eyes on Maitland since she was the mistress currently speaking.
"It would be an honor to serve you, Mistress. I guess I owe you since you so kindly gave me this new collar."
"You guess?"
Maitland snarled her speech as she gave Christina a dirty look. It was an act of intimidation, not unlike the stern gestures that Brent made her accustomed to seeing. Maitland's eyebrows quirked as she slowly formed a devious smile.
"If you're so eager to serve me, I will make arrangements. You'll have to excuse me to make a phone call and get lunch."
Nodding at her, Christina kept the smile.
"I would love nothing more than that."
Maitland turned to Bianca. They exchanged subtle glances, as if they were quietly speaking to each other with expressions alone. As Christina stood there, she watched Bianca move in front of her, eager to instruct the trainee.
"Put your robe back on. We're going on a short trip."
"Where are we going?"
"To Maitland's pleasure room. You will find this place quite satisfactory, I shall say."
Spoken in her strong French-Candian accent, Bianca's friendly smile reassured Christina of the wild ride that awaited her. Leaning down, she grabbed her robe and quickly slid her arms through the sleeves. Bianca grabbed the spare chain from the table and prepared it to attach to Christina's new collar. To her own personal amusement, she had yet to see her own reflection in a mirror. There was a sense of wonder, thinking of how visually the curved metal fit snugly around her throat. The feeling was satisfying. Had she went longer than a minute without the collar, Christina feared she would have felt something was wrong. Every passing night in the dungeon, the collar felt more like a part of her body than a simple device to lead her around the underground labryinth. It was a status symbol, not unlike an engangement band or wedding ring. The longer Christina was in the dungeon, the hands of time stood idle. She couldn't remember the last time she seen sunlight. She no longer cared about the world going by.
As the days passed, she no longer cared about her life outside the grey concrete walls. From the moment of her initiation, she felt as if she had entered a new life. Throughout the sexual games she played in the act of training, she felt a strange sense of liberation within. To explore her kinks freely and embrace a new lifestyle had brought Christina a level of satisfaction she never knew she wanted. In a matter of days at the hotel, she had explored some of her wildest fantasies that she never got to share with her husband. Her failed marriage was a memory back to her past life that she no longer regretted. Deep in her thoughts, she found herself thinking about Brent. The last time she saw her master, he was fucking another whore with Bianca's guiding hand. Four days without seeing him weighed heavily on her mind. Christina expected him to be the one to unlock the collar from her neck and congratulate her. Maybe she would be seeing him again later. Or maybe not. She had her duties to carry out today in the service of Mistress Maitland.
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1 HOUR LATER
Hot air filled the room with burning incense. The scent was a icky enough to make someone gag. Tiny flames flickered from small, wooden pillars holding a set of candles in the back of the room. Their light illuminated a painting of a black Leviathan cross on the concrete wall. Time had faded the art long ago. Across the wall was a similar glyph of a triangle with an eye inside. The largest piece of old artwork was on the floor. A giant pentagram was once etched into the floor. The lines had faded into the floor from the passing of time. Sharp dents and cracks in the floor told a tale that this room had seen much use throughout time. A throne chair sat in the middle of the pentagram. The position of the chair was arranged where whomever was seated would see the symbol properly inverted. Whatever the story was in the past, all Christina knew was that this place was Maitland's domain. The only thing that mattered was serving her new mistress.
When Bianca brought her to the room, Maitland was still busy elsewhere. Christina was ordered to sit on a wooden bench across the room. Bianca so kindly locked her hands in cuffs attached to the walls. The chains spread Christina's arms out, not unlike the restraints she was locked in during previous sessions. She hung her head and patiently waited for Maitland's arrival. During the time spent there, Christina noticed the drawings in the room. This was not the first pentagram she saw down here. The strange cross and eye symbol were unsettling. She tried to ignore the thoughts, but Christina could not help but think about their meaning. There had to be something sinister going on in this place besides the kinky bondage games. The smell in the air was thick, adding another layer of the oppressive spirit in this chamber. Christina's eyes focused on the throne chair. The wooden legs were painted black, almost blending in with the cushion seats, back and armrest. Christina tried to study the fancy carvings in the legs until Maitland arrived.
The mistress made her presence known quickly by the stomping of her heels. Christina turned her head when the door slammed shut. Maitland carried a leather bound riding crop in her left hand and a ring of jangling keys in her right. She did not say a single word as she walked towards Christina and attached a chain to the front ring of her collar. She unlocked the cuffs around her wrists and hauled on the chain like a leash, forcing Christina to the floor. 'Leave the robe on the floor. You will wear nothing when you serve me'. Those were the only words Maitland spoke as she forced Christina to approach the throne from all fours. The robe slipped off her body to be discarded on the floor. Her hands and knees pressed against the cold floor as she moved like a dog. Maitland locked the chain to a small anchor on the right hand armrest. She turned her back to Christina, allowing her to witness her plump ass in the bustier outfit for a moment as she stomped away from the chair.
Christina focused on the chair now that she could properly view the back cushion. The black leather was embroidered with white stitching to make a Kabbalah tree of life. This was yet another strange, occult symbol to witness in this room. The chair contained several scratch marks and paint fading to reveal the charred wood texture underneath. It gave the impression that like the rest of the room, this chair had seen lifetimes of use. Christina did not utter a word as she wondered what was the point of the mysterious emblems. Maitland was behind the chair fiddling with something on the table from behind. The chain links rattled as Christina tried to rise up and see what the mistress was occupied with. She sat up on her knees and pressed her hands onto her giant breasts. Flexing her elbows, Christina anticipated Maitland's call. She marched to the slave and stopped. Her hands were hidden behind her back. Maitland watched Christina's big blue eyes scan her body. The fishnet stockings still covered her slender legs.
"Are you ready to serve me, whore?"
"I've been ready since the moment you collared me."
Such eager words did not force a smile on Maitland's face. She blinked her eyes before stepped away from the slave.
"Very well. I've seen what you've done so far slut. It's not bad for as long as you've been here but we're just getting started."
Christina's eyes lock onto Maitland as she approaches the table again. This time, she had a better view of it from the side. Dildos, plugs, and other sex toys were the contents sitting there waiting for proper use. She watched Maitland grab something red before turning around to hide it behind her back.
"I've got a surprise for you."
In her right hand, Maitland's fingers gripped a massive double-ended, translucent red dildo. The hard plastic was textured and contained a few holes from bite marks to show it's past usage. Maitland finally smirked when she saw the bewildered reaction on Christina's face.
"Oh my god, that thing is huge."
"What's the matter? Twenty four inches too big for you?"
"No, that's not-"
Maitland cut her speech off, talking over her.
"Good. I was thinking that it was big enough for us to both play. But we need to focus on you first. After all, this is a learning session for you."
Pausing for a moment, Maitland snapped her fingers with her free hand.
"Help me take this thing off."
She was referring to the bustier hugging her chest and cunt. Christina leaned up and placed her hands on Maitland's hips. The fabric of the outfit sent a cool breeze on her palms. She carefully unbuttoned the top and watched Maitland's heavy boobs spill free. Christina's first thought was just how good those tits would feel rubbing against her own. Maitland helped her by pulling the bustier off. She tossed it to the floor while watching Christina's eyes focus on her exposed cunt. The wetness on her pink folds was clearly visible. Not a single hair was seen above her clit. Christina licked her lips as she wished she was getting to taste that fresh pussy instead of the plastic end of a dildo. Maitland sat on the thrown and spread her legs as she held the dildo upside down, twisting her fingers around one end of the toy.
"Open wide."
The tone of her voice shifted entirely with that first command. There was no question who was in charge based on how sternly Maitland ordered the slave. Christina opened her mouth wide, eagerly darting her tongue out for the dildo. Maitland fed it into her hungry mouth and watched as Christina tried to lock her lips around it. The dildo was so thick, Christina tried to bite it to gain control. Maitland pulled back, almost tugging it out of her mouth entirely.
"Are you biting it? I consider that to be cheating."
Loosening her teeth, Christina felt the dildo slide out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry Mistress. It won't happen again."
"Don't bite it. As much as I've heard about how good you are at sucking dick, this should be an easy task for you. Shove it to the back of your throat and go to work."
Opening her mouth wide, Christina was ready for a second try. Maitland shoved the dildo between her lips again. It pushed further down Christina's throat causing her to gag within seconds. Maitland sighed in frustration. She stood up from the throne. Her hands turned the dildo, twisting it around in Christina's mouth. This made it easier for her tongue as she tried to maintain the position. Christina pressed her hands over her giant breasts, just to touch herself while concentrating.
"I thought you would do a better job than this."
Once more, she pulled the dildo out of Christina's mouth. The actress only had a few seconds to breathe as Maitland slapped her across the left side of her face. That was a harsh reality check for Christina.
"What was that for? I can suck it better if you just give me a fucking chance!"
Maitland reared her hand back and smacked Christina a second time.
"Drop the attitude right now. You don't have the right to cuss at me."
She snorted and then Christina saw a wad of saliva land on the floor near her left knee.
"Lick it up."
Gazing up at her, Christina gave the woman a dirty look with pursed lips. Her eyes did the talking before she lowered her mouth and sniffed the cold, concrete floor. This was a disgusting thing to do, but Christina was not going to fight the command of her mistress. She licked up the spit and leaned up, parting her lips to show her. Maitland responded by shoving the dildo between her lips again. She slowly pushed several inches into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she concentrated while feeling the thick plastic rub against the back of her throat. For the time being, Christina had relaxed herself and sucked eagerly. The dildo began twisting in her mouth again, but it didn't hinder her ability to continue sucking. She felt Maitland's free hand grip her hair, tugging at several locks. Her touch only made Christina suck harder, not wanting her concentration to be broken.
"You work better when you're pissed off. I like that."
A sinister laugh followed Maitland's short speech. She jammed the dildo further down Christina's throat to test her limits. Christina's hands pressed against her breasts in a desperate effort to prevent herself from choking. But it was too late when her eyes watered up. Maitland quit moving the toy when she saw the stream of tears run down the corners of her eyes. She used her left hand to grasp at Christina's red locks of hair. A muffled moan and grunt was heard as the actress undoubtedly bit down into the toy.
"Suck it as far as you can take it."
The grip of her fingers tightened as Maitland roughly tried to fuck Christina's mouth with the dildo. More tears down her cheeks, but Christina was bound and determined to prove herself to this demanding mistress. She unlocked her teeth, no longer biting into the thick plastic. Maitland twisted the dildo in a slow pace with one hand while jerking her head foreward with the other. After several seconds, she came to a momentary halt.
"Not bad, but not great either."
Christina felt the dildo pulling out of her mouth. With a chance to breath, she coughed and gagged a small amount of saliva that ran out of her mouth and spilled onto her breasts below. As she wiped her eyes, Maitland turned her back to her.
"Just sit right there. I think you need a dry end to work with."
Christina's entire view became the sight of Maitland's pale, thick booty. The cheeks split and she rubbed the wet end of the dildo down the crack. Christina leaned back, planting her hands on the cold floor as if to try and avoid her ass. Maitland found her dark little hole and shoved the properly lubed end of the dildo inside of her.
"Ohhhhh, yeah..."
Her voice was a faint whisper, moaning in pleasure. Christina was unsure of what to say as she swallowed her breath. The dry end of the dildo hovered above her face.
"Put it in your mouth, slave."
From gut instincts, Christina knew not to make her give the command a second time. She shoved the opposite end of the dildo into her mouth. Her tongue slathered around, wetting it as she pushed it further down her throat. The chain attached to her collar rattled as Maitland tugged it, causing Christina's head to jerk forward and push the dildo further down her throat. Christina reached up with one hand to finally grasp at the dildo, just to maintain herself as a few more inches pushed into Maitland's ass. She was struggling to maintain this awkward position with the dildo serving both ends to connect the women.
"I didn't tell you that you could use your hands! Let go of it, whore!"
Unsure of how her actions were seen by the mistress, Christina let go of the dildo. She did not think that Maitland felt the movements inside her ass from how she gripped it. The mistress planted her hands on her knees, leaning over as she worked the dildo into her ass. Christina felt more inches slide to the depths of her throat, truly testing the limits of how much she could take. Her eyes didn't water up this time as a sign of progress. The further the opposite end pushed into Maitland's ass, the closer her booty cheeks came to touching Christina's face. She closed her eyes in anticipation for that moment. At any moment now, Christina knew she was about to feel that ass pressing against her face.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. I wonder if you could handle this. From the moment we met, you thought you had become something after getting a new collar. Such strong arrogance."
Maitland began to laugh after pausing in her speech. Her firm ass cheeks rubbed against Christina's face. Taking a deep breath, Maitland moaned as she reached back with her right hand and grabbed a fist full of Christina's hair. In her right hand she clutched the chain still locked to the throne chair.
"Ever since I learned that you were down here, I've been thinking about you. I like to wonder sometimes what our lives would look like if the roles were reversed. I could've had a long career on TV in my late thirties and forties like you. But I think the real question is how long would you last in porn?"
Her voice changed slightly in her final words. A stern grunt could be heard as Maitland lectured Christina. She rolled her hips, grinding her phat ass onto the actress' face as she went off into a wild rant.
"You're built for it. I just don't know how long would last with professionals fucking the brakes off of you. I know whores like you in Hollywood. You would suck off any critic if he promised to vote for you in the Emmys. It's not that easy in the porn business, I can tell you that much."
Christina gasped as she struggled to breathe. Maitland continued to rub her ass against her face while pushing her to the limit. This was a test to see how well she could control herself in heavy breathing. Just when she thought she was done, Christina suddenly felt Maitland's fingers pinching her left nipple. 'Seven, Eight, Nine...', faint whispers told her that the mistress was counting the number of seconds to let her breathe. Christina had to rely on her nose that was pressed into the crack of Maitland's beautiful ass. After fifteen seconds, Maitland sat up to allow her to breathe properly.
