Money. Power. Respect.
Starring: Christina Hendricks, 50 Cent
Themes: Interracial, Parody/Comedy
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New York City, New YorkRound lights were embedded in the ceiling above. They cast dim lights to create a view of the small auditorium floor. None of the seats were visible with all the people standing. Their voices culminated into an ambience of noises. It wouldn't just been another night at the Shining Star club if not for the curtains covering the stage. A special event was in order tonight. The tickets to the club were charged at a premium, with most guests entering via invitation only. There was no workstation for a DJ to operate on the stage tonight. Behind the black curtains stood the man of the hour. His face was on every poster advertising this event. When it came to deciding who received a personalized card inviting them to the club, he also had the final say on that.
"New York City! You are now rockin' with 50 Cent!!"
The voice echoed from the speakers as the crowd erupted into cheers. The intro of the hit song 'In Da Club' began to play as the curtain pulled back to reveal a red backdrop. Curtis Jackson walked onto the stage, holding a microphone in one hand and waving the crowd with the other. He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt, matching the hat on his head with the classic Yankees NY logo. A diamond encrusted watch was on his left wrist to complement the gold Cuban-link chain sporting a '50' pendant also made up of diamonds.
'Go! Go! Go! Go shawty, it's your birthday!' The crowd was chanting the lyrics, but it wasn't his birthday. Another black man appeared on stage from the opposite side, cradling a golden trophy in his hands. He met with Curtis in the center of the stage, where they shook hands and gave a hug. After the award was handed over, Curtis raised the microphone to his lips.
"Thank you everyone! We're partying tonight! You gotta love it!"
Beat after beat of the song played in the background, shifting the atmosphere into a party. Christina Hendricks watched as he accepted the award, clapping her hands together. She smiled while watching the stage from a large screen off to the left side of the room. Her voluptuous figure was contained within a silky red dress, spilling around the shoulders to reveal her massive cleavage. The sight of her pale white skin stood out in a room of mostly black men in suits and other designer outfits. Her signature long red hair was fixed into a loose beehive with locks split around both sides of her forehead. A strange turn of events led her to receive a personal invitation from the rapper himself. Christina had crossed paths with Curtis in L.A. during the summer when her agent accidentally booked her to try out for a supporting role in Power Book IV: Force. She didn't know it at the time that it was one of the spinoff shows to the successful Starz series Power.
Curtis was there to meet her himself when she went in for an audition. What was a business meeting quickly shifted into a date when he suggested they go out for dinner that night. Christina was impressed that he recognized her as a sex symbol, complimenting her looks on occasion. The night ended without a bang. The role ultimately went to another actress, but Curtis promised to makeup for this when there was an opportunity. That was three months ago. Now she was all dolled up for an event with no press or paparazzi outside. A private party on behalf of Curtis to receive an award related to the New York public scene. Christina was flattered that he would invite her, so she made the choice to dress for the occasion. It helped that she was currently single with no other man in her life. From the lyrics of his most popular song, Christina had to believe he wasn't one to be tied down to a relationship. He was a man who enjoyed sex.
After he left the stage, Christina pulled one of the bodyguards aside to whisper in their ear. She didn't want to wait around. Whatever plans he had for this party, Christina was ready to be there with him. Before the event, she called Curtis on the phone a few nights prior to ask him the details of this event. Since he assured her that there would be no one daring to take photos from a publication, Christina felt more daring. She was completely out of her shell, mingling in a social circle of people she didn't know at all. Had she been counting, she was sure to be one of the few white women at this event. No one seemed to recognize her thus far into the night. Upon arrival, she flashed her invitation card to the security. When they saw that Curtis had signed her card with 'xoxo', she was taken by his handpicked bodyguards to prevent any other men from potentially swooping her for a date.
This made Christina feel special. She grinned smugly at men passing by, giving her looks while she was surrounded by Curtis' special security personnel. They were all black men wearing pinstriped suits and sporting lavish jewelry. It was four men guarding Christina. She felt like the real prize of