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!
Los Angeles, CaliforniaAnother 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
Topic: Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 3 (Christina Hendricks) (Read 74151 times)