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Christina Hendricks gave an exasperated sigh, tossing her bag aside onto a chair in the latest hotel room. It was another hotel room in another city, just for a couple of days as she gave yet more interviews to more reporters in promotion for her latest film. It was all part of the circus, she knew that, but she was exhausted by it; going over the same things, the same questions, the same frustrations time and again. Friday evening, end of the week, and she just needed to relax now, get away from it somehow. Stepping into the generic hotel room, she cast herself down on the end of the bed, leaning back on her hands and rolling her head back, feeling the tightness in her muscles as she kicked her shoes off. She wondered if she could get a massage to help relax her and work away the stress and strain in her body, gently pummel away the tiredness and tension from her curves. It wouldn't scratch one itch though, the one she felt deep inside her, tingling with her craving. That craving was sex; plain and simple, she needed to have it. Frankly, she needed to get fucked. She was would admit it to herself if nobody else, but she needed a guy to absolutely spend all of his energy on her, to put every last bit of effort into screwing her, to pull at her hips, squeeze at her breasts, bite at her neck.
She shivered a little as she thought about it. It'd been a while since she'd had sex now and she was hungry for it, feeling it as a deep frustration she couldn't be alleviated by any other method it seemed. Sure she had her fingers and a couple of vibrators like so many women, and she'd put them to good use whilst being out on the promotional tour, but it just wasn't hitting the spot. She needed sex. More than that, she needed to get fucked, that was the truth; she needed a guy to take charge, pin her down and absolutely take her, fuck her, enjoy her. As she thought about that she squeezed her thighs together at the tingle of arousal she felt, her mind tumbling over thoughts, dreams and memories, of sexual encounters, about what she could do, what she could have a guy do to her, the intimate rough and tumble of a vigorous fuck session. Standing up, she stepped over to the minibar to get herself a drink; at least that was covered for her. Picking out a small bottle of scotch, she chucked a couple of ice cubes into a glass and poured it over them, picking it up to take a deep inhale of the aroma before taking a long, slow sip, feeling the burn spread through her throat in its wake. She took another sip, eyes closed, giving a sigh as she felt a little tension release from herself.
She knew her vibrator was going to get used tonight, that was for sure. She needed to slide it slowly into her pussy and feel it make her tingle, even if the release was going to be fundamentally unsatisfactory. Deep down, she needed to get fucked. On top of that, something else she realised was that it had to be a big cock, something to deeply and completely stretch her out, work her pussy properly, which she knew meant only one thing; calling him. It was the truth of things and what she knew she needed. In a way she hated herself for it, for needing sex in that specific way. She'd gone for years without such an impressive cock prior to meeting him, and all it had taken was that one night to seemingly get her hooked on it again, needing him to squeeze it inside her and take her for a serious ride again. She gave another sigh as she drank her scotch, mind running a mile a minute as she contemplated it, calling him, verbally surrendering to him over the phone. She knew he'd make her do it, want to hear her admit her wants to him, and knew he would likely expect something from her in return. What made it worse was she knew she would agree to do it, unable to help herself.
Fixing herself another drink, she sipped through it before she fully admitted it to herself and steeled herself for the phone call ahead. Finding her purse, she pulled out his card, the one he had so boldly slipped into her bra on the night they'd met and studied it. She knew the number even if she pretended that she didn't, taking in the slightly creased card a little for a moment, pondering what had happened last time she'd dialled him, how he had delivered everything she had hoped for. Laying it aside on the bed, she sipped her second drink and stood up, giving a stretch before she stood her glass down, then reaching round behind herself for the zip on her snug, figure-hugging dress. Drawing it down, she shrugged the blue silk forward from her shoulders and pushed it down, letting it drop down around her feet. Stepping out of it, she picked it up to put it aside more carefully over another chair, taking hold of her glass again to drain it, feeling the burn of the scotch as she sank it and stood it aside with a clink of ice cubes. She gave a little sigh to herself, standing by the bed in just her lacy black bra and panties, pausing a moment before she gave in.
“Fuck it,” she said to herself, knowing what she had to do. Sitting back down on the bed, she found her phone from her bag and picked up his card, dialling the number carefully. She didn't keep it saved in her phone, always wanting to keep it a little out of reach. Taking a breath, she pressed to call and raised her phone, heart starting to pump quicker as there was a moment before it started ringing. There was a couple of rings, making her think perhaps he wasn't going to answer, or that she could suddenly back out of this, take control of herself. That was all swept away as he answered however, the line clicking to connect before he spoke.
“Miss Hendricks,” he said, cool and calm, as if he'd been expecting her call.
“Hello,” she replied, unsure how to begin such a conversation, and immediately put off her game by his suave answer.
“How are you doing?” he asked, as casual as anything despite the fact he must know why she was calling him.
“I'm doing alright, just...busy, stressed with work you know?” she said, saying something that might perhaps give away why she was calling him.
“Yes work can get on top of you sometimes, especially when one has the busy career that you do,” he replied.
“Absolutely, all these press events and stuff, it gets too much sometimes,” she said, sighing again as she contemplated it a moment.
“Indeed. So Christina, why are you calling me?” he asked, bringing it very much back on topic.
“I...was hoping you had some time to meet up?” she asked, coy about what she wanted.
“Meet up, like a date, Miss Hendricks?” he said, addressing her properly again, something he did that seemed to just work on her infuriatingly well.
“I...well no, not exactly like that,” she replied, stumbling a little on her words as she felt a tingle run through her.
“Christina, I think you and I are far beyond games now, don't you?” he replied, addressing her hesitation.
“Yes, I think we are,” she conceded, since they most definitely were.
“You don't want me to take you out on a date. So, tell me exactly what you want, don't waste my time,” he replied, putting her on the spot. She hesitated a moment, drawing a breath, feeling her heart pound as the seconds stretched with no interruption from him.
“I...” she mumbled, hesitation again.
“Christina, tell me right now,” he said, the power to his voice making her tremble, that dominant tone that had worked so effectively on her in the first place.