"I will teach you the hard way how to embrace the whore inside you. That's the only way you'll truly learn anything at your age."
Grinding her ass onto her face, Maitland growled between deep gasps. Christina did not pay attention to her words. Her one focus was on breathing. The tone of her voice told her that there was some deep resentment and possible jealousy from this other woman. It could have also been a mind game, since Christina knew by now to expect such things from her authority figures. Maitland leaned up and let go of her hair. She snatched the dildo out of Christina's mouth abruptly and then pulled it out of her ass. While gasping for air, Christina shut her eyes and leaned forward. She heard the hard plastic knocking on the floor. Maitland tugged on the chain, digging the collar into Christina's neck to alert her. When she opened her eyes, the mistress was standing in front of her. Sitting down on the throne, Maitland spread her legs and pulled Christina's chain again.
She knew what her mistress wanted. There was no need to give the order. All the woman had to do was point at her wet cunt with her free hand. Christina was relieved to have her wish fulfilled. She thought about this pussy before the training began. From where Maitland sat in the throne, she witnessed the actress crawl further from the tip of the pentagram and place her head between her thighs. Maitland bit her lower lip as she felt Christina's tongue slither beyond her wet folds. She did not utter a word as she let go of the chain and let the metal links dangle onto Christina's shoulder. Christina wasted no time moving her tongue in and out of that sweet pussy. As she began eating Maitland, she felt a burning sensation develop between her own thighs. She hoped that her mistress would not be offended at her using her hand to pleasure herself. Maitland closed her eyes and moaned softly.
"You should feel honored to have the privilege to eat my pussy. I don't normally allow Hollywood whores like you to have this honor."
Those words had an effect on Christina to lick faster and harder. Her own hand was busy playing with her pussy. She shoved her middle and ring fingers inside of her, wiggling them in the same way her tongue moved around inside of Maitland. She could feel her mistress' cold eyes glaring down at her. The sound of her voice crying in pleasure was the only way to know she was fulfilling her duty. Mailtand squeezed her legs around Christina's head, trapping her in the position.
"Look at me, you fucking whore."
Maitland grinned, flashing her teeth beneath her puffy red lips. It was an expression that left Christina unsure if she was angry, happy or perhaps, both? There was something in her whole demeanor that told Christina that this woman was envious of her. The feeling was mutual in a way.
"Make me cum as hard as you can. Show me what you can do with this slutty tongue of yours."
Christina had something to prove. She was already working as hard, but now it was a direct order from her mistress. Only Maitland's orgasm mattered, so Christina pulled her fingers out of her own cunt. The feeling of those strong legs squeezing around her head was already enough to make her work harder. Christina darted her tongue in and out of that pussy, snaking the tip as deep as she could Maitland bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Christina felt the palm of her right hand pressing against her head as the woman moaned loudly.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Work for it! Keep licking! Do not even think about stopping!"
Beyond the harshness of her voice was a level of excitement. Christina continued to lick Mailtand's pussy as she felt the legs tightening around her head. She could barely hear anything except white noise and heavy breathing. Like all the other tests she had overcome in this place, Christina refused to let this deter her focus. It was not just about following commands. She wanted to taste Maitland's sweet honey so badly. When the woman's legs loosened around her head, Christina knew she was close. Maitland grabbed her clit between two fingers, pinching it as she gritted her teeth. Christina's tongue shook inside of her until finally, the moment was reached. Maitland snarled animalistic growls from her gritted teeth. Her body tensed up as her juices blasted to the back of Christina's throat. She swallowed repeatedly just to prevent herself from choking on the amount of cum Maitland delivered.
The taste of cum only satisfied her craving temporarily. Christina swallowed again. She took a deep breath as she thought about this wild ride Maitland had just put her through. To hear her mistress panting and trying to catch her breath, she at least knew that she had delivered a powerful orgasm unto her. Maitland opened her eyes and licked her lips. When she glanced down she had an obedient whore waiting for her next command. Christina aimed to please. She was past the point of no return. Maitland's harsh test awakened new desires inside of her. More than anything right now, she needed a cock. A real one and not just any hard pole. It would need to be big and thick to satisfy her needs. Licking her lips, Christina felt her throat aching as Maitland got up from the throne. Her boots thumped into the floor. Christina gazed up, looking at her with her big blue eyes. Exhaling a deep breath, Maitland rested her right hand on her shoulder as she gave Christina a stern look.
"You did a good job making me cum. But you're a long ways from being the kind of whore I want to work with."
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7 HOURS LATER
Back in her cell, Christina let out a frustrated sigh in solitude. The white robe was tucked over her body and hair pinned in a high ponytail. She finally witnessed the design of her new collar but lacked the enthusiasm to celebrate the moment. Mistress Maitland had pushed her to a new limit. Knowing her efforts were not enough to please the woman, Christina felt complete dissatisfaction seething inside her. She wasn't angry at Maitland. For every woman who had ever signed their names on that slave contract, all began in the same position. From the bottom, they had to rise to the top. How long did that take? Weeks? Months? Years? Christina felt her sense of time slipping away. She no longer could determine how many days were passing by. In her cell, she had limited distractions. Without a cellphone, she could not mentally escape to another world online. Christina had no desire to do anything like that. Her focus was entirely on the present. Her sense of daydreaming came in the form of wondering where her master had gone. She missed Brent's predominant presence. When he was present, the atmosphere of a room shifted.
Where was he? She had no way to contact him and was only left guessing where his attention was currently focused. Christina frowned at the thought of him spending time with another whore besides her. Envious feelings clouded her mind, but she set those thoughts aside when thinking of her mistresses. Christina had a bond with Bianca. She didn't feel the same for Maitland. What if she needed to earn Maitland's approval to see Brent again? She asked herself so many questions, wondering where her master had gone. As she sat on the bed, Christina felt a warm desire building between her thighs. Exhaling a deep breath, she avoided the temptation to touch herself. First her cunt, then her ass. The recent memories of anal training gave her a sense of pleasure she had never known that she would desire in her life. Licking her lips, she sighed again. The silence of the cell block was deafening. So many thoughts from the depths of her mind were filling the quiet air. All of it was interrupted by the sound of boots stomping down the hall. Someone was coming. Christina sat on the bed, waiting as she saw the blackness of a stretching shadow across the concrete hall. The figure appeared to be Mistress Bianca wearing a different latex outfit.
"Mistress?"
Christina spoke before Bianca stopped. Her bright red hair was pulled back into a French bun. She smiled at Christina, spreading her legs in the skin-tight bodysuit. Every inch of her body was hidden beneath a shiny red suit. Similar to her previous outfit, this one had a silver zipper up the middle. It was pushed down far enough to show her busty cleavage. In Bianca's left hand was a metal ring of keys and a dangling chain. She grinned at Christina through the bars and raised the key before shoving it into the hole. The cell door slid open, and she stood there.
"Come with me, Christina."
"Yes, Mistress."
Quickly rising from the bed, Christina stepped closer to Bianca. She guessed the chain was to be attached to her collar. Tilting her head, she eagerly awaited to be leashed. This was a subtle sign of the respect Christina had for her mistress. Bianca carefully linked the chain to the metal ring at the front of her collar.
"I take it that we're going somewhere?"
"Indeed we are."
Bianca replied in her thick Canadian-French accent.
"Another training session to finish the day?"
Bianca smirked, giggling lightly under her breath.
"No, you've done enough training today. Mistress Maitland has summoned all slaves to a private show."
Whatever excitement that Christina possibly had suddenly faded away at the mention of Maitland's name. Bianca motioned on the floor, pointing at Christina's heels close by in a silent gesture. The chain had enough slack to allow her to lean down. She smiled at the kindness that Bianca showed her with a reminder to slip on her shoes. Together they left the cell, heels stomping in rhythm with heavy boots. The drumming sound echoed down the hall with the rattling of the chain link.
"What kind of show is this? Will my master be there?"
"I've already told you it is a private show for sluts in training. That means you. I've selected you myself, so consider it a privilege. You will be with the other sluts I like."
Christina blushed, smiling wide at the affection Mistress Bianca showed her. They continued to walk down the end of the corridor when Bianca stopped. She turned, glancing at Christina with her dark eyes.
"We have time if you would like to grab a bite to eat or a drink."
"I'm not hungry, but thank you for asking."
"Alright then, you're ready. Let's go, dear."
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No signs were on the walls as Christina was led down a series of long, linear, winding hallways. There were several twists and turns going east, west, and south. The underground section of the hotel proved to be a true labyrinth. Bianca knew where to go. Another cell block became visible to Christina's watchful eyes. The cells were all deserted, lights on, and doors slid open. The emptiness was a sign of the company she would be meeting soon. Bianca led Christina to a wide space with hallways extending in all four directions. In the center of this room was a door leading to another giant square room. Outside the black metal door, no sound could be heard. Bianca opened the door, leading Christina in like a prized pet. Another door awaited in a small hallway with nooks on both sides. Two posts split the secluded areas on both sides to create six spaces. Two women stood in five spaces. Off to the upper left side was a nook with only a single girl standing. Short with blonde hair, a white robe, and a black metal collar. Bianca led Christina to stand next to this unknown woman. From the arrangement, Christina believed all of the girls had to be slaves chosen by Bianca.
A dozen slaves gave Christina a strong impression of Bianca's status. She didn't know if they were all chosen by her, but it was fun to believe this on first impression. Stepping closer, Bianca unlocked the chain from the ring of Christina's collar. It dangled, links clinking together loudly. Glancing around, Christina noticed that most women had different collars. A black-haired woman with blue eyes had the same one attached to her neck. Another had a metallic red collar with a gold ring. Apart from the black steel collar she noticed earlier, the rest were basic metal training collars. The kind that she wore until earlier in the day when she received her new one. Christina stood quietly, eyes focusing on the body language of her mistress. Without speaking a single word, Bianca was firmly in control. She stepped towards the entrance door and turned around, then marched forward. All the slaves followed her every step, eyes focusing on her voluptuous body tucked in the tight latex outfit. It was a sign of respect that no slave spoke aloud to disturb this calm serenity. For the first time since signing her contract, Christina felt solidarity among the other women who made the bold choice to walk this path in life.
"Are we ready?"
"Yes, Mistress."
All the women spoke simultaneously to create a strong chorus of blending accents and voices. Bianca placed her left hand on her hip. The chain was still clutched by her right hand fingers along with the ring cell keys. A nod of approval at the discipline of her favored slaves. She turned to face the door and then pushed it open.
"Follow me."
Beyond the door was a large room with a ceiling that was slightly higher than any of the halls or the cell blocks. The walls were painted black with red symbols extending across every wall. The symbols were faded, with some paint chipping away from the passage of time. Christina didn't have time to focus on the art as Bianca led the girls across the concrete floor and to large cages. The floor was lowered several feet to create knee-deep holes. The gray stone floor eroded with time, with dried stains, cracks, and small dents. Around them were thick metal bars creating cages. The confined space was large enough to contain multiple people in a tight space to make the experience more intimate. All the women gazed around, undoubtedly noticing that this was only the first of three cages. On the far side of the room was another door. It swung open, revealing a black haired woman wearing nylon leggings, tall heels, and a black leather jacket. From afar, one could see the enhancements that made her body. If there was a definition of "bimbo fuck doll," it was her. She marched forward, leading her own slaves to the cage on the opposite side of the room. As the mistress stepped around, Christina studied her features.
From behind, the first thing she noticed was an ass that looked surgically embedded. One could've accurately labeled it 'bolted on.' Above the booty, Christina noticed a tattoo of a tiger across her left shoulder and another smaller tattoo under her right wrist. Long jet black hair ran down the middle of her black, freshly cleaned, and shiny. Her huge tits were obviously fake. No top shielded them, leaving everyone to witness the flawlessness of her surgical procedures. Anytime Christina saw a woman like that with fake tits, she felt more smug about her own natural chest. No whispers were heard among the slaves. The mistress guided her girls in a clear accent that sounded as if English was not her first language. Most of her slaves had the same steel training collar that was easily noticeable. Christina spotted one that had the same collar as her and briefly smiled. The girls standing near Christina turned their eyes to the center of the room, where a large black leather throne sat quietly with the hint of wooden tables behind. The chair sat neglected for the time being, soon to be used properly. Bianca stood behind her slaves and then spoke in a low, commanding voice.
"Robes to the floor."
The other mistress gave a similar command, but Christina couldn't make out the words in her thick accent. At once, two dozen slaves dropped their robes and exposed their nude bodies. Most had pale skin, a testament to time spent living underground. From behind the throne, a door opened, and the final mistress made her presence known with thunderous stomps of high heels. Mistress Maitland arrived with only two slaves accompanying her from behind. Both were brunettes wearing white robes. One sported a black metal collar. The other had the most elegant collar Christina had seen yet. Shiny, metallic gold with a matching ring. It was covered in scratch marks and had a few noticeable dings around the edges. The wear and tear told a story of how long it had been locked around the woman's neck. Maitland walked her slaves to the center cage. Their robes dropped without needing a spoken order. She opened the cage door and then commanded them.
"Every whore in this room, get in the pit right now."
The pit. Was that the name of this large room? Something clicked from Maitland's speech, and Christina understood a bit better. Three mistresses had selected their own slaves who were deemed worthy of this event. This was some form of test. Christina lowered her head, watching four of Bianca's slaves enter their designated pit. She was the fifth. The descent was steep. One after another, the girls crowded into the pit until their bodies were pressing together. Bianca shut the door and then locked it. Maitland did the same. The dark-haired mistress did too. Christina moaned as her naked body was pressed against three other women. Her massive tits rubbed against the back of another woman. She had moved herself into the corner with only inches of space to herself, crammed with all the other women. Similar moans were heard from the other cage on the far side of the room. Only the middle pit contained two women who had much space to themselves. Of all the many girls in this room, only two slaves impressed Maitland enough for her to pick them for this night. That spoke volumes to Christina in regards to the high demands for perfection that came with training.
Bianca approached Maitland and handed her the chain. The other mistress joined, all of them moving in and exchanging small talk. None of their words could be heard over all the moans, whimpers, and soft sounds of bodies meshing together. Maitland stomped behind the throne. Bianca and the other woman stood across from their respective cages, studying the way their nude slaves reacted to being packed into the tight space. Christina moaned, feeling the bars against her back as she tried to contain herself in one of the corners. All of them were waiting for their mistress to give a command. What were they to do? The thought was interrupted with the sound of gasps. Maitland returned in view alongside Aletta. They grabbed the tables from behind the throne and slid them in front. Black metal legs had visible paint chips missing from years of heavy use. Another device was brought out from behind the chair. Two dark wooden tables held by metal pipes as legs. A large hole in the center and two smaller ones to the side. A vintage pillory that had also been used extensively throughout the years.
"All of you sluts, listen up!"
Mistress Maitland spoke firmly in command. Her voice echoed throughout the room as she stood directly in front of the pillory. Aletta was to her right, Bianca to the left. Silence fell as she addressed the slaves.
"You have all been gathered tonight for a special show."
Her right hand pointed to the cage on the far left side.
"Chosen by Mistress Aletta."
Then her other hand pointed to the right side cage.
"Picked by Mistress Bianca."
Her hands fell, refusing to acknowledge the two slaves she had picked herself. The name of the other mistress was now properly revealed. Aletta stepped towards the throne and grabbed an item. She returned, handing Maitland a black leather riding crop. The mistresses exchanged kind smiles and subtle nods. With the riding crop in her right hand, Maitland tapped the leather tip across her open left palm and carried on addressing the slaves.
"You are all nasty whores. That is the one thing you all have in common with each other. All of you are slaves in training. Some have been here longer than others. Until tonight, none of you have been this close to one another."
A devilish smile went across her face, giving a second meaning to her words. The one time slaves were granted companionship to bond with each other, it came most unexpectedly. No longer divided by individual cells, they were now cramped together. Body pressing against body, feet nearly stepping over each other. The chorus of voices created a harmony of temptations. Christina had yet to pay much attention to the slaves surrounding her. Maitland tapped the crop against her palm and spoke again.
"There are twenty-nine women in this room. Three mistresses and twenty-six whores among us."
Judging by the tone of Maitland's voice, there was a tiny bit of dissatisfaction. Twenty-nine was not an even number. Someone was missing. Another mistress perhaps? Most likely a slave. Christina silently counted in her head. She realized that Bianca and Aletta had both chosen a dozen slaves each. Maitland picked her own duo, whom she didn't even acknowledge. Twenty-six total slaves. None of them united through any form of training. The only time Christina had ever been around other slaves prior to tonight, she was undergoing a particular test from her own master.
"I like to see obedience."
Her words were finally met with complete silence from the pits. No replies or any faint sounds from any of the slaves. All three mistresses quietly smiled at the conformative behavior occurring from the slaves. Christina was among them all, remaining quiet and soaking in the shared submission.
"You were all chosen for a reason. All of you sluts get to enjoy a show tonight. But there is only one of you who be joining us."
Her message was received with a strong reaction. It all made sense now. The mistresses were going to have their fun while observing how the twenty-six selected slaves reacted. Permission was granted to sexually express themselves however they desired. Whatever dirty deeds may become noticeable and approved by the mistresses. Christina gasped as she felt several bodies moving around her. She watched as Maitland twirl the riding crop in her hand. Aletta and Bianca stood back. This was Maitland's show. She was the leader and in full control. Her heels stomped as she walked towards the the right side cage. Maitland's eyes scanned across all the slaves. Shoulders briefly rubbing against each other. When she noticed Christina, she pointed the riding crop at her from outside the bars.
"You."
Two women pointed at each other. One with black hair and the other who was a blonde. Christina saw Maitland's eyes and was aware that she was the intended slave chosen. Bianca stepped closer to the cage, holding a key in her hand. She inserted it and turned, unlocking the door. Her brown eyes fell on Christina and she nodded before speaking in a low voice.
"Get up, Christina."
Maitland screamed the order.
"Hollywood slut! Get out of the cage!"
A few women close by whispered to each other in hushed tones. Christina climbed up from the pit and crawled out. Maitland reached down and curled her index finger into the ring of her collar. She pulled Christina to her feet and marched her towards the tables. The other mistress had walked behind the throne and returned with a small leather bag and a purple flogging whip. The contents of the bag were already taken out and lined up on the table. Christina only had seconds to see the red plastic strap-ons. Her leering eyes missed the other tools. Three red, translucent plastic dildos, all with a length exceeding twenty inches. Maitland turned Christina to face the three cages while Bianca locked the right pit door. Every woman from the pits was staring at Christina. She could feel their eyes burning into her. She swallowed and exhaled a deep breath, preparing herself for what would be a true test. If she faltered, the humiliation would be unbearable. Every slave in the cages would witness the moment. As she stood there, Christina briefly closed her eyes.
"Eyes to the floor."
Mistress Aletta snapped her fingers after uttering the first order to Christina. She stood to the left, quietly observing her behavior. There was no formal greeting whatsoever. Aletta only gave instructions of where she wanted Christina's eyes. As she gazed down, the slaves watched carefully. A sharp gasp was heard as Bianca pulled an object from the black bag. A black latex peaked hat with the word 'BITCH' in silver letters. She put it on, carefully adjusting the height at the sound of cheers and whistles. Christina fought the urge to raise her eyes and glance around. She could feel all the slaves looking at her body. Did any of them recognize her? Speculating like this was a waste of time. Christina knew what was coming as the heels and boots moved behind her.
"Turn around, whore."
Maitland ordered her. As she turned her body, she saw her mistress standing in front of her. The strap-on was properly tightened around her waist. A subtle hint of what was coming. The riding crop was absent from her hand. It sat on the left side table.
"Are you ready to further your training tonight?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Despite Bianca telling her this wasn't a training exercise, Christina was not surprised. However this event proceeded, she was fairly confident that it would end messily. If there was any guarantee, that was it. The plastic cocks on each strap-on appeared to measure precisely at the same length. To Christina's estimate, they were on par with her Master Brent's strong pole. Bianca approached Christina, clutching one of the dildos in her hands.
"Spread your legs."
After she spoke, Maitland followed on.
"This is a test of multi-tasking. We'll know if you are doing a good enough job if you can manage to get every whore in the pits excited. We'll know if they're turned on."
The last spoken words made Aletta curve her puffy, dick sucking lips into a sinister smile. Bianca was more caring towards her. Christina was unsure what to expect of this new mistress. With her legs spread, Christina watched Bianca gently push the dildo into her cunt. She moaned, breaking the silence the slaves shared.
"Ohhhhhhhh..."
Little reaction was met from the pits. Christina didn't turn her head to gaze in that direction. The audience was of no concern to her. Bianca twisted the dildo, pushing it deeper until Christina squealed. Her voice echoed while Maitland shook her head.
"Already getting loud? This will be over fast then. Guess you won't last that long."
The mistress taunted her as she stepped forward and then pointed to the floor.
"Get on your fucking knees."
One hand pressed against the cold concrete, then the next. Christina adjusted her knees, giving a side profile view to the caged slaves. Her massive tits dropped, nipples rubbing against the floor. Aletta stood in front of her while Maitland stepped behind. Bianca was to the side, hands resting on her hips and observing the moment. The latex mistress grabbed Maitland's riding crop and prepared it for use. Christina glanced up, trying to make eye contact with Aletta. Her vision was blocked by the big fake tits bolted onto her body. When the bimbo mistress caught her gaze, she spoke softly.
"Eyes down."
Her accent came out stronger, leaving Christina to guess her intended tone.
"I'm ready to destroy this whore. She was always too good for Hollywood. She wanted to be a sex symbol but never got her tits out. That's the kind of arrogance she brings to the table. Let's see if she can handle us."
As soon as Maitland finished speaking, she spread Christina's ass cheeks with one hand. To give her mistress easier access, Christina leaned back and let the cheeks split. She knew something was about to be pushed into her ass. No time to think about it. Christina gritted her teeth as she felt the strap-on cock pushing through her tight hole. When she whimpered, Maitland pushed harder. This was the closest Christina could imagine Brent taking her. She wished it was a real cock, but this pleasure was better than nothing. Thinking of him, she thought of how to make him proud. If only he was here to witness this intense training ritual. With the cock firmly in her ass, Maitland reached between Christina's thighs with her right hand gripped the toy. Twirling it back and forth, she pushed it as deep as it could go. The double penetration sensation made Christina cry out.
"FUCK!!"
The first true scream of the night, echoing throughout the large room. Voices whispering and moaning could be heard from the caged pits. Slight movement followed with bodies shifting around. Boobs rubbed against boobs, and wandering hands went across skin. Christina was unable to witness any of it with her head lowered. She became curious and turned her head, glancing at the cages. Her action was met by Aletta shoving her left heel onto the right side of Christina's face and sending her to the floor with a faint sound.
"Eyes down."
Aletta reinforced the order with her foot. Christina's mouth was open, almost drooling on the floor as the heel pressed against her face. Some day she would wear this heel, Christina quietly thought to herself. She wanted to be a mistress so badly, and if this was the cost she had to pay, then it was worth it. All of those thoughts went away from the feeling of Maitland thrusting the strap-on dick in and out of her ass. Deeper, every inch managed to fit. No way to scream with her face still pressed against the floor. Christina's vision was somewhat blurry as she gazed forward at the cages. The slaves were starting to move in the left and right cages. She could see the two slaves chosen by Maitland standing there with a hand slipped between their thighs. Christina could barely make out the movement of their arms. They were not the first or only ones to be pleasuring themselves to this erotic showcase of deserved punishment and brutal training. Mailtland pulled the strap-on back and then slowly pushed it back into Christina's thick ass. Her moans became incoherent, difficult to decipher from the position of her face against the floor.
"What's the matter, whore? I can't make out a single word you're trying to say."
Another thrust and then moans followed from the cages. All the slaves began trading soft touches. A hand for a hand sharing pleasure. None of which was for Christina. As Aletta's boot lifted from her face, Bianca was more than excited to remind the slave of her looming, quiet presence. The riding crop came down, smacking the left side of Christina's ass. The slave moaned, and Bianca did it again, delivering a harder swat as Maitland withdrew the plastic cock for another rough thrust. Christina gasped, opening her mouth. Aletta did not say a word as she brushed the plastic strap-on dick against Christina's left cheek. Taking the hint, Christina slid her lips around it. She kept her eyes focused down, believing that Aletta did not want established eye contact between them. Christina could not see how Maitland was on her knees from behind but felt the dildo in her cunt twisting again. All three of her holes were properly stuffed with thick, sturdy toys for pleasure. Christina viewed this as a test and put forth her best efforts to impress Maitland.
Spank! The crop came down for another strike across the left cheek. Maitland used her bare hand to spank the other cheek. Christina moaned against the plastic cock between her lips. She responded to the hard thrust into her ass by using her mouth. Aletta watched as Christina began bobbing her head up and down, sucking the fake cock as best she could. Maitland noticed the fast movements Christina made and then slapped her ass again. Bianca followed suit with another smack from the riding crop. Aletta heard the slobbering noises that Christina was beginning to make within seconds of sucking. She didn't need to take her time to find a rhythm. Christina was properly demonstrating her improved skills through time spent in the dungeon. Maitland and Aletta looked at each other, quietly nodding. So far, Christina handled the triple penetration well. It was time to shift the tides and test her resolve against overwhelming odds. Aletta reached down and curled her fingers into Christina's long locks of red hair. As she jerked Christina's head forward, Maitland slammed the strap-on cock deep into her ass.
Aletta bucked her hips, causing her plump booty cheeks to shake from behind. Christina's eyes widened as she took more of the plastic object down her throat. Gagging, choking, and coughing on several inches. Her eyes watered, unable to hold back the stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. Christina was unable to move her head. Aletta's fingernails scratched deeply through her hair. A tight, firm grip to remind her who was in charge, all while Maitland continued to push the strap-on up her ass. All of her momentum that she previously had was now gone. Overpowered, but not discouraged. Christina was determined to push through as her own lustful appetite became more important with each thrust into her ass and mouth. She had no care whatsoever about all the other slaves watching. They were there but of no immediate focus to her. Incoherent noises were made from her gagging on the plastic toy shoved down her throat. Aletta gave her an unexpected break, pulling the strap-on out of her mouth only to slap it across Christina's left cheek. The gesture made Maitland grin in approval.
"Too much to handle?"
Christina barely heard Maitland's voice as she gagged on a mouthful of saliva flowing from her lower lip and onto the floor. A small puddle of spit formed with a flicker of light that became a casting shadow. Aletta turned around, exposing her bulging fake ass. Christina gazed up, clearly seeing the implants. Like her boobs, the booty was obviously fake. Aletta gave Christina no time to think about it as she split her ass cheeks and revealed the dark little hole down the crack. Acting on pure instinct, Christina raised her head and slithered her tongue through the narrow passage. Bianca was impressed, raising an eyebrow as she began to rear back her arm. The dramatic swing of her arm excited the slaves. A 'woo' followed audible gasps and moans. When the riding crop smacked Christina's ass again, she had already wiggled her tongue into Aletta's asshole. No command needed. This was what Aletta clearly wanted; otherwise, she would've stopped the slave. What Christina was unaware of was that the mistress planned this. She thrust her hips back, smothering Christina's face with her thick booty. Losing her balance, she lowered her head until Aletta reached between her legs and slid a finger through the roof attached to her collar.
While her own tongue was slithering in, Christina felt the strap-on cock pulling out of her ass. Maitland removed the dildo from her cunt, freeing Christina completely as Aletta's ass rubbed against her face. More moans were heard from the slaves in the pits. Christina tried to tune it out, as she raised her hands, gently touching Aletta's thighs. She pulled herself up, sitting on her knees. This position made it easier for Aletta to jiggle her ass cheeks onto Christina's face. Her line of sight was completely blocked, leaving her in sudden darkness with skin pressed against her face. Maitland reached in and snatched a fistful of Christina's red locks. She pushed her face further against Aletta's firm ass. Meeting the challenge, Christina shoved her tongue as deep as it could go. A loud moan flowed from Aletta's voice. The first accomplishment of Christina's efforts. Maitland gripped her hair tightly and began to pull Christina away from Aletta. The finger perviously wrapped around the ring in her collar was now absent. Maitland's tight grip from behind pulled Christina to her feet. Dragged back a few steps, Christina did not fight it.
"Every slut in this room is watching you right now."
Bianca moved in front of Christina while speaking. Her lips curved, revealing her teeth in the most sinister smile Christina had witnessed from her. Maitland tugged Christina's hair, raising her head. Aletta moved in from the right side, reaching out and grabbing Christina's face. Her mouth opened in an 'O' shape. She expected Aletta to say something, but she didn't. This mistress was more interested in seeing the tears and saliva that flowed down Christina's chin. Bianca spoke again.
"Prepare yourself. You will be screaming for all of them soon. They are your audience and they will hear you."
"Yes, Mistress."
Christina managed to speak in spite of her mouth being held open by a dominant hand. Aletta let go just as Maitland released the grip in her hair. Standing straight, Christina guessed that Maitland and Bianca would be taking her at the same time with the use of the strap-ons.
"Put your hands behind your fucking back."
A direct order from Maitland. Christina obeyed, crossing her wrists behind her back to be held. She expected a set of wrist cuffs to be applied, but none sat on the table. This was a test of obedience and if she could follow through on orders. Spreading her legs further, Christina raised her head and shut her eyes. The moment was interrupted by Aletta snapping her fingers.
"Eyes. Down."
Those same two words from behind. Lowering her head, Christina opened her eyes. Bianca pressed her hands against her massive tits. Christina moaned, nipples hardening against the mistress's palms. She quickly realized that Aletta wanted her to witness the moment of the plastic cock sliding into her cunt. Maitland re-entered her ass first, but Christina didn't moan. Not until Bianca pushed inside. With her arms firmly behind her back, Christina kept her head lowered and watched as Bianca's strap-on fucked her. Biting her lower lip, she moaned.
"Ohhhhhhh!!"
At the sound of her voice, the caged slaves responded within the pits. Some hands gripped the bars tightly. Soft kisses, moans, and whimpers became a growing chime. At any moment, the voices could elevate in pitch. Christina was unable to focus on them as she felt Bianca's fingers slide to her nipples. Pinching them hard, Bianca tugged to send ripples through her skin. When she thrust forward, Maitland pulled back and delivered a hard pump into Christina's ass. One after another, they worked in a precise rhythm. A sign that they had done this before with other slaves.
"FUCK!! OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"
"Keep your head down, whore."
Maitland's fingernails dug into Christina's wrists, holding them in place. The stinging pain made her whimper slightly, combined with Bianca tugging at her natural breasts. In and out, the strap-on cocks worked at the moderate pace. Christina couldn't remain silent. Her own instincts got the better of her as she screamed in Bianca's face.
"FUCK ME!!"
The moans from the pits increased. Bodies rubbing against each other and kisses from women who didn't know each other's names. Hands explored bodies as the slaves shifted around in the cramped spaces. The beginning of an orgy was commencing in two of the cages. Something Christina could not enjoy with the other women. She didn't want to be with them. A real fucking by the mistresses was far more enjoyable than stepping around a bunch of other slaves. In this moment, Christina was fairly certain that two of the three mistresses were pushing her to a climax. She wanted it now more than anything. For it to be Bianca to make her cum, that made it all more special. Away from her, Aletta unlocked the pillory and moved one board out for future use.
"OHHHHHH, GOD!!"
As Christina moaned again, Bianca stopped thrusting and pulled the strap-on out of her cunt. She stepped back as Christina sighed in disappointment. Maitland made one last hard thrust deep into Christina's ass and then let go of her arms. She snatched another handful of hair, pulling tightly. Despite the freedom of her wrists, Christina kept them pinned behind her back. The strap-on pulled out of her ass, leaving the hole gaping and raw. Maitland marched Christina to the table on the left side and shoved her down. Her breasts rubbed against the hardwood surface. As she was bent over, it was now Aletta's turn to have some fun. Bianca and Maitland stepped aside. Christina turned her head to the left, glancing upward when she saw the black hair in the corner of her eye. The last thing she wanted to hear was those two words repeated, so Christina focused her line of sight downward. The last thing she saw was the grin on Aletta's face. It was a hint of what was to come as an unseen device was pushed into her ass. Christina gasped, feeling something vibrate in her gaping asshole. She did not witness the black device in the shape of a hard cock. A vibrator that was hidden in the bag.
"I want more. Give me something good. Make me scream louder."
Whimpering softly, Christina closed her eyes. She couldn't see anything happening behind her. What the mistresses were planning next was a grand mystery for the only slave who couldn't see it. From the caged pits, every other woman saw what was coming next for Christina.
"You are not in any position to be able to make any demands. You should be more grateful for what you're getting."
SMACK!
Every end of the flogger smacked across Christina's ass. At the same time, the vibrator activated within her cunt. She raised her head, screaming aloud. The striking hand was courtesy of Mistress Maitland. The caged slaves gasped and began panting as they witnessed their stern mistress rearing her arm back again. Christina kept her wrists behind her back, submissively offering her body for the use of pleasure.
SMACK!
Laughter echoed from the pits as a few slaves found the situation to be humorous. Their voices blended with the symphony of moans and soft cries. Christina opened her eyes, gazing in the direction of one cage as her hands rested against the table. The first thing Christina noticed was the shared experience of trading pleasure. Boobs pressed against boobs, bodies moving closer as several women found their freshly wet cunts and began to pleasure themselves. A woman with brown hair and matching eyes faced the bars and pushed out her natural breasts. Her tits were hanging from the bars, as if hoping that the mistresses would witness this moment. Christina made eye contact with her for a brief moment as she felt the intensity of the vibrator buried in her pussy. Gritting her teeth, she grunted before the braided ends of the flogger connected across her skin again.
SMACK!
Closing her eyes, Christina squealed in delight. Her voice led the chorus of all other slaves moaning within the cages. She could only imagine the red spots forming across her ass cheeks. Someone was controlling the vibrator via remote control. Christina was certain of this as she felt the intensity rising to a new level.
SMACK!
The fourth swat made Christina's left leg tremble. She almost lost her balance in the high heels. The vibrator continued to buzz as she squealed, crying out loudly.
SMACK!
Eyes opening wide, Christina could not hold herself back any longer. Her climax was merely seconds away, and then the vibrator stopped. Further proof that someone was pushing buttons on a remote behind her. Her orgasm was denied and held back by her own inner strength. Christina was unsure if she was being judged by her ability to hold herself back. At the heart of all her concerns, she was trying desperately to impress the mistresses.
SMACK!
A sixth and final slap courtesy of the flogger. She didn't scream as the ripple of movement went across both ass cheeks. Someone stepped behind Christina, but all she could hear was the cries of pleasure from the cages. The vibrator was pulled out of her pussy. She bit her lower lip, whimpering to prevent her own climax. A hand grasped several locks of Christina's hair, pulling her up from the table. Aletta brushed past her left side, entering the view. She led Christina to the other table, ignoring the pillory for now. The bag and all the necessary devices had been put up minutes prior while Christina was spanked. Something Christina had not noticed was restraints bundled underneath the table on both sides. Each corner had a chain with black leather restraints. One for each ankle and wrist. Aletta shoved Christina towards the clean table. One glance at the restraints made her believe that she would be bound to the table. That was the cue for Christina to climb up and lie on her back with her head dangling from the edge of the table. This gave her an upside-down view of the cage containing every slave chosen by Aletta.
Maitland applied the restraints, beginning with Christina's right arm. The left hand was locked next while Bianca helped out. The table was dark brown with several lines and scratch marks carved through the top. All of them told a story of the many times this table had been used by masters and mistresses alike. There was a difference in the roughness of Maitland's touch compared to how gentle Bianca applied the restraints on Christina's ankles. Underneath the table were two controls to tighten the chains. Maitland reached down and pulled a small lever to tighten Christina's arms and legs. Spread out like an X, she gazed up at the higher celing to see an old symbol painted. Lines had faded with clumps of chips missing. The shape was a triangle with an eye in the center. An all seeing eye casting judgment down upon her and everyone in this room. Ignoring the old art, Christina gazed forward and saw the view of Aletta's caged slaves from an upside-down angle. The two slaves in Maitland's cell kept a distance, fingering themselves with one hand. Their other hands were grasping at a metal bar. The metal collar around her throat was silver with visible scratch lines.
Christina was unable to focus on the cages when Aletta stepped in front of her. The strap-on cock hovered directly above her face. Maitland and Bianca were more vocal when directing orders in spoken word. Aletta didn't talk much. She seemed to prefer action over any kind of words. Christina opened her mouth wide, waiting for the mistress to slide the fake cock between her lips. On the other side of the table, Maitland began to climb up. She positioned the strap-on between her legs, pointing it directly at Christina's cunt. Bianca noticed this and quietly smiled. Christina couldn't see it. With her head hanging from the other side, her entire line of sight was blocked by Aletta's thick thighs upside down. The tip of the strap-on slid into her mouth. Christina opened her mouth wider and then closed her eyes. A nod was exchanged from mistress to mistress. Maitland began by pressing the strap-on dick against Christina's pussy lips. This unexpected pleasure made Christina's eyes open wide. She moaned against Aletta's strap-on as it plunged down her throat. Breathing out of her nose, Christina braced herself as the double penetration began. Aletta bucked her hips, slamming every inch of the plastic cock down her throat.
When she pulled back up, the solid object was coated in spit. Christina sucked as best as she could. She balled her hands into fists, rattling the chains around that held her wrists. Maitland noticed this movement and pushed the strap-on deeper inside her. Every thrust she made was slow. Aletta's hands cupped Christina's face, sliding both thumbs under her chin. She did not anticipate getting her throat fucked while upside down. Thrust after thrust crammed down her throat repeatedly. Once again, Christina's eyes watered. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes to her temples. Christina heard her own slobbering and sucking sounds louder than the cries of pleasure among the slaves. Aleeta's fingers ran to the back of Christina's head, holding her in place. Streams of saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her forehead. A long string fell over her left eye before breaking off and falling to the floor. Aletta stopped thrusting and left Maitland to deliver a few more pumps inside of Christina. The strap-on lodged down Christina's throat until Aletta slowly pulled it free. The sight of her fake breasts prevented Christina from seeing the smug smile across her puffy lips.
"OHHHHHHHH!! FUCKKKKKK!!"
Roaring screams echoed throughout the room as Christina braced herself. The vibrator almost made her cum, but not Maitland's strap-on. At least not yet. Aletta stepped aside, giving Christina the view of the caged pit and the ongoing orgy she was not a member of. In front of the cage stood a woman gazing forward. Christina's vision was slightly blurred from the tears and spit streaming down her face. Squinting her eyes, she focused on the figure gazing at her. A sense of familiarity washed over her. Christina knew she had seen this woman somewhere before, but she didn't have time to focus on her. Maitland climbed off the table and then Christina felt the restraints loosening around her ankles. Aletta stepped closer, looming ahead. She looked down at Christina's messy face and smiled. The lines of saliva had dripped from her forehead and clung to her hair. Satisfied at her handiwork, she stepped aside. Bianca undid the restraints holding Christina's wrists together. With her hands free, Christina leaned on the table. Maitland motioned with her hand.
"Get up."
The difficulty Maitland had with using the strap-on against the table had annoyed her. This gave her a better idea. It was finally time to use the pillory. Maitland glared at Christina and spoke.
"You have gone all this time without cumming. Do you dare defy me like that?"
"No, Mistress. I am trying to prove myself to you. I want to cum, but I wanted to show you that I can hold back. That's what--"
Maitland cut her off in speech.
"Shut your fucking mouth, whore. You've proven yourself to be a stubborn old bitch. That is all I see in you."
The wooden piece of the pillory was opened. The circles were in the shape of moons. A slot for the neck and one for each hand. The height was on level with the floor, requiring a slave to get down on their knees. Aletta stood close by, and without saying a word, she watched Christina fall to the floor. As she slid her hands into the slots, loud moans echoed from the caged pits. Some women were drawing closer to their orgasms. Mistress Bianca stood close by, smiling as she watched the movement of bodies flowing together behind the bars. As Christina slid her head into the neck slot, her collar clanked against the wooden frame. With her head and hands in place, Aletta locked the other board in place. From the pillory, Christina gazed forward at the center cage and then off to the left and right. The mistresses moved behind her, grabbing new tools to use. Her face was a mess, but this trial of pleasure was not over yet. The true test would come soon at the hands of all three dominant women. Now that she had a chance to view the orgies in the cages, Christina glanced over at the left side cage where she had previously made eye contact with a familiar woman.
She was still there. Not involved in the orgy just yet. This woman went out of her way to silently communicate with Christina, using only her eyes and a subtle expression of curiousity. Christina had seen that face and those big blue eyes so many times before. Another woman from Hollywood. Pale skin and arms raised high to unite fingers around a single bar above. Who was she? Still gazing to the left, reality struck Christina as she realized whose eyes lay upon her own. She had never met Scarlett Johansson before in person. This was the last place she ever expected to see her. It was a relief to know she wasn't the only woman of fortune and fame locked under the hotel. Knowing that Scarlett was looking at her face, Christina only wished she could speak to her. There were so many questions Christina would have for her, but all of them were irrelevant right now. Maitland stepped in front of her, resting her left hand on her hip. In her left hand was the purple vibrator, revealing it to Christina.
"Since this couldn't make you cum, it's going in your ass."
Unable to shake her head, Christina pouted.
"I want something more. The toy wasn't enough."
The hint of a smile faded from Maitland's face. She glanced at one of the msitresses standing behind the pillory.
"She has a mouth on her and likes to be a fucking smartass. So why not use your fists?"
Christina gasped at those words. Maitland didn't just say "fist." She implied using two instead of one. In the past, Christina had used her own fists for pleasure. Could she handle two at once? At least she had knowledge it was coming. Biting her lower lip, Christina waited as she gazed forward at the events unfolding within the three caged pits. Behind her, someone fell to their knees. Maitland stood close by, as if she knew Christina was guessing in her head which mistress would be using her fists on her. Would it be Aletta or Bianca? Or even both? Thinking about it made cunt grow wetter. Scarlett was watching her from the distance. She knew something Christina didn't. Biting her lower lip, Scarlett closed her eyes, briefly surrendering to the roaming hands of the slaves around her. Other slaves around her began kissing. Some were pleasuring each other by the touch of wandering hands. Scarlett waited, opening her eyes and watching the moment as Christina belted out the first high-pitched scream of the night.
"OHHHHHHHHH!! GOD!!"
Knuckles pushed forward, hands sliding into Christina's ass and pussy at the same time. The sudden surprise made her screech and holler as loudly as she possibly could. Maitland grinned seeing this reaction from her.
"OH MY GOD!! FUCKKKKKKKK!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Screaming loudly in pleasure, Christina balled her own fingers into fists and closed her eyes. The pillory prevented her from raising her head too high. The back of her hair rubbed against the wood. Fingers twisted and turned inside of her. The fists widened her asshole and cunt simultaneously, stretching the muscles. Christina gritted her teeth and growled incoherently. The high pitched nature of her voice shifted to become gravelly. Another scream as she raised her head and felt the fingers in her pussy reaching deeper into unexplored areas that no man had ever touched.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Every sound Christina made was heard distinctively over all the cries and moans. She led over the chorus louder than anyone in the room. Maitland's eyes remained locked on Christina, loving every last second of this. She tried to hold back her smile. Christina was lost within the vortex of her own pleasure, pushed to the limits of her body. She couldn't even focus on the actions in the cages. All of it became one murky blur in the distance as the fisting overwhelmed all her senses.
"YESSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSS!! FUCKKKKKKK!!"
A slave with long black hair and large breasts pressed her body against Scarlett. Their eyes connected as Scarlett smiled and nodded to her. That was her way of quietly giving permission to kiss. For every gritty scream Christina made, the slaves responded by increasing their own movement, shuffling against each other. As their lips met, Scarlett removed her fingers from her own pussy. She gently wrapped her sweaty fingers around the woman's wrist and guided her hand between her thighs. The kiss broke with them both looking into each other's eyes, then down at her own breasts, rubbing together. Other women surrounded them engaging in similar acts. Aletta's cage quickly manifested into a shared orgy. The effort was fully collaborative, with each girl helping each other find their way. A few women found their ways down on the floor, trampling over each other as they desperately looked for an open cunt to plant their lips onto. So many cries of pleasure and bliss were impossible to hear over Christina's pitched screams. Her vocal chords strained as she responded to the fists twisting inside her. The words became more incoherent until no one could understand her.
Two mistresses stood close by, quietly observing how the slaves reacted to Christina's brutal training. One remained on her knees, fists still buried inside of Christina's holes. Her pussy and ass stretched further with every twist and turn of the wrists. After all this time of holding back, Christina's orgasm was imminent. She could barely withstand the pressure building up inside her. Seconds felt like minutes, and yet she wanted more. To be pushed to this brink, it was not enough. The screams continued in the animalistic nature of her changed voice. No tears, no regrets. This was the choice she made when she signed her name on that paper. Eyes opening wide, Christina suddenly felt the old riding crop slapping against her left tit. It rubbed against the pillory. Gritting her teeth again, she became frustrated that she was unable to touch herself at this moment. Another riding crop smacked her right breast, striking the nipple. Two more strikes, one after the other, came as the hands twisted aggressively in her pussy and ass. Despite how badly she wanted to have this orgasm, Christina braced herself and tried to hold back a bit longer.
Scarlett's voice was barely heard through all the other slaves moaning loudly in a high chorus under Christina's pitched screams. With both hands Scarlett gripped a metal bar behind her, surrendering her body to all the surrounding slaves. A sisterly bond was formed through their sharing hands, pushing one another to that blissful edge. Eyes closed, she moaned as hands of strangers roamed across her body. No knowledge of any name for these many women. All Scarlett knew was that all of them were united in this new, daring alternate lifestyle underground. From the floor, a girl had embedded her lips against Scarlett's vulva. Scarlett carefully positioned herself, her legs bent over the woman's shoulders. Her heels lightly touched her bare back. She gripped the bar tightly, holding herself up in this sitting position. Every other slave around her was caught in their own pleasure, sharing the act with another woman. A sisterly bond was formed without the need to know each other's names. There was only one single woman in a cage who Scarlett clearly recognized. She thought about Christina as she braced herself for that familiar feeling of sweet release. Closer and closer, she felt it drawing nearer as the tongue snaked around inside her.
Christina's screams fell to the high pitch squeal of her natural voice when she reached her climax. Her legs trembled, her left foot hitting the floor hard as her cunt tightened around the strong hand. As she reached her climax, both hands pulled away from her. The other two mistresses gave one last, hard slap across her tits with the riding crops. She hung her head from the pillory, exhausted and completely out of her breath. Her voice was hoarse, coughing up a few more sounds as she exhaled. Red marks covered her ass. Even though she could not see it, Christina felt the stinging skin. A few more marks were on the sides of her tits. Her cum spilled out from her cunt, drenching the floor below. So much flowed that it briefly touched her knees as the pond grew larger. Christina sighed, feeling completely destroyed by all the pleasure. Through it all, she enjoyed every last minute. Nothing about this act was humilating. She was the star in a show for every other slave to enjoy. In the middle cage, the duo of slaves pleasured themselves and kept their distance from one another. Maitland was not impressed by them. Whether she was proud of Christina or not, she had no plans of stroking her ego with high praise.
"Time's up, sluts!!"
Maitland's strong statement shifted the vibe in the room. Playtime was over. All the screeches and screams of pleasure faded into soft whimpers. Most of the slaves had reached their climax. Maitland walked to the center cage and unlocked it. Once more, she paid no mind to her own slaves. Stomping her way back to the throne, she spoke in a hushed tone to Bianca. Aletta stepped over the pillory and gazed down at Christina. She knew which mistress it was based on the heavy boots. Cum dripped from her right hand's fingers. That was how Christina learned that it was Aletta who used her fists on her. Maitland and Bianca took turns using riding crops to strike her boobs. This sudden surprise almost numbed Christina. The mistress who spoke the least was responsible for her orgasm. Bianca walked forward to the cage that contained her chosen slaves. Aletta joined Bianca as they unlocked their respective cages. Bianca offered a helping hand to every woman, pulling them out to crawl on their knees. Aletta did not offer this gesture. She stood close by the open door, wet hand on her hip, as she watched every woman climb out of the pit. Sticky hands left imprints. Scarlett carefully used both hands to elevate herself and stepped past her mistress outside the cage. No words were spoken. Only the sound of shoes, heels, and other shoes hitting the floor.
The empty pits were stained in fresh bodily fluids. The floor and walls gleamed with the fresh coat of mixed bodily fluids that illuminated the rough texture. The old stone tiles looked ancient, as if this had been an orchestrated ritual in the name of something holy. All the girls huddled around together into a large crowd. Christina remained locked in the pillory, her eyes glancing in pursuit of the only other woman who she recognized among them all. Scarlett was on the other side. Aletta and Bianca stepped behind the menacing black throne. A black box contained various tools and items. They each grabbed a large chain and pulled it loose. When they returned to the women, the chains dragged at length. Neither of them said a word to the slaves as they prepared the two long chains. Sets of handcuffs dragged across the floor with sharp scratching noises. Every slave who paid attention soon realized that the cuffs were attached. Aletta began on the right side, Bianca to the left. Twenty-five of the twenty-six slaves were split into two groups, forming lines. One-by-one, the women were equally split.
Aletta unlocked the pillory, freeing Christina's head and hands. Not a single word was spoken as Christina got up. The first thing she did was stretch out, feeling some muscle cramps from the fisting she endured. Maitland's eyes followed, watching as Christina straightened her body and moved properly. Before she had a chance to join the other women, Aletta snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Her silent way of ordering Christina to get back on her hands and knees. She stepped over to a few other slaves and repeated this gesture. Palms pressed against the concrete floor with knees. Christina did not want to be told to put her eyes down, so she kept her focus on the floor. A total of six slaves moved on their hands and knees. The one time Christina did glance forward, she saw Scarlett gazing down at the floor. The way she shifted her body gave the impression that Scarlett had served under Aletta for some time. Christina guessed if she was one of Aletta's slaves. As they sat on their hands and knees, Maitland and Bianca split the crowd again. Eleven women made up a line for the other two mistresses.
Christina soon realized she was among three other women on all fours. Scarlett was one of them. All the other women formed two chain gangs for Maitland and Bianca. Christina quietly wondered if Aletta was taking her with the other chosen slaves for the night. From the box behind the throne, Aletta pulled out a patterned chain with four hooks. She leaned down, clipping the link to one collar, and moved to the next. No handcuffs were needed. Aletta preferred her slaves to move on all fours whenever it was possible. The connected chains bound collars to each other. Several feet of chain links divided the girls from each other. They had enough slack on the chains to move, but it would require effort from all of them working together. If anyone slowed down, the connected chains would grind all of them to an uncompromising stop. Christina was positioned as the second slave in the line. She was unsure of where Scarlett was but knew that she was not the slave in front of her. The end of a black leather whip hit the floor. Without raising her eyes, Christina saw it as Aletta's disciplinary tool. No more riding crops. Through little spoken words, this mistress enforced obedience in her own ways.
"Keep your eyes down and stay behind me."
Aletta's strong accent was heard clearly with a direct command in a firm tone, displaying full authority in a low tone. The first slaves out of the room were the elite four selected by Aletta, crawling behind their mistress. The quiet mistress guided the lines of women to the back door where Maitland had previously entered. Down a short hallway led a wide corridor. Chains rattled and shook as knees moved after planted palms. The sound of Aletta's boots was louder and more thunderous from the floor. All the other slaves in the standing chain gangs were treated with a visual gift of watching Aletta's slaves crawl out the door. Christina whimpered and grunted in pain. She was sore from how her body was used for a public display of harsh training. Crawling together, bound by the chains, all four slaves had to work as a small team. Christina's heavy boobs brushed against the cool floor. Aletta's whip dragged across the floor above the first slave. A silent reminder that punishment would be swift and sharp. The gray concrete floor shifted with a strong light flowing from another room with small white tiles.
Without gazing around to take in her immediate surroundings, Christina realized they were in a large shower room. Aletta made several steps forward and stopped. When the last of her footsteps quit echoing, the slaves all quit crawling. Holding her position for a few seconds, Aletta quietly turned to the right side of the room. Footsteps echoed from behind as another mistress entered the shower. Bianca leaned down and began unhooking the chains from the collars one after another. No longer tethered to one another, the slaves would be free to move around. Aletta quietly watched their reactions, making sure that every set of eyes remained downcast, glaring at the floor. One girl felt brave enough to lift her gaze. WHACK! The whip crackled loudly, echoing in the room as Aletta delivered a sharp snap across the bum. She didn't say a word after the quick hit. Only a faint whimper was heard as the slave corrected her posture. Bianca chuckled as she left the room.
A large hose was wrapped up on the wall with two knobs to control the valve. Aletta untangled the bundled hose after curling the whip around her right shoulder. Some of the slaves began crawling around. The line was broken as two women lined up side-by-side. This movement was allowed, but the silence became deafening. At any moment, Aletta could snap them back into place by cracking the whip. Christina searched for Scarlett, quietly spotting her. She hoped that her eyes would linger in her direction to the point they could make eye contact with each other. The knobs squeaked as the hose was activated. Water rushed through the green tube. Aletta pulled it out and began to walk around the hurdled slaves on all fours. She pulled it again, making sure there was no twist or kink in the house. At the top was a black sprayer. Pushing down with the thumb would activate it. The first thing Aletta rinsed off was her hand. All of Christina's juices flowed to the floor with excess water. A large round drain was in the middle of the room for the water to slide down.
While the other slaves crawled around, Christina remained perfectly still. Exhaling deep breaths, she felt fatigued after everything she had been through. The last thing she wanted was to be struck with the whip. Her ass was still stinging from the number of spankings she received. She couldn't see the red dots on her pale skin, but she felt every mark left by the flogger. A woman moved to her right side. Hands pressing hard into the floor. Christina ignored the presence first, watching the shape of a shadow shift across the white tiles. From the corner of her right eye, she felt someone staring at her. Aletta was busy washing the body of the first slave standing closest to her. After a few seconds of trying to avoid the gaze, Christina finally glanced over to her right. She was merely inches away from Scarlett. Their eyes connected, silently studying each other. What were they doing here? If speaking was allowed, that was the question they would have for one another. The moment was interrupted by the quiet movement behind Scarlett. Aletta raised her left foot and shoved her boot against Scarlett's face, pinning her to the floor.
"Eyes down, Scarlett."
All of Christina's assumptions were now confirmed. Her eyes did not deceive her when she first noticed Scarlett. Now her face was pressed against the floor, mouth slightly open, and eyes shut. Aletta glanced over at Christina and sprayed the water hose into her face. All of the saliva and tears washed away as she coughed and gagged under the warm water. The splashes moved to her breasts next, rinsing away skin. Christina lowered her head, straightening her posture so the water would rinse her back and ass. Once she was done, Aletta lifted her boot off Scarlett's face. It was her turn. Christina shut her eyes, listening to the soft moans from Scarlett as their mistress rinsed her clean. The washing continued with the next two slaves as time passed. Christina waited until the water stopped and then opened her eyes again to glance at the wet floor. Aletta had finished and wrapped the hose back onto the handle in the wall.
"Watch your step on the way out. Follow me like before and keep your eyes down."
Aletta reminded every chained woman that they were stepping around slick, wet tiles. No more chains bound the slaves. They would be able to crawl faster and easier. Christina moved again as the second woman in the line. Out of the shower, their wet bodies moved down another corridor. A wet line was left across the concrete as evidence of their passage. If their boobs became dirty along the way, there would be another shower tomorrow morning. Aletta stopped marching when they entered a short passageway. Facing the first slave was a row of four large cages lined against the wall. Christina's lower lip fell as she realized she would be put in one soon. All the doors were open, revealing the soft, padded black cushion at the floor. Exhaling a deep breath, many kinky thoughts ran through Christina's mind as she realized she was about to be caged. Aletta snapped her fingers, and the first girl moved into one cage. Once it was Christina's turn, she crawled forward and entered the tight space. Scarlett was next, taking the cage directly next to her. After the fourth girl entered, Aletta began to shut the doors.
Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. All four of her chosen slaves were sealed in the rectangular cages. Underneath the frames were four wheels locked in hinges. The top was padded, preventing rays of light from casting above. There was enough room for Christina to stretch her legs and sit up against the back wall of black-painted steel bars. The only source of light came from the forward door. All she could see was Aletta's boots standing before her. In the cell to her left, Scarlett appeared comfortable in the confined space. A few moans were heard from the slaves, but no one dared speak in Aletta's presence. Christina was beginning to see how this mistress treated her slaves. They were like furniture, stored in cages and to be shipped around. She could only imagine what Aletta's lair looked like. Had Scarlett been there? That was something else she wondered. In the distance, heels and boots stomped across the hall. Bianca and Maitland walked towards Aletta. Christina knew it was them based on the legs and heels. She didn't bother leaning up to see. Maitland broke the silence with a soft chuckle.
"Everyone is locked up where they belong."
"Except for these wonderful sluts in training."
Bianca replied to Maitland, causing her to laugh louder.
"Do you mind I... borrow Scarlett for tomorrow?"
Aletta smirked at Bianca's question.
"You want to play with my famous pet?"
"Yes, I do. I promise to bring her back all nice and clean."
The way Aletta referred to her Scarlett as her 'pet' sent a chill through Christina's body. Bianca leaned down, facing the cage with Scarlett. She grinned with a goofy expression on her face.
"You're going to meet someone special tomorrow."
Christina thought about herself and how she had met more than one special person tonight. Standing back up, Bianca pushed her right foot to unlock the hinges on the wheels to Scarlett's cage. Maitland stood in front of Christina's cage and spoke.
"I'll be taking my Hollywood whore off your hands."
Bianca pulled Scarlett's cage out and gently rolled it back into the hall. The back wheels to every cell were already unlocked. Only two were needed to halt movement. Christina was spared spending the night in Aletta's domain. Maitland used her right foot to unlock the wheels and rolled Christina's cage down the hall. The wheels glided with a steady sound. Christina shut her eyes, not caring about her surroundings. Maitland pushed the cage down a long corridor. A sharp turn to the right led down another hallway with three open doors. Maitland pushed the cage through the middle door. Christina opened her eyes and gazed around a square room. Off to the left side was the standard prison toilet and sink combination. This barren room was some kind of cell without the typical iron-barred doors. Only four walls of concrete bricks and two doors.
"You're sleeping in the cage. You look good in there. Once morning starts, I will unlock it. The shower is that door right there."
The cage was left sitting idly in the center of the room. Christina noticed the steel drainage channel in the doorframe. What she couldn't see was the bed on the opposite side wall. Maitland grabbed the fresh white robe from it and held it down to show Christina that she had some form of clothes to put on.
"Tomorrow we will pick up where we left off. I'm the one training you. No one else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Lockdown begins now. Rest well."
Maitland stomped out of the room. The door slammed shut and the locks clicked in place. Christina let out a deep breath, taking in all the events that had occurred in the past twenty-four hours. Despite how sore her body was, she wasn't ready to give up. She had been down in this dungeon for so long that she embraced the punishment that came with pleasure. One way or another, she would impress Maitland. She thought about the other mistress. Who was Aletta? That was all she knew her by. Before drifting to sleep, Christina quietly thought about her goals. One day, she would wear those big leather boots. She wanted to have a hat identical to the one Bianca wore tonight. Maybe not tomorrow or the next day, but eventually Christina would climb the ranks and become a mistress like them. She was confident in her skills and believed she was built different from other women who enjoyed playing the role of a collared slave.
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1 DAY LATER
Slick oil covered pale skin, gleaming brightly under the fluorescent lights embedded into the ceiling. A bed sat on the far side of the room, made up of a black latex blanket and matching pillows. Every crease and wrinkle was visible with illuminated lines. The walls were bright red, covered in a layer of latex cushions. The ceiling was painted to match, hiding the concrete stone underneath. Across the room sat a wooden table painted black. Metal tools sat there. A pair of handcuffs, a spare chain, and a metallic silver butt plug. Bianca Beauchamp stood in front of the table. Her long red hair was split down the middle, flowing freely with swoops of hair. Another latex suit covered her body. A black corset with red strings and a matching thong. Fishnet stockings went up to her thighs, covered by knee-high boots. Her height was elevated to match the masters and tower over all slaves under her command. Every room of her lair was decorated with latex furniture in one form or another. For anyone to wear a piece of latex clothing here was an earned privilege. She gifted the many masters their own latex outfits as holiday and birthday gifts throughout the years.
At this very moment Bianca was the only woman in her personal domain wearing anything remotely plastic. All the silicone was tucked under the skin where it belonged. The product of surgical advancements to do proper body enhancements. Behind her stood a new slave facing the bed. One who had been properly initiated and collared after signing a contract two weeks ago. A social influencer who had already had the proper surgeries to alter every part of her fake body. Her desire was to become a glamour model on all social media platforms. A round tattoo covered her left shoulder. The only visible etching of artistic design to see from behind. Her dyed orange hair was fixed properly with long swoops extending down her back. The locks were split to the sides, covering her ears. Going naked was no problem for this woman. In a short amount of time, she had impressed multiple masters. One fought to keep her as a personal pet among a small harem of whores. Bianca had to pull several strings just to borrow her for a short amount of time under the guise of a training exercise. It was true from a certain point of view. The lesson was intended for an actress who this model had made herself resemble through multiple surgeries.
Amanda Nicole. Or better known as "The Amanda Nicole," as she called herself on Instagram. The Thicc Black Widow was the nickname she received online. She went into debt having various surgeries to do bimbofication. Her face was completely restructured to resemble Scarlett Johansson. In the span of only a few years, Amanda racked up serious debt from her surgeries. She went all in on bimbification to get a new set of tits and a proper BBL. Years of work went into building her giant ass. One surgery was botched, leading her to another one. She believed that she could pay off the debt by doing influencer work online. Her chances failed thanks to the pandemic and a Brazzers contract falling apart. The limited work she did for the company caught the attention of Maitland Ward. She saw potential in Amanda. After befriending Sophie Dee, Amanda was recommended to reach out to a man named Billy McKernan. He could help with her debt, as well as pay for additional surgeries in exchange for favors. He resided at the Miracle Light Inn, where he invited her. In less than twenty-four hours, she was in the dungeon eager to make a deal with the devil. Her soul sold in black ink across a dotted line.
Due to the circumstances with her situation, Amanda received a different level of training. Her initiation ceremony was one of the most successful of a new slave's ever seen. Her potential was high. She easily earned strong approval from her masters. If not for her time spent in a harem, Maitland would've likely brought her to the show last night. Amanda was one of the very few who impressed Maitland highly. Her days began with gym workouts to keep her body in shape. Her diet was distinctively different from the other women. All of it was her own choice to build the booty. Bianca was impressed with her plastic 32F-cup breasts. Proper bolt-ons with no sag. She never wore a push-up bra, finding them useless after she increased her tits' cup size several times over. Her ass was a whole other world. Amanda wanted to have the biggest booty possible. The masters sang praises to the roof over her ability to twerk, shake, and give them dream-worthy lap dances. Bianca heard these stories so much she fantasized about watching Amanda get fucked in the ass. Before that dream could become reality, she had to introduce her to Scarlett. Stepping behind Amanda, Bianca smiled to herself.
"You have the biggest ass I have ever seen. It is so huge."
The compliment made Amanda smirk, giggling under her breath in a high-pitched voice. Without being commanded, she bent over the bed and shoved her booty out. Rolling her hips, the cheeks smacked together in a steady rhythm. Bianca gasped enthusiastically.
"Oh my... Is this what you spend all day doing for the masters?"
She laughed as Amanda blushed quietly. Bianca reared her right hand back and playfully smacked the left cheek of Amanda's amazing rump. The touch made Amanda stop. She remained bent over the bed and pushed back in an attempt to touch Bianca.
"Do you want to watch me work it some more?"
Amanda spoke in her bubbly, high-pitched bimbo voice. The sound was enough to make Bianca blush.
"No, that's fine, dear. Stand up and turn around so I can see your eyes."
Raising herself up, Amanda obeyed without a word. She turned to face Bianca. The first thing Bianca focused on was her permanently bulging tits and erected nipples. Below was her flat stomach and the four-leaf clover tattoo in green ink across her right hip. Her pussy was shaved, as was standard protocol for all slaves. For Amanda, it was personal preference that she never wanted a single hair to be seen there. Bianca smiled as her eyes scanned up and down, taking in every detail of Amanda's body. Her eyes were blue, fitting for the woman she resembled. Enhanced puffy lips made sucking dick an easier task for Amanda. As she stood there, Bianca moved back. Off to the left side was an open doorway to another red room. The mistress clapped her hands and spoke.
"Kate! Bring out Scarlett!"
Amanda gasped, her heart racing as she heard that name spoken. From the open doorway, a shadow moved. Scarlett entered the room, swaying her hips. Black high heels and nylon stockings made up the only clothing on her body. The stockings were connected to a leather garter belt strapped around her waist. A metal ring was attached to the front, hanging slightly above her belly button. Her red hair was properly fixed, matching her look from the first Avengers film with a split and swoops. As Amanda saw her, she gasped again and smiled. Scarlett blinked, apparently surprised to see a woman who resembled her with enhanced features. Their collars matched. Amanda wore the same silver steel piece locked around her throat that Scarlett had on. Bianca watched as Scarlett stepped closer, listening to her heels thud across the floor.
"Scarlett, this is Amanda."
"Oh my god, I can't believe this. I'm really standing in front of you right now!"
Smiling wide, Amanda closed her eyes for a moment. She had always hoped to meet her hero one day. Never could she have dreamed it would happen in a place like this. Was it worth selling your soul for fortune and fame? For Amanda, the answer was a definitive yes. Bianca quietly observed as the women stood facing each other. Their eyes scanned each other's bodies.
"Black Widow meet the bimbo Black Widow."
Bianca giggled and spoke again.
"Turn around, Amanda. Show her your ass."
"I would be more than happy to."
Staring into Scarlett's eyes, Amanda turned slightly. Her side profile revealed the roundness of her mega booty. Scarlett quirked her eyebrows, then did it a second time once Amanda fully turned and bent over. The sheer size of her epic ass made Scarlett respond in words.
"Wow. That is marvelous."
"Isn't it? I told her it's the biggest ass I've ever seen."
"I concur."
Hearing Scarlett agree with Bianca was enough to make Amanda's day. She began twerking again, working in a rhythm to make those ass cheeks clap. The smacking noises echoed in the small room as Scarlett studied every movement of that giant booty. Bianca noticed this, but her mind was elsewhere. There was a different slave with red hair who she imagined introducing Amanda to. She could almost picture the reaction from Christina upon seeing that booty. How eager would she be to have Amanda sit on her face? Another question the mistress considered before speaking on a different topic at hand.
"Are you two sluts in the mood for some dick?"
Scarlett nodded. After the show last night, she was more than eager to get fucked. Amanda quit twerking and leaned back up.
"Oh, I've had every cock there is to suck and fuck down here. Will you be introducing me to another master?"
Biting her lower lip, she pressed her hands on her fake tits and moaned. Amanda's voice fell to a lower pitch.
"Wanna watch me make a man cum so hard that he's screaming and grunting?"
Scarlett pressed her hands against her breasts too and let out a soft moan. Bianca flashed an evil smile, showing all her teeth. She clapped her hands loudly and spoke again.
"Bring out the gimps!"
Amanda and Scarlett looked at each other, curious about what they had just heard the mistress say. A few seconds passed as the sound of squeaking was heard. A tall man wearing a black rubber suit covered his body from head to toe. Four holes were cut out for two eyes, a nose, and the cock below. A silver zipper line closed the mouth. As he entered, the second man stepped in. Both men had blue eyes, similar to the two collared women standing before them. Amanda gasped upon noticing the two hardened cocks. The length was on par with what she had learned to expect from the many masters she fucked.
"You guys are packing something too big to keep in those shiny, clean suits!"
In another place during a different time, Bianca would've loudly laughed at Amanda's statement. The men were mute, not making a single noise with their mouths completely zipped shut. Instead, she pulled her thong down, revealing her wet pussy. The slaves did not get a chance to see. Scarlett and Amanda were too focused on the cocks throbbing freely from the black bondage suits. Bianca climbed onto the bed and spread her legs out. The thong dangled from her ankles, now pulled free. She clutched it with her left hand while using the right to rub her clit. Scarlett turned, smirking at the sight of her mistress clearly aroused.
"I want you both to be looking at me while you get fucked. Let me see those beautiful, sexy eyes."
Pointing with both hands, Bianca motioned to the edge of the bed. From where she sat, Scarlett was to the left and Amanda to the right. Scarlett was the first to turn around and bend over. She couldn't compete with Amanda's gigantic ass, but she made an effort to rub it against the plastic suit containing one of the gimps. Amanda turned around next, pressing her hands against the latex blanket. Scarlett did the same, spreading her fingers out as she listened to the squeaking rubber suits of the men moving behind them. She enjoyed fucking strangers without knowing their names. That was one of her favorite kinks that she explored while locked in this dungeon. Bianca licked her lips as she inserted her index finger into her pussy.
"Are you both ready?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
Scarlett and Amanda replied in unison, voices intertwined. Bianca snapped her left hand fingers to quietly command the gimps. She wiggled her finger around inside her as she watched the facial expressions change. Amanda maintained eye contact with Bianca as she felt the warm plastic glove touching her left hip. As the cock slid into her wet cunt, she let out a soft moan. Scarlett lowered her head, breaking eye contact almost immediately. The man behind her did not touch her skin as he guided his shaft into her. She waited until he was inside her tight pussy, and then she raised her head. Bianca withdrew her finger and began rubbing it against her clit as the men bucked their hips.
"Ohhhhhh, yes! Fuck me!! Give it to me harder!"
Amanda's enthusiasm was unmatched on a while other level. Another mistress may have ordered her to remain quiet, but not Bianca. She enjoyed witnessing moments like this. The louder, the better. Amanda began pushing back, causing her thick booty cheeks to clap together as they hit the man's bodysuit. The squeaky suits created a screech that was heard over the moaning voices in the small room. Bianca pushed her index finger back into her pussy and resumed fingering herself.
"Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhh..."
Scarlett's soft voice echoed as she tried to clutch the latex sheets beneath her slim fingers. It was impossible to pull the tight plastic. The smoothness caused her palms to slide forward until she twisted her fingers into fists. For every forward thrust, Amanda pushed back in perfect sync with the gimp fucking her. The body suits slowed the movement of the gimps. The man behind Scarlett leaned in, running his hands underneath her to feel her breasts. A strange, sensational feeling of rubber caressing her soft skin. Raising her head, she let out a low moan that was barely heard amidst the smacking and squeaking noises produced by Amanda fucking.
"Yessssss! More! Give it to me harder!!"
Squeak. Smack. Squeak. Smack. If not for her status as a slave, Amanda could've easily taken control and handled this man easily. The difference between the two women was plain as day. Scarlett was a natural submissive. Amanda had the makings of a proper switch. Had she been present in last night's orgy show, she undoubtedly would've made the strongest impression of all the caged slaves. Bianca twirled and turned her finger inside her as she watched Amanda continue to move in sync. Thrust after thrust, she threw it back and used her booty as a proper instrument of pleasure. Biting her lower lip, she moaned loudly. Hands pressed against the latex blanket, she kept herself raised. Scarlett lowered herself, spreading her legs further to give the gimp better access to thrust deeper into her pussy. His hands released her breasts, and he grabbed her arms. Bianca's eyes widened, gasping at the sight of the gimp pinning Scarlett's hands behind her back. As he thrust harder, Scarlett gazed up at the mistress. She saw Bianca's wicked grin.
"Ohhhh, god! Ohhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!!"
As Scarlett screamed, Bianca pressed her thumb onto her clit. She rubbed it back and forth while using her single finger to pleasure herself. The edges of her heels pressed into the latex blanket, creating lines that went to the hands of both slaves. She bit her lower lip and purred.
"FUCK!! OHHHHHH, YEAH!! I CAN FEEL IT!!"
Amanda screamed again, desperate to reach her orgasm. Bianca wondered how many times she had cum so far today. Would this be the first? Scarlett's body pressed against the latex blanket, blocking her tits from jiggling. Bianca pushed her finger deep enough to reach the knuckle and began twisting back and forth. By now it was a race to see who would cum first among the three women. All bets were on Amanda at this point. The gimp had let go of her hips, allowing her to fully unleash the power of her mighty ass upon him. His thrusts abruptly stopped. Amanda had full control to throw it back again and again. She did so, pushing herself closer and closer to her own climax. She had no care in the world whatsoever if the gimp decided to bust his nut inside her. The real question was if he could hold himself back when she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Only her orgasm mattered. Nothing else was of any concern to Amanda. Over and over, she continued to pump back until she felt it coming.
"I'M ALMOST THERE!! OH MY GOD, YOU GOTTA GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE IT TO ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!"
As Amanda screamed, Bianca aggressively fingered her pussy until she forced herself to cum. Both Scarlett's and Amanda's eyes widened at the sight of Bianca's juices flowing in the air. Her pussy became a fountain raining a trail of liquid onto the latex blanket. She made sure to be the first woman in the room to cum. At the same time, Amanda screamed loudly as the gimp began thrusting again. That was all she needed for her inner walls to tighten around his hard shaft. Seconds later, Scarlett screamed loudly as she reached her orgasm. Her gimp pulled his cock out of her tightening pussy. His gloved hands let go of her wrists, and he stepped back as Scarlett's own juices flooded her thighs, dripping down. Amanda and Scarlett were completely unaware of the rules Bianca set in place for the two gimps. Their duty was to make the slaves cum, but they themselves were denied the right of their own orgasm. The men were undergoing their own training by her hand. With the suits came the responsibility of learning to maintain and control themselves from blowing their loads too soon. Silent training was another factor, hence why the zippers closed their mouths. One mistress was pleased with what she saw from both the female slaves and her two men in rubber suits.
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Cla-clank. Ding. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Ding. Leather and metal collided with concrete and wood in the room. Christina Hendricks was brought her after the usual early morning routine. Mistress Maitland gave her the two necessary hours to fully wake up. A shower and breakfast of her choice outside the cell. The timing was done to prevent her from brushing shoulders with the other two slaves in their own cells. Why were they here? Among other questions, Christina's mind wandered to the black haired mistress she witnessed last night. She still couldn't believe that she witnessed Scarlett Johansson down here. For every time she learned something, new questions emerged that clouded her perspective. Brent had still not visited her in days. Christina was concerned she would not see her master again for a long period of time. Right now she had other concerns that required her immediate attention. Maitland brought her to a small room with a wooden cross mounted in the center. It was lower, requiring someone to be on their knees while bound. Christina's hands were locked in metal wrist cuffs that contained a few chains to make them hang. From this position on her knees, she hung her head low.
Behind her, Maitland prepared her tools and toys for the day. So far, Christina kept quiet and did not ask any pointless questions. A simple 'Yes, Mistress' was adequate for every reply. She didn't allow herself to think aloud. In silence, Christina was left to let her mind wander. She lifted her head slightly, gazing forward at the metal door from afar. Behind her in the corner of the room was a black metal chair with a leather cushion. It was left unused while Maitland built up all the tension by loudly shifting toy after toy. The contents on the table were a mystery to Christina. She paid it no attention with only a single glance when she first entered the room alongside her mistress. Maitland wore nylon stockings to go with black leather boots rising to her knees. The proper footwear of all mistresses. When Christina saw the boots, she fantasized about herself wearing them. Some day in the future it would happen. All of her desires and motivations were reinforced. The longer she had to quietly think about last night's events, she thought about the power that a mistress had weilding chains and riding crops. One day, she would be deemed worthy of the high status, and it would come at the hand of her master.
"You're quiet today. I've been expecting you to something now for a while. It's been more than a few minutes. I figured you would be running your mouth, yapping about something."
No reaction followed. Christina remained quiet, refusing to take the bait from Maitland's taunt. Another sound of metal clanking against the wooden table followed. With her left hand, Maitland adjusted the leather bustier containing her own big tits. She had already quietly slipped off her thong, freeing her pussy and ass to be used soon. The mistress waited for her slave to respond. After several seconds of silence, Maitland spoke again.
"Before we begin, I will allow you to ask me one single question. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Of the many questions Christina could ask, there were three that remained of utmost importance. She was curious about Scarlett's time in the dungeon. The absence of her master was a more worthwhile concern. The third subject on her mind was the identity of the dark haired mistress. Christina believed this was a test in a sort of mind game.
"Who was the other mistress with you last night? The one with black hair."
"Oh..."
Maitland's voice shifted with a subtle laugh. The question clearly surprised her.
"Her name is Aletta Ocean. I doubt you would've ever heard of her before. She's a porn star. She know show to put Hollywood sluts like you in their place. You're not the first one she has used her fists on."
Christina chuckled. She was no longer offended by such statements. Maitland filled her imagination with thoughts of Aletta fisting Scarlett into a blissful oblivion. As her head hung low, Maitland marched around the cross and stood in front of her. In her right hand was a riding crop. She slid the tip under Christina's chin, lifting it up for their eyes to meet. In that moment, Maitland saw the genuine smile of respect Christina carried. No sarcasm or arrogance in her eyes. Christina didn't reply to the statement, but it wasn't enough for Maitland to return a friendly gesture.
"I loved it when you screamed. Those growls you made were something else. No whore in that room could've made those kind of sound like that. You were so much louder than the rest of them. I like that."
Biting her lower lip, Maitland spoke again.
"You were turned on, obviously. But you were more worried about your own pleasure without any concern for all the other whores around you."
Christina nodded, her skin brushing against her metal collar. Maitland flashed the top row of her teeth under her lips in a subtle smile.
"It takes more than good looks to impress me. You have the attitude, but we need to work on your skills. You need to learn to push your limits further. It shouldn't be me and the other mistresses doing that for you. Embrace your wildest desires and let go. Explore them push past your limits."
Stepping away from Christina, Maitland walked over to the table to fetch a particular item. Christina closed her eyes briefly and reopened them when she heard the stomping boots approaching her again. In both hands, Maitland held a plastic double-sided dildo. The color was translucent purple. Scratch marks and bite marks told the story of how thoroughly this sturdy device had been used in the past. The length was clearly more than the length of a ruler. Twenty inches? More than that? Christina was unsure of the exact measurement and didn't want to begin asking pointless questions.
"This is going in your mouth."
Without uttering a single word, Christina opened her mouth wide. Maitland jammed the dildo beyond her lips, studying Christina's response. The panicked tension was avoided, and she took several inches down her throat. As her eyes watered, Christina opened them wider and embraced the blurry vision as her sight drifted to the fluorescent lamps embedded into the ceiling above. Pushing further down, Maitland slowed the pace. The collar hid the bulging movement of Christina's throat muscles widening. Closing her eyes, Christina concentrated on sucking the toy without using her teeth. Wetness formed on her pink vulva lips. If her hands were not fettered to the cross, she would've been pleasuring herself. Maitland jerked the dildo, causing the back of Christina's head to hit the cross with an audible thud. The light pain only made Christina want to suck harder. She slurped loudly as the streams of tears ran down her face. She welcomed this challenge, not intimidated by the idea of getting face-fucked by a plastic toy. Maitland jerked it around again, and Christina's head bounced against the cross a second time. Her head jerked as she met the push.
Maitland quit pushing the dildo as Christina took control. With only the movement of her head, she desperately sucked as much as she possibly could. Maitland withdrew a few inches, offering some relief. Christina tried to wrap her tongue around it. The thickness of the dildo widened her mouth further. She was already thinking about how this toy could stretch her asshole or pussy. Moving her head again, Christina pushed more of the dildo into her mouth and made an effort not to bite. She refused to be just another whore who bit down on this toy, knowing that would displease her mistress. As Maitland jammed more of the dildo down her throat, Christina surrendered all movement. The back of her head gently rubbed against the cross as she loudly slobbered on the toy. Streams of saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth and lower lip. The lines ran down her neck, flowing to her enormous boobs. Maitland pulled the dildo back, watching Christina's throat muscles move, and then she jammed it down yet again. As Christina's eyes opened wide, she gazed at the ceiling and held herself firmly. Toes curling, fingers balling into fists.
She so desperately wanted to touch herself. A finger or two wouldn't be enough. Her mind was already made up on what she would be shoving into her cunt if her hands were freed. The chains rattled, keeping her wrists in place. As Maitland pulled back, she kept around seven or eight inches of the dildo firmly in Christina's mouth. This gave her more room to bob her head. Christina started sucking slowly. Her eyes closed as she aggressively moved up and down. At the moment where she found a rhythm, Maitland abruptly snatched the plastic cock out of Christina's mouth. Gasping for air, she coughed and gagged before hacking up a wad of saliva. A string dripped from her lower lip until Christina flicked her tongue and ejected a thick wad onto the concrete floor. It landed an inch away from Maitland's right boot by complete accident. Christina did not intend to spit so close to her. The mistress responded by leaning down and unlocking Christina's wrists from the cross. The left cuff was undone first, then the right. Holding still, Christina knew that a spoken apology would not suffice. As soon as her hands were free, she quickly leaned down and pressed her body against the cold floor.
In a race against time, Christina made the best effort she could to lick up her own spit before Maitland could order her to. She gazed at the bubbling drool and parted her lips. Without a care of her tongue collecting any dirt, Christina licked up her own spit and began to swiftly swallow it all. What she could not see was the expression on Maitland's face as she towered over her slave. The mistress raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed at this sudden display of respect and correction. No compliment came. The real reward for this obedience was the freedom of her hands without a boot pressing down on her face. Christina kept her face against the floor after she finished licking. She expected Maitland to punish her for the mistake. The mistress stepped over the slave, as if Christina were a piece of human furniture on the floor. Back at the table, she returned the wet dildo to where it previously sat. Maitland grabbed a different one. Slightly skinnier and a more flexible double-ended rubber toy. She smiled to herself, thinking of the naughty possibilities to push Christina over the edge. Glancing across her shoulder, she was pleased to see the slave remained in the same position and had yet to move.
"Stay right there where you belong."
That was all she had to say. No acknowledgement of Christina correcting her mistake. No praise whatsoever for the oral efforts. Maitland's style was uncompromising, rooted completely in pushing the limits of a slave's sexual skills to the highest possible level. Christina did not reply in words, only in actions as she lay there. Her knees pressed against the hard floor. Uncomfortable, but still bearable. Maitland stood to Christina's left, knowing that she would turn her head and glance out of curiosity to witness the newly chosen toy.
"Look at this, whore."
Revealing the toy, she studied Christina's expression. Similar to the other dildos she had used, this one was also translucent. An amber, slightly yellowish tint. No biting marks or scratches were visible. The toy was new and had never been used before. Using both hands, Maitland bent it into the shape of a horseshoe.
"Do you know what this will be used for?"
"My pussy and ass? At the same time?"
"Right on both counts. Get up. Stand properly on all fours with your neck straight and ass low."
Maitland laid her intentions bare. Christina was preparing for a lustful onslaught that would push her limits again. Exhaling a deep breath, she assumed the position on her hands and knees. Her massive breasts swayed, nipples brushing against the floor below. Slightly spreading her legs, she straightened her neck.
"After what you did last night in that cage, I assume you're ready to take this."
"Give it to me, Mistress."
"Oh, so eager. I like to see that from a slut. You still want more after everything I put you through last night."
Grinning to herself, Maitland began by sliding one end of the toy down the crack of Christina's ass. The slave's height wasn't low enough for her mistress's approval. Maitland remedied that problem by planting her left boot on Christina's back.
"I said ass low."
As Maitland pushed her foot down, Christina grumbled slightly. Her lips pursed to prevent any more unwanted sounds. The last thing she wanted to do was annoy her mistress with subtle noises. Her breasts rubbed against the floor. Soon enough, she would be screaming her lungs out during a real test of pleasure. Maitland removed her foot from Christina's back and slid one end of the toy down the crack of her ass. Closing her eyes for a moment, Christina quietly sighed. If only she could talk, she would undoubtedly be begging to feel something in her ass. The length of the toy would make it easy to push deep. She felt it push in and let out a low moan.
"Ohhhhhhhhh... Mmmmmmmmm..."
Christina bit her lower lip, changing the pitch of her moans to a lower tone. Maitland twisted the toy, sinking it deeper into her ass. For every inch she pushed, Christina hissed and bit her lip harder. Maitland gritted her teeth, enjoying this reaction from the slave. The other end of the dildo pressed against Christina's moist vulva and then slid inside. Closing her eyes again, Christina quietly embraced this moment of double penetration. It was nothing she couldn't handle. Her own training had pushed her to this point. If not for the toys, Christina would've been more than eager to stuff her own fist into her cunt. Maybe she would get the chance to do that for the second consecutive day. Maitland's knee brushed the floor as she leaned down further to push the toy further inside Christina. Without being ordered, Christina lowered her right hand and did it herself. The mistress huffed at first. Her irritation became joyful as she witnessed Christina pushing it all the way in herself.
"Oh... you wanted that."
If Maitland was taunting her, Christina ignored the possible bait by not responding. So long as she maintained herself in the same position, Christina believed that she was free of any potential punishment. She pressed her hand back in place where it belonged on the floor to create the position. Maitland took a few steps closer, gazing at the slave with her hands on her hips. She subtly inspected Christina before marching back to the table behind the cross. She grabbed a long chain and then marched her way back to Christina. Maitland reached down and hooked the chain into Christina's collar by the metal ring. Now that the slave was properly leashed, Maitland moved behind her and yanked the chain. Christina gritted her teeth, snarling as she was pulled into a sitting position that pushed every last inch of the double-sided toy into her pussy and ass simultaneously.
"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHH!!"
Maitland grinned at the expression across Christina's face. The round middle part of the toy prevented Christina from sitting firmly on her buttocks. Christina was not concerned at all about her mistress. She was focused entirely on the toy between her thighs. Snarling loudly, she began to grind her hips to work it back and forth.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"
She did not interrupt this odd movement. Maitland was amused to some extent to see the way Christina was grinding her hips. A brief smile faded within seconds as she shook her head to hold back a laugh.
"What is that supposed to be? Are you trying to hump the floor?"
Once again, Christina avoided replying. She did not care even if Maitland would punish her actions. She wanted her holes filled, and the wish came in the form of a double-sided toy. Despite Maitland's scolding questions, she did not stop Christina. Holding the chain with her right hand, she watched the links dangle. Christina had the freedom to pleasure herself in this short window of time. When Maitland tugged the chain, her eyes focused on her, and she screamed.
"MISTRESS!!"
"Mistress, what!? Speak up!"
"GIVE ME A COMMAND, MISTRESS!!"
All of her thoughts were focused on pleasure and obeying the supreme word of her mistress. Maitland was impressed but refused to show that to Christina. She quickly moved behind the cross, tugging the chain to pull Christina back against the wood. Her ass slid against the dry concrete floor. When she felt the wooden cross rubbing against her back, Christina quickly shifted her knees back into the kneeling position. Her arms rose, and she moved them back into the restraints. With no words spoken, Christina acted on pure instinct. She easily guessed that her mistress wanted her bound again. The right wrist was shackled first, then the left hand. Cuffed to the cross for a second time, Christina found it easier to roll her hips and move the toy inside her. Maitland seemed hesitant to voice a direct order. Christina was completely unsure of her mistresses' intentions.
"Let's see how much you enjoy being bound while your holes are stuffed."
The chain wrapped around her stomach. The cold metal made Christina gasp. She continued to rock her hips, moving the toy in her holes. Maitland wrapped another layer of the long chain around her stomach. She pulled it underneath her those gigantic tits and wrapped the metal over them. Christina came to realize that Maitland was using the chain as if it were a rope to tie around her body. The links tightened, rubbing against her pale skin. She lifted her head and let out a sharp moan.
"This is your cross to bear, whore!"
Another wrap around squeezed her skin. When this was all over, Christina's skin would be decorated in the pattern of chain links like sacred runes. Another line ran above her breasts, slightly below her neck. Maitland pulled the chain tightly, squeezing Christina's tits between it. She squealed before gritting her teeth and growling loudly.
"That's what I want to hear! You were growling so loud last night, I know every slut in the room heard you. Let me hear you! Louder!"
Closing her eyes briefly, Christina struggled to move her hips. The chain wrapped around her body and the cross post, squeezing her chest. Maitland curled the last links around the tip of the cross, constricting Christina's body tightly against it. With her tits fully exposed, Maitland noticed the hardened nipples. She licked her lips and leaned in, pinching them with both hands. Her eyes were set upon Christina's face as she pulled her tights and made them shake.
"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHH!! GOD!!"
"You want more?"
"YES, MISTRESS!!"
"Do you want some nipple clamps?"
"YES, PLEASE!! USE THEM ON ME!!"
Maitland pranced her way back to the table, swaying her hips. Despite the chain wrapping around her body, Christina wasn't going to let it prevent her from working the toy inside her. She continued to roll her hips, trying everything in her power to move the toy while restrained. It became impossible due to the tightness of the wrapped chain. Maitaland returned with a set of gold nipple clamps with a short chain connecting them. She faced Christina, squatting on the floor. Two fingers pulled apart one clamp, and then she slid it to grip the left nipple. As Christina squealed, Maitland grinned.
"Oh, yes. Scream for me a little bit louder. Do some more of those growling noises. I love listening to you do that."
Christina obliged with a guttural scream that made Maitland loudly laugh. She leaned closer, laughing in her face as the next grueling growl came out. Maitland chuckled again and pulled at the nipple clamp. Her other hand squeezed Christina's free tit. Sliding it closer, she applied the nipple clamp. Christina gritted her teeth and hissed loudly. Maitland mocked her by making the same facial expression, baring all teeth in her face. The chain connected to the clamps pulled her tits together more closely. Christina had completely stopped trying to move the toy inside her holes. Maitland slid her hand between Christina's thighs and curled her index finger around the rubber device. Instead of fucking Christina with it, she carefully pulled it out of both holes. Freedom from the toy caused Christina to whimper and pout. From that, Maitland knew she wanted the toy. She grinned, teasing the slave as she lifted it closer. Bending the toy back into a straightened line, Maitland fed the end that was previously up Christina's ass to her lips.
A flick of the tongue followed her lips parting, eager to take this side first. Going from ass to mouth, Christina squeezed her lips around the dildo and sucked hard. 'Mmmmmmmm,' the muffled moan followed as Maitland twisted the toy into her mouth. At any moment now, Christina expected an aggressive thrust down her throat. The moment came seconds later, and Christina met it by bobbing her head forward. Once again, she met Maitland's challenge and took on more of the dildo. It thrust back and forth between her lips. Her tongue slid across the hard celluloid object, lips squeezing tightly around it. Maitland continued to thrust it, but not at the faster pace she used earlier. She chose an alternate strategy for pushing Christina over the edge. The nipple clamps served as a way to test her arousal. As Christina sucked the dildo. Maitland tugged the small chain with her index finger. She pulled ever so slightly as Christina closed her eyes and gagged all over the toy. Her huge boobs jiggled in the slightest motion. A harder tug of the nipples came next, testing Christina's resolve to bite down on the dildo. The reaction was avoided. Only Christina's pressed against it. Maitland withdrew the dildo with a loud pop.
"You like tasting your own ass on this dildo, slut?"
"Yes. Ohhhhh, yes. I love it."
Christina sighed, breathing heavily as she pouted. Her annoyed gestures finally earned a sincere smile from her mistress.
"I know you're wet. I bet you wish that I would use my fingers on you. Is that what you want, whore? Do you want me to shove a finger or two in your pussy?"
Gazing into Maitland's deep blue eyes, Christina bared her teeth. She swallowed and then spat out an unthinkable statement at her mistress.
"I don't want just your fingers. That's not enough. Use your whole fucking fist on me. Do it just like I had last night."
Maitland's lower lip fell in utter shock. Christina's desires had evolved. Fisting brought something out of her that she wanted more of. The dildo fell from her grasp, hitting the floor with a low sound. She hid her emotions behind a devious expression while twisting her right hand fingers into a tight fist.
"Wish granted!"
Christina gasped, eagerly anticipating the moment. After she fisted herself last night in front of all the other slaves, she couldn't resist this rough temptation. The double-edged toy wasn't enough to satisfy her. It could've possibly done the job at another time, but not after the experiences Christina received in this dungeon. The more, the better. The small chain connecting her nipples dangled as Maitland pressed her knuckles against the wet folds.
"Scream for me! Scream, slut!"
Eyes widening, teeth clenched and body bound. Christina roared a thunderous growl into Maitland's face as she felt the hand stretching her vulva for the second time in a matter of a day's time. This was no longer a challenge. Christina wanted this for her own sake.
"FUCK!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!"
The hand pushed in, and Maitland twisted her wrist while tightening her fingers into a fistful of cunt. Christina screamed again. Harsh, raspy growls echoed in the room, barking directly at Maitland's face. Their eyes connected again, and then Maitland reached out with her left hand. She reached for Christina's face, using two fingers to open her mouth into an 'O' shape. Unable to grit her teeth, Christina moaned again at the fist moving inside her. The sounds of her screams became incoherent, higher pitched, and piercing through Maitland's ears. She squeezed Christina's face harder, keeping her lips parted all while working her fist. Back and forth, she twisted and turned. Christina shook, dangling from the restraints binding her to the cross. Maitland let go of her face and then pulled at the small chain holding the nipple clamps.
"FUCKKKKK!! OHHHHHHHHH!!"
To the left, then to the right and back to the left again. Maitland twisted and turned her fist slowly. Christina only wished she could witness how deep her mistress made it. As she tried to gaze down, Maitland tugged the nipple clamps' chain again as Christina raised her head. Gazing into the white lights above. Maitland was proud of this display. A Hollywood star cuffed to the cross and bound tightly by a chain wrapped around her buxom body. All the pride and arrogance Christina carried with her large chest were received by the nipple clamps holding them together. Maitland tugged them again as Christina snarled and growled as her body tensed up. There was no warning, and she didn't try to hold back her orgasm. Maitland grinned and gasped in surprise as she felt Christina's cum drenching her hand from inside. Every scream Christina hollered was undoubtedly heard from outside the locked room. Maitland was pleased as she slipped her hand out of Christina's cunt. Raising her fist, Maitland relaxed her hand.
Christina was out of breath, unable to pant or move due to the chain wrapped around her. She and Maitland both gazed at the shining liquid layer that coated Maitland's pale fingers. Three thin lines trailed down her forearm, visible to Christina's eyes. An unforgettable sight to behold, witnessing her own cum splattered across a powerful woman's delicate hand. Maitland raised her hand above her lips and parted her lips. Not a word was spoken as she licked her hand clean of Christina's cum. Her left hand moved away from the chain between Christina's tits, leaving them clamped for now. The room fell to a quiet standstill with only the faint sound of breathing. A rare moment shared between mistress and slave. In silence, Maitland created a bond with Christina while licking her pinky finger clean. This was a gift for a slave to watch her mistress licking her cum. There was no other woman in the dungeon Christina would've wanted to taste her bodily juices. Beyond all the hostilities that came through training, there was a mutual respect underneath it all. Maitland was pleased. Progress had been made.
TO BE CONTINUED