“I want you to fuck me,” she blurted out, being blunt and honest. She didn't know why it was this difficult, she'd done it before and they both knew why she was calling him. It was like she could hear him smile down the phone, loving hearing her say it, contemplating what he could do with her.
“Well now, that is an excellent invitation, especially since I know how well you fuck,” he said, the sound of his pleasure evident in his voice as he rubbed it in, loving to make her admit it, like she knew he would.
“Where are you right now?” he asked, since she just kept silent, waiting for him to tell her what to do.
“I'm in a hotel in L.A, here to do this press work,” she said, “I'm here for the next few days, but I've got some time this weekend,” she said.
“Quite convenient, since I'm in San Francisco this weekend, business here. Quite fortuitous,” he said.
“Yes, quite,” she replied in a small voice, waiting on him.
“But you see there's a problem,” he said, sending a cold rush through Christina.
“A problem?” she questioned, wondering what could possibly stand in his way as she offered herself.
“Yes, you see I have other engagements tomorrow evening, and I fly out again on Sunday. I am not sure I can spare the time to come to you,” he replied calmly, as if he were simply talking about a business meeting.
“Oh,” she said shortly, unsure what to say. It made her feel a little foolish to be rejected, embarrassed that she'd called. She kept herself calm though, waiting.
“It is a difficult situation indeed. But, I could potentially alter my arrangements,” he said, offering her hope that it was not a call in vain.
“Oh?” she said again, but with optimism to her voice that she couldn't hide.
“Yes, however I've had this appointment for quite a while, and it would be a shame to cancel it. Why should I come and see you, Miss Hendricks?” he said, suddenly putting the ball back in her court. Flustered, her heart suddenly racing, she stumbled to think of what to say, how to reply to him, tempt him.
“Well, I...I mean I'm...” she stuttered, unable to think quick enough, unexpectedly having to justify quite why he should come down to L.A. and fuck her, something she thought was an explanation in itself.
“Come now Miss Hendricks, what is it you're offering me?” he said, giving her a moment to collate her thoughts, heart pumping as his tone exuded dominance and control, the kind she knew he would use with her when they were together. It was a very open question, and one where she knew what the answer was. After a deep breath, she shared it;
“Everything,” she whispered, eyes closed as she surrendered herself. There was a pause at the other end of the phone, evidently just composing himself and enjoying his victory somewhat.
“Well now, that covers an awful lot of things, Miss Hendricks,” he said, just quantifying what it was she was proposing. It was evident that he would take her at her word, and she would expect nothing less.
“Everything,” she repeated, louder this time, reinforcing that was really was offering all of herself to him. She would be his to play with in any way he pleased, just as long as he sunk all of his thick cock deep inside her.
“Then I think I will be able to rearrange my schedule to come and see you, Christina,” he said, the sound of his smile evident over the phone once more.
“Excellent, when?” she replied, taking control of herself again and wanting to get the details.
“I'll come to you around seven tomorrow, send me the details of your hotel,” he said coolly, frustratingly calm at what he'd got from her, how he'd broken her down.
“OK Do you want me to dress in anything particular for you?” she offered, having already given herself to him, there seemed little point now in much besides seeking to maximise the experience.
“I will leave it to you. I am sure you know what I appreciate,” he said, leaving it up to her, another point of frustration for her to come.
“OK, I'll see you tomorrow evening,” she said, since there was nothing else left to say.
“You will. Until then, Miss Hendricks,” he said, coolly signing off, the phone clicking off as she lowered it from her hot ear. With the end of the call, she realised how tense she was, how tight she'd been holding herself, muscles knotted up intently. With a deep sigh, she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and collapsed back on the bed, tension accelerating her heart a little more before it slowed with her deep breaths, magnificent chest rising and falling as she sprawled on the covers. She felt exhilarated but exhausted, tense but frustratingly horny, pussy wet and ready in the aftermath of her loaded surrender to him. One hand slid to her impressive chest, giving a squeeze to her uncontainable breast as her other hand pushed over her tummy to the edge of lacy panties, just toying along the waistband a moment before she lifted them and delved beneath, through her triangle of pubic hair and straight to her waiting, aching clit.
She gave a shuddering groan as she touched herself, her fingertips feeling electric as they slid straight onto her delicate button, wasting no time in going to it immediately now and starting to circle as she remedied her arousal. She didn't intend to press her fingers into herself, sink them deep inside her, knowing it would only perpetuate the frustration she already felt that now would be addressed the following night. Right now she just needed to come, to bring herself to a rapid climax, and set about doing that as her fingers firmly circled her sensitive nub, pressing firmly as they raced around it, her other hand squeezing and grasping at her chest as she arched on the bed with pleasure. She thought about him taking charge, her surrendering completely to him, letting him do exactly what he wanted with her. Her hand faltered at her chest, fingers just hesitating a second in their ministrations as a thought crossed her mind, a sinful, scintillating thought that made her tingle.
Working her fingers at her clit again, rolling her hips into it, she raised her other hand slowly from her breast to her throat, just letting her fingers play over her soft, pale skin as she shivered at the touch of it. Continuing to masturbate, faster now, she turned her hand to close it around her throat, just giving a little squeeze that immediately made her body rush, giving out a stuttering breath of pleasure. Deep, illicit pleasure, the kind she would get if she were controlled, dominated, owned. Squeezing again harder, she felt another tingle spread through her as her fingers accelerated, attacking her clit busily now as she felt the orgasm building, much faster now as she gripped her throat. Squeezing again, she gripped hard enough to just make her breath catch, making her arch from the bed, nipples tingling as they stiffened a little more through her bra at the illicit pleasure, imagining him taking charge of her in such a way.
She was on the brink now, and knew that with another clench of her hand she would climax, so she didn't hold back. Taking a last, quick breath, she squeezed hard, choking herself, feeling a little pain as her fingertips dug into her alabaster skin, breath cut off. She managed to let out a hard, choked, guttural gasping sound as her orgasm immediately hit her, rushing up through her body from where she rubbed intently beneath the lacy black underwear, fingers dancing expertly on her clit. In her moment of climax she thought of how he would treat her, control her, and just how badly she needed that as her body tensed up, stomach pulling tightly as she bucked on the bed as her peak hit her, hips bouncing and thrusting up into her aching hand. Working herself through, her eyes squeezing shut, she was silent save for the little noises that escaped as her hand just gripped a little tighter at her neck, sending a final edge through her in the last moments before it all became too much. As the sensitivity took over, pleasure fading quickly, she pulled her fingers off her button as she released her throat, letting out a deep, heavy gasp, followed by long, desperate breaths, huge chest heaving as her head spun, sucking in the cool air as heat pricked her skin all over.
For a minute she just lay there, flopped on the bed, taking deep, slow breaths she tried to control her heart rate, hand still shoved in her panties, the other draped across her chest, fingertips curling slightly into the skin at her collarbone as her throat ached in the aftermath. Eyes still shut, she just basked in relief, feeling more relaxed than she had all week in that moment. She rested for a couple of minutes, sweat cooling on her skin, feeling herself go a little numb in the sheer bliss before a cold shiver stirred her. Pulling herself awake, she slid her hand from her underwear and gave a stretch, arching stiffly from the bedding before sitting herself up, sliding off the edge onto her feet and walking to the bathroom to take a hot, refreshing shower. Getting the water running, she reached back to unclip her bra, letting her fantastic chest bounce softly free as she leaned down to quickly slip her panties off, casting the underwear back out the bathroom door before stepping into the hot cascade, shivering in pleasure at the saturation to her pale skin.
Despite her release, she couldn't stop her mind straying to thoughts of him and what he might do with her, trembling slightly as she thought of what she'd offered him, heart pumping as she thought of what she might get after promising “everything” to him. Nerves coursed through her, but so did a ripple of arousal, screwing her nipples into hard points under the hot spray, pussy tingling with an urge to be touched again as she showered. Christina let her hand stray close to it, over the curve of her hip, silky skin sliding beneath her touch, teasing across her stomach as her thighs squeezed a little at the temptation, before she controlled herself and pulled back. She wanted to leave it now, to leave herself bubbling at the thought of him taking her, using and controlling her the following evening. With that restraint, she finished her shower and shut it off, swathing herself in a large towel as she walked back into the bedroom. Drying herself off with it, she cast herself onto the bed, not bothering to find anything else to wear as she sprawled on the covers, just enjoying the freedom of being naked as she let tiredness overwhelm her, realising how long the day had been. The next day was by no means free and she still had some appointments in the morning, so decided to enjoy the opportunity to sleep. Sliding beneath the covers, she enjoyed their dry, rough feel on her soft skin, spreading out and quite quickly dozing off, the day catching up with her.
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Waking the next morning, it took just a few seconds before she realised what would happen in the evening. It sent a rush of excitement through her, making her mind race with thoughts of what could happen, but she fought to suppress them, knowing it would do no good to get wound up over them right now. It did remind her to send him her details though, and she sent a time and the hotel details to him in a text message, setting things fully in motion. She pondered what she was going to wear for him, knowing he loved to see her make an effort, figuring she would have to go lingerie shopping since she had hardly planned on this and didn't have anywhere near enough to dress as she wanted to. It was alright though, she had the afternoon free after press events and other PR work in the morning. She could spend a couple of hours finding the right thing to wrap herself in for him, make her the most pleasing she could for him. Christina paused a moment to think just why she wanted to please him so much, and given she was already offering all of herself she should already be doing that, but cast the thought from her mind, unable to come up with an answer that matched her strong, independent attitude.
The morning seemed to pass in a haze, unable to concentrate on what she was doing, her mind constantly wandering to the pleasure and pain of the night to come. She wondered what he would do with her, how he would apply the freedom she had promised him, knowing full well he would take advantage of it and make use of her. Feeling her pussy wettening again as she thought about it, she shook herself out of it and back to what she was supposed to be doing, suppressing her thoughts and managing to get focused on her day, getting into the rhythm of the press events and ticking away a few hours doing what she was meant to for the film. With it over, she paused for lunch, enjoying a few minutes of break before she headed out to the shops to get prepared, her tummy tingling slightly with nerves.
She immediately headed into expensive lingerie shops, knowing she wanted something sultry to please him. Christina wondered what she should wear, how far she should go with it; she knew he would appreciate it as he loved her curves in lingerie, but she also wanted something reasonably practical, nothing that would take too long to get off so he could ravage her swiftly. After looking around shops for a couple of hours, taking her time and thinking it over as she gazed over all sorts of corsets, basques, bustiers, bras, panties, garter belts and stockings. There was so much choice, dismissing the offers of assistance she received as she tumbled it over in her mind. In the end, she made up her mind and went back to the shops she'd decided on for the items she wanted. Christina wanted to go for black underwear, but decided not to go for garters and stockings this time, thinking some hold-ups would be better and she had seen some fantastic ones so went to buy those. They were sexy, black, detailed hold-up stockings, with a beautiful lacy design all the way up front from the ankle to the top, which was a nice lacy edging to accentuate where they wrapped around her thighs.
With those bought, she headed back to another store with her eyes on a sexy basque, knowing it was just the right thing. Sexy but quite easily removed. After looking around a little for it, she had to ask as due to the size of her magnificent chest they had nothing out. She was in luck though, and they were able to find the right size to contain her voluptuous body in the alluring black basque, a mixture of satin and sheer panels, with a little padding at the chest and lovely lacy edging around it and the slender straps for her shoulders. It had attached garters but she could unclip those for another time. To complete her shop, she also selected a pair of black panties to match the basque, also with a mix of sheer and satin that gave a peek at her treasures but just kept enough hidden. Feeling confident that she'd look pretty special for him, she headed back to her hotel with her rustling paper bags, having plenty of time before he arrived for her. She took a little time to relax a bit, having a coffee and watching some TV, just working to keep herself calm as the lingerie bags seemed to look at her, begging her to take it out, touch it, wrap herself in it.
Deciding she could resist no longer, she set about getting ready for him, turning off the telly and beginning to strip off, casting her clothes onto the end of the bed and heading for the bathroom in her underwear. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, just staring at her body, taking in her curves before she reached back to release her bra, taking the impressive garment off and freeing her large chest, letting her breasts hang free and eyeing herself, pleased with how they looked. Reaching down she slipped her panties off, casting them down to her ankles to let her take in her triangle of pubic hair pointing down at her clit. It was a little untidy but she liked having her sexy little style, however she also wanted to please him, excite him when he slipped her panties off. Christina decided she'd shave herself smooth, get rid of everything and give him a silky surprise to run his tongue over. Casting her underwear out of the bathroom, she got her razor, lathered up with shaving foam and settled down to take several minutes to carefully shave herself to smooth perfection. With a final wipe of the towel, she gazed down over her beautifully smooth mound, tingling a little at the sensitive sensation of the rough fabric on her freshly shaved skin. Pleased with herself, she ran a deep, hot bath to recline in, tying her long red hair up out the way as the water thundered into the tub.
Relaxing in the hot water, Christina let her hands roam a little, squeezing her huge breasts, feeling how sensitive they were as she tingled, nipples drawn instantly into points in anticipation. Her fingers pushed lightly over her silky pussy, loving how smooth it was and knowing he would love it. After taking time to relax in the hot water, she pulled the plug and got out, drying herself off as she headed back into her main room, pulling the shopping bags onto the bed now. After removing all the labels and tags, she stood for a couple more minutes to dry off and cool down more before setting about putting it on, slipping into the sexy panties first before pausing to remove the garters from the basque before squeezing her curves into it, settling it onto her body and comfortably arranging her huge breasts in it, almost spilling out. Sitting down on the bed, she pulled the hold-ups smoothly up her legs, unrolling them onto her thighs, feeling them squeeze snugly around to hold on. Dressed in her lingerie, she took a moment to study herself in the mirror, shifting her breasts a little more as she admired herself. She then took a few minutes to fix her make-up, making her eyes dark and smoky to go with deep red lipstick, a sharper contrast to her hair as she let it back down around her shoulders.
Ready aside from a dress, Christina poured herself a scotch, taking a deep sip of it to calm her nerves as they built up. She'd decided on a blue silk dress, one of the few she had with her, which had a nice split up the skirt to show off her hold-ups and a good cut to the chest to highlight her breasts. Stepping into it, Christina pulled it up over her shoulders and reached back to zip it up, smoothing it out slinkily over her lingerie before stepping into the high-heels she'd chosen, some simple black suede style ones with a four inch heel to accentuate her figure. Ready, she took another trembling breath, drawing her glass of scotch and then tidying away everything littering the bed, throwing it out the way into the cupboards, leaving her waiting for him. Glancing at the clock, there was around half an hour to go in her wait for him, making her sit down and take a moment to calm herself down. She didn't know why she was so nervy, she'd done this before after all and it was exactly the same, she knew he would like what she had for him. She got another scotch and kept that in mind, that she was exactly what he wanted and would thoroughly enjoy as she sipped her drink. The time seemed to tick away so slowly, but it felt like it had gone in an instant as there was a knock at her door a couple of minutes early, shocking her despite having been waiting for it. Christina sucked in a deep breath, heart pumping hard as she stood up, taking a second to make sure she was perfectly presented for him before stepping to the door and opening it to him, waiting casually at her door with a slight smile that hinted his pleasure at what was waiting for him.
“Good evening, miss Hendricks,” he said politely with a slight nod, wearing a tidy suit.
“Evening,” she replied simply, giving a slightly nervous smile. His eyes scanned slowly down the length of her body, making no secret of checking her out.
“You look fantastic,” he commented, making her smile shyly.
“Thank you, it's all for you,” she said, blushing a little.
“Good, can I?” he asked, gesturing towards her room behind her.
“Oh sorry, please,” she said hurriedly, having got lost in meeting him and not invited him straight into her accommodation. She stepped aside and welcomed him in, closing the door behind him and locking it securely, not wanting any risk of being interrupted.
“Very nice, you get to stay in some lovely places,” he said, looking around the fairly opulent room.
“Yeah I do, can't complain,” she said, still stood against the door, watching him glance around, a little annoyed he didn't just check her out.
“The room, however, is nothing compared to what's in it,” he said, suddenly looking straight at her, making her heart squeeze and a breath catch in her throat.
“My, you do look sensational. I like that you've dressed up for me, Christina,” he said, addressing her again in a way that just somehow made her melt a little.
“Thank you, I try to make an effort,” she managed, holding back the nervous stutter that almost accompanied her words. His eyes just ate her up for a few moments more, scanning over her curves, her body snugly wrapped in the blue silk, highlighting every gorgeous feminine shape of her body. Reaching out towards her, he gestured with his fingers for her to approach.
“Come here, Christina,” he said quietly, but with a voice that simply conveyed his dominance. She felt the urge to obey him, to subserviently do as she was told, but she couldn't quite give in to him so easily, freezing and resisting stepping forward even though she wanted to. There was a pause and then he suddenly snapped his fingers at her, his smile fading into a sterner expression.
“Miss Hendricks, now,” he said sharply, making her immediately respond, heart surging and feet obeying, stepping away from the door towards him, knowing in that moment he'd broken her and she was now going to submit completely to him. She had already known it would be that way, that he essentially owned her, but it had been her token protest against it. Stepping close to him, his hand immediately squeezed her breast hard, making her gasp as she still stepped just a bit nearer him, his grasp tight as he clamped down on her gorgeous chest. Groping her, he then let his hand slide round her back as his other hand slid over her hip and round to take a firm grip of her ass, making her moan slightly in her throat, looking him in the eye as he took a hold of her, holding her close to him, able to smell his reminiscent scent, reminding her of the last time they were together. Holding her, he leaned forward and kissed her, dominantly but quite gently, in charge but it was a soft kiss all the same, their lips pressing together, tongues just touching firmly.
“Don't test me, Christina,” he said as they broke apart. “I want us to have fun, but if you push me then I will take control. I can punish you as hard as I can bring you pleasure, so don't invite it unless you want it,” he said.
“OK,” she breathed, heart beating hard in her chest, head swimming. She gave a cry as his hand suddenly pulled up into her long red hair, yanking her head back sharply.
“What was that?” he asked, waiting for her to slip up as he leaned close and nuzzled along her neck. Trying to ignore the tingles running through her body, and the wetness of her pussy, she concentrated.
“Yes, sir,” she responded, knowing what he wanted to hear, testing her.
“Good,” he replied, then kissed softly at her neck, making her sigh in pleasure, drawing his tongue back up her pale skin under her jaw.
“Sir, I have an idea I think you will like,” she offered, obeying him perfectly, silently hating herself for submitting so easily to him, but at the same time absolutely dripping with arousal over it.
“Go on,” he said, hand sliding out of her hair to her back again, his other still squeezing her ass.
“I was thinking you could tie me up. Then that way you can have me at your mercy, I will do anything you want,” she said, wanting to offer him complete control of her. Pausing, he gave a smile as he leaned back from her, hands sliding to hold the pinch of her waist.
“Christina, I'm not going to tie you up,” he said with a smile, hands squeezing a little at her body as she looked a little put out.
“I'm not going to tie you up because I don't need to,” he continued, making her breath catch, eyes widening.
“You will submit completely, and do anything I ask of you. You want me to bind you as an excuse, something you can tell yourself as to why you did everything I'm going to tell you to. But I'm not going to give you it, because I have no need of it and I want you to admit to yourself that this is what you love,” he finished. Her heart was pounding now, having it put to her so directly, and knowing full well it was true.
“Yes, sir,” was all she could manage, knowing either way she had to obey him.
“You're going to do anything I want, without question, aren't you Christina?” he asked, looking into her eyes. Unable to speak, she stared back at him with her eyes wide as she nodded once in obedience.
“Good girl. Now, you are going to suck my cock,” he said, giving her a direct order. Finding her voice, Christina spoke up.
“But sir, don't you want me to take my clothes off first?” she blurted out, unable to control herself at that moment. He paused, looking down at her dress again before back into her eyes.
“I am not concerned with your clothes. Whilst they are very nice, very sexy, what I find sexiest is the fact that you made such effort for me. That is what's sexy about them. I'm sure there's some very alluring underwear underneath that dress to go with it, but what I came here for is your body, not what covers it. And I don't need you to take anything off to make you suck my cock,” he said, his tone just making her submit. He had barely touched her and she was already tingling, feeling like she were on the brink of an orgasm.
“Yes, sir,” she responded, unable to say anything else.
“However, I will grant you the choice,” he offered. She didn't know how to respond to that, wanting to do only what he wanted of her, and given his position she had no idea if he wanted her to strip yet or not.
“But...” she started, only to have a finger placed firmly on her lips.
“Ssh Christina. You are going to suck my cock,” he said as a statement, giving her no room to object, not that she would have. She gave a single nod to agree that yes, she would.
“Do you want to take your dress off?” he asked, cutting down to very simple points. Again she nodded, not even pausing, wanting to strip off for him and show off the lingerie she had bought to please him. He gave a smile, lifting the finger off her lips and then opening his hand to gesture she should as his other hand slid from her ass with a final squeeze. Taking a step back for space, Christina, reached back behind herself, pushing her tits out fantastically as she fumbled for the zip of the dress, taking hold of it with trembling fingers and then drawing it down to her lower back, shrugging her shoulders forward to throw the dress off herself.
“Slowly,” he interjected, making her look up to him, greeting by the slightest head tilt that said she should take her time with it. Hesitating, she just held her dress up a moment as she straightened up, standing fully before him and then slowly lowering it, revealing the sexy black basque and her phenomenal chest for him, just watching his eyes as she peeling the blue silk away from her body, watching for the moment his eyes flicked down to take in her pale skin and the stark contrast of her lingerie. Sliding her dress down, she revealed her body in the snug, hugging basque and then bent her knees to lean down and push the dress past her hips, never letting her gaze leave his face as she watched him take her in, standing back up as it dropped around her feet to give him a good look at her sexy, matching panties and the long, detailed hold-ups she had on for him. Gazing down her, taking it all in, he looked back up to her with a small smile.
“Very nice, very you. I appreciate your dressing up for me,” he said, addressing her presentation skills. She smiled, unable to stop herself, feeling stupidly proud at his pleasure in her dressing up for him.
“Now get down on your knees,” he ordered, with a harder tone to his voice that simply made her respond. Kicking the dress out the way, Christina carefully sank down onto her knees for him, taking her place as he pulled off his jacket and threw it to a chair, reaching down to undo his trousers in front of her as she waited for him obediently, ready to suck as she had been instructed. Pulling his cock out before her, she quietly inhaled as she was reminded of its size and the piercing through the tip, loving the thick nine inches that awaited her, hardening fully for her as she stroked it a few times to get it completely ready for her. Releasing it, his hand slid into her soft red hair and pulled her towards him and his pulsing erection, making her dart about to capture it and sink her mouth onto it, straight into things as he pressed almost half of it into her hot mouth, groaning at the sensation of her velvet heat wrapping around him.
“Mm that's it, now suck”, he commanded as she just waited a moment on it. Spurred into action, she sucked firmly as her tongue felt the thick piercing through the tip of it, tingling in arousal as she started working, bobbing her head firmly to take what she could, letting him bump the back of her throat as she worked at his thick cock, applying firm pressure to him and letting her tongue hook and pull at his ring. She kept her hands down at her sides as his hand pulled into her hair, holding the back of her head and guiding her, making it clear what he wanted as she gave him a blowjob.
“Christina, I didn't need to tie you up, meaning your hands are free,” he said, making it clear to her that she should use them. She immediately responded and raised her hands to him, wrapping one firmly around the base of his thick shaft and using the other to carefully squeeze his balls as she continued to suck. Pressing down onto him, she hollowed her cheeks so they could softly rub at him as she worked back and forth along his length. He murmured with pleasure as she worked, just letting her show her skills, knowing she could suck cock impressively and letting her go at it, using her hands in great support of her sucking, stroking the bottom of his cock with firm, short strokes as she worked his balls, feeling their weight in her hand and working around them in turn, just squeezing and fondling carefully as she blew him. Her tongue had switched from toying with the ring in his tip to pressing along his length, curling it into the underside of his cock as she slipped up and down it.
She pulled back to tug at the ring with her teeth, hearing him exhale slowly with pleasure at the different sensation, pushing it to be a little rougher, pulling back firmly and twisting it a bit, none of which he asked her to stop. Emboldened, she continued and attacked more with her teeth, running them over the bulbous head of his cock, biting lightly and dragging them across it, pulling at his ring with her tongue and working as busily as possible. His other hand pulled into her hair, both guiding her head as she focused on the tip, before she was caught off guard by him sinking his cock back into her mouth, catching her breath and then almost making her gag as he powerfully pushed it to the back of her throat. Despite her inhibited breath she continued doing as she had been ordered, sucking firmly and working her tongue around his cock, feeling the powerful member throbbing in her mouth as he held her down on him. He released her somewhat but kept her deeper on him, making it clear he wanted her to suck more of his length, at which she did her best, bouncing herself harder onto him to push his cock into her throat, holding her gag reflex back as she did. He groaned as he felt her efforts, feeling her throat clench and flex around him as she struggled with it.
“Hands off,” he commanded, and was very pleased to see her immediately obey, dropping her hands from him instantly and placing them on her knees, leaving him free to do as he chose with her.
“Very good,” he said, impressed with her obedience. His grip tightened in her hair, making Christina steel herself for what she was sure would be a vigorous fucking of her mouth. She was wrong however, as he didn't start pumping into her mouth intently, instead taking a slow thrust or two and then pressing it into her throat, forcing past where she could take as he felt her gag and then choke on him, pushing it hard into her mouth. But despite this, she never raised her hands to stop him or push him off, being the perfect fuck doll as she let him take everything he wanted from her, even as her eyes watered and throat contracted to try and resist him. She coughed and breathed hard as he pulled back, giving her just a second to recover before he did it again, shoving himself into her throat harder this time, driving his pierced tip deeply into her, Christina feeling it pressing hard into her as it slid down her throat, focussing on it as she tried to hold back her gag reflex. She couldn't though and her throat contracted, body surging as it tried to push him out, but he didn't relent and kept it deep down, groaning in pleasure as she struggled to take him.
“Very good,” he said, drawing back to let her breath again, Christina looking up at him, her make-up running as tears ran from her eyes, seeing him smiling.
“Why don't you show me just how much you love this cock,” he said released her head and just pushing his shaft back to her mouth. Christina didn't need telling twice and immediately leant forwards to capture his cock once more, sucking firmly at the tip and letting her tongue play with the ring again, flipping it side to side and teasing under the tip to make him jump in her mouth. She relished the feel of his thick, hard cock, the hot sensation of it, both yielding and resisting her touch as she tongued and sucked at it, just letting her teeth lightly pull and graze at it, a threateningly hard edge to her blowjob though he knew she would never dare bite him. She was almost tempted, just to feel what the punishment would be. He gazed down at her as she worked, loving the tears that streaked her cheeks and her phenomenal rack beneath, pushed out and up by the underwear she'd chosen.
“You can use your hands,” he said, since she was still obediently holding them down on her legs. Immediately she reached up and took hold, grasping around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking as she continued bobbing her head on the first half of him, her tongue busily rolling and wrapping around his head as she engulfed him. Her other hand squeezed his balls again, quite fascinated by their size and weight in her hand, letting her fingers roll and fondle them. Pulling off him with a gasp, she stroked her hand up his full length, giving a couple of licks to the head of his cock before she leaned down closer to his balls, running her tongue over and around them, pressing her lips to them to kiss and softly massage, just gently pulling one into her mouth to suck at it, pressing her teeth lightly into his skin. It was a wonderful sensation to him, his cock stiffening a little more in her hand which she noticed with a squeeze and some faster strokes, the threat of danger as her teeth pressed into him combined with the sucking of her mouth and lashes of her tongue was a wonderful cocktail.
She looked up as he rested his hand in her hair, not guiding her, just gently encouraging her to continue as he looked down into her eyes, Christina holding his gaze as she sucked at him, pulling back to lick up the underside of his shaft, letting his full nine inch cock bounce on her face as she did, letting him slide back and forth across her lips, feeling the hard ring run across her skin, tempting her to capture him. Unable to resist, she caught it with her teeth, giving it a little tug, feeling no response so pulled harder, making him gasp this time and his hand close into her hair. Doing it again, this time with a bit of a twist, made him shudder in sensation, a mix of pleasure and pain as she did, his hand pulling tighter onto her head but not stopping her.
“Christina, keep that up and I'll push it all down your throat,” he said softly, a tone that told her he absolutely meant it, and should she continue she'd be on the receiving end of the biggest deepthroat of her life. Well, attempted at least. She considered it for a moment, carefully toying with his piercing, hooking her tongue through the ring, feeling the flex of his cock as her hand stroked up and down his rock hard length, momentarily realising she absolutely couldn't wait until he buried it inside her. She felt in the mood to test him a little however, and grabbed the ring with her teeth, pulling and twisting it intently so he shuddered deeply, feeling his cock surge in her hand as she pulled, his hand in return twisting into her long red hair for a strong grip and then pulling her back, Christina relinquishing her grip to let him remove her from his manhood. Her head snapped to one side as he laid a firm slap across her face with his free hand, making her elicit a ragged gasp as the sting spread over her pale skin, turning to heat as he pulled her back into place with her hair. Pushing his cock down, her delved deeply into her mouth, pushing to her throat in one easy shove that tripped her gag reflex, pausing momentarily while she settled and then pushing again, hard this time, not giving her any break. Both his hands were in her hair now, holding her tight and forcing her onto his cock, making her choke and reach up to try and push away this time.
“Hands down!” he snapped authoritatively, making her heart surge as she dropped them, giving him complete control as she did as she was told. Holding her down a moment longer, he enjoyed her choking before pulling back, but only a couple of inches, giving her a moment to draw a breath and then forcing his cock back into her throat again, feeling her choking on him as he sought to force all nine, thick inches down the throat of the feisty actress. Saliva ran down her chin as she struggled to swallow his cock, gagging on him but also chiding herself for not being able to take him all in like he evidently wanted. He continued a few more times, drawing her back and then slamming into her throat, trying to force himself all the way in, feeling her gag and choke and drool around him, but found himself unable to make her swallow the last couple of inches. It was impressive as it was, but he wanted all of it, to make Christina Hendricks swallow every last inch of his cock. Pulling back, he extracted himself from her, sliding it from her mouth and hearing her give a deep gasp of breath as she had the chance, head hanging in his hands by her hair.
“Not good enough,” he said, and as she looked up he put another firm slap across her face, harder this time, making her gasp loudly, saliva dripping from her lips as she felt his dominance, having no will whatsoever to resist him, only to please him. Releasing her, he stepped back, her knelt on the floor before him.
“Stand up,” he said clearly, making her look up to him again and then fumble to her feet, feeling her shaky legs beneath her as she teetered on her high heels, drawing herself up and pushing her chest out. He paused to take her in, all her curves displayed perfectly in the lingerie she had picked out for him, her fantastic chest spilling out of the basque she had chosen, wrapping her body perfectly, leading down to her matching panties and hold-ups, presented for him to enjoy. It was certainly a treat, and he didn't imagine she did this for many men so intended to make full use of her, to push her to the limits and take everything he wanted.
“Very nice,” he commented as he surveyed her body.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, smiling to herself, looking down a little shyly. She had no trouble addressing him submissively, having given herself up to doing as she was told. Stepping forward, he reached up to grasp her throat, not tightly but dominantly, controlling her, making her pause as he leaned forward to kiss her, their tongues dancing momentarily. Breaking apart, he swiftly reached up with his other hand to smack her across the face with an air-splitting slap, making her gasp hard, the contrast of sensations hitting her hard, which was accentuated as he squeezed her throat harder and then shoved her brusquely down on the bed, Christina bouncing across the corner of the larger hotel bed on her back. Starting to push herself back up, she was immediately put in her place.
“Stay,” he commanded, making her sink back to the bed, straining up just a little to watch him undo his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal his muscular figure that somehow seemed to match his thick, nine-inch cock, still pulsing before him as he paused to strip off. The seconds seemed to stretch for an eternity as she wasn't touched, sliding his clothes off to leave himself completely naked, ready to take her on. Stepping round the end of the bed, her eyes followed him, or more specifically his bouncing cock, seeming to harden more again as he focused on her again, letting his fingers trail up her silk encased figure. Stopping by her head, she looked up at him and his thick, throbbing cock over her, red hair spilling down the end of the bed as he leaned over her. Grabbed hold of her shoulders, her manhandled her powerfully a little further to the end of the bed so her head was unsupported, tipping back perfectly over the end as he let his hand slip into her hair and pull down against her resistance. Christina fought it for a second and then let her head sag, flopping down over the end of the sheets into a perfect position for him, making her throat straight and an inviting target. His hand slid back onto his cock and she as he gave a couple of long, slow strokes of it to bring himself back to absolutely hardness for her, his cock pulsing once more with his heartbeat, ring through the tip looking to tantalising for her.
“Are you gonna fuck my throat?” she asked, watching him stroke the cock she lusted for so much, needing to confirm it almost. What she got instead was another slap across the face, gasping loudly, feeling her clit prickle and vagina squeeze in lust in response. She had almost asked just to tempt him to slap her, getting turned on by it. It wasn't hard or violent, it was dominant, controlling.
“I'm gonna do whatever I want with you, Christina,” he said, reinforcing his ownership of her. With that he wasted no more time, bending his knees and pressing his thick cock into her hot mouth, hearing her take a deep breath as she took him in, immediately sucking at him, her tongue applying to the top of his cock this time and playing with his piercing as she started sucking firmly, doing exactly as he asked of her. He dominantly leaned over her, pushing down into her mouth, not holding her head but more in charge now, dominating the actress completely as he pressed his cock to the back of her throat, pleased to not feel her gag at all as he warmed her up again. After a couple more testing pushes, he leaned on her and forced his cock deeper into her throat again, getting to around seven inches again before her gag reflex tripped and she contracted, body heaving and fingers digging into the sheets. Only this time he didn't pull back, pressing harder to try and make her swallow it, the curvaceous actress resisting and twisting on the bed, before she reached up to try and push him away.
“Hands down,” he ordered as he pulled back, Christina coughing around him as he withdrew. She lowered her hands back to the bed and was thankful he paused to let her breath, controlling herself and sucking in as much air as she could. It was a brief pause however, and he quickly shoved himself aggressively back into her throat, leaning on the bed as he powerfully pushed forward with his hips to try and squeeze every last inch of himself into her. Christina choked again, feeling his hard piercing sliding down her throat as he pushed himself in, using her for his pleasure, driving hard into her so she felt him push a bit deeper despite her gagging hard on him, noisily choking around him as she lurched on the bed. She tried to keep her hands off him, grabbing fistfuls of the bedding as he pulled back and thrust into her mouth again, stretching her throat out as he forced to nearly eight inches before she could take no more and reached up to push him back, desperate for air and a break from it.
“I said hands down, bitch!” he snapped, and for the first time she could hear anger in his voice. He wanted her, his fuck doll now, to swallow everything he was giving her and her insolence was not welcome. After slapping her hands away from him, he delivered a harder, stinging slap across her face that made her gasp harshly, giving a further, harder breath as she felt the heat spread through her pale skin. It was punishment, and she knew she deserved it for disobeying his direct order. Wasting no time, he fairly wrenched her head back into position and shoved his thick cock into her mouth, driving straight to the back of her throat. The speed made her work to hold her gag back, grateful that he paused, her heart pounding as she waited for the push. Leaning over her, he took hold of her wrists and pressed them into the bed, and in that moment she knew he was going to take what he wanted from her. Dominating her totally, unable to resist, he forced his cock deeply once more, his ring sliding into her throat as he buried his cock into her once more. Despite trying to hold it back she gagged once more, squeezing and resisting him, but he didn't care and as he pressed her hands down into the bed he piled on the pressure to force his cock into her throat. Pulling back a fraction, he timed it to perfection with the culmination of her gagging to drive back in and with that her body was caught out and he sank his entire nine inch cock into her throat, pressing down so his balls pressed into her face as he gave a groan of pleasure.
“Oh yes, I knew you could swallow it all,” he said with a smile even as she heaved again, body overwhelmed, eyes streaming, but she couldn't dislodge him. He held himself down deep in her throat as she controlled herself, breath blocked, before he pulled slowly back and let her draw breath in around his slick penis. It was just a second, letting her haul in the oxygen deeply, before he drove his cock back down into her throat, following her breathing action to drive himself all the way in once more before she couldn't resist. She gagged again, but held it together better as he groaned in pleasure, feeling her flex and contract around him exquisitely.
“Mm yes, fantastic,” he said, loving the squeeze of her throat and watching her curvy body twisting beneath him, feeling her still trying to raise her arms beneath his powerful grip. Holding her down, he pulled back, just a couple of inches, before pushing himself back to full depth, quite slowly this time, feeling her holding her gag back as best she could but lost the battle, convulsing again, only this time her throat didn't have the power to resist him and he pressed down full depth once more. He had broken her resistance, and with that he started to slowly but firmly thrust in and out of her throat, full depth on every stroke, pulling back just enough to let her breath. Gulping for air, she gagged a few further times and then finally managed to suppress it, holding herself tense as her heart pounded but able to swallow him, his entire cock sliding deeply in and out of her throat, eyes watering as he pressed down fully to sink his pierced tip to its deepest point inside her.
“That's it, that's what I wanted,” he said as he thrust himself in and out, picking up his pace a bit and releasing his hold on her wrists somewhat as he felt her relax. She couldn't help but be proud of it, that she was now able to do as he pleased and be his perfect little fucktoy. Tears streamed from her eyes, cheeks flushed, sweating beading across her forehead as she held herself prone and relaxed, just able to keep herself as he wanted her for him to pillage her throat, taking longer strokes now as he thrust his full impressive length right into her, his balls pressing into her lip with every thrust. He tested her, holding deep to let her throat handle him and block her breath, pushing her limits, but Christina fought the urge to fight against his hold and gag, just staying cool. She was rewarded by his hands releasing her wrists, taking a hold on her incredible chest instead and giving a firm squeeze as he continued to feed her his cock.
“Mm yeah that's it, good girl,” he said as she felt him tremble a little, cock stiffening in her throat. Christina knew what that meant as she beamed with pride at pleasing him, doubling her efforts with her tongue to stimulate him as his hands groped at her huge tits, presented for him by her tight basque. His hands gripped them, fingers digging in firmly to her flesh as his thrusts became shorter, using around half his cock as he rocked his hips in to get full depth each time still, speeding up. She knew he was pursuing his climax now and sucked just right for him, pretty hard but not too much, tongue swirling and thrashing across him as he enjoyed her throat, not resisting at all now, letting him do exactly as he pleased which was evidently exciting him, that the feisty Christina Hendricks submitted so completely. His grasp on her tits intensified, squeezing tightly as he ramped up to his climax, thrusts becoming short and rapid, his balls hitting her face quickly as he used everything she could give, saliva running down her face now as she gave a slight cough and gagging sound, starting to struggle with his pace. It only mattered for a few seconds however, as she felt him stiffen intently in the last couple of seconds.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, and his hand suddenly swept under her head, gathering up her long red hair and holding it as he pulled back almost all the way, catching her a little off guard and almost causing a gag as he withdrew to just his bulbous, pierced head in her mouth, the thick accentuated shape just inside her lips. With a deep, guttural growling he came, hands tightening on her chest and in her hair as his cock bucked, the tip seeming to pulse and jump in her mouth as he exploded and emptied his hot, abundant load completely into her mouth. She hadn't really been expecting that, and didn't generally let guys finish in her mouth, but she was obedient and didn't think twice in that moment of sucking hard and working her tongue intently at him to maximise his pleasure as he came in her mouth. His abs tensed hard as he gave several hard clenches to ejaculate fully into her sucking haven, lips sealed perfectly around his cock, letting every last bit of his salty load go with power into her hot mouth as she dutifully took it.
“Ah fuck, that's enough,” he gasped as he was hit by the sudden sensitivity in the aftermath of it all, pulling her head down by her hair to release himself, Christina just pushing it by letting her teeth catch his ring, pulling at it a moment before she released it and allowed her head to be pulled back, his softening cock springing away from her mouth. His hands slid from her body and he stepped back, breathing hard as he looked down at the redhead actress, head still hanging back, eyes closed, breathing through her nose due to the thick load in her mouth. Lifting her head a little, she opened her eyes to look straight up at him, make-up streaked across her face from her tears; staring at him with her big, pretty eyes, she knew what he wanted to see from her and swallowed deeply, feeling her throat aching as she did, gulping his big, thick load down for him as he watched. With it gone, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out for him, holding a moment before she rolled it showily back in and closed her mouth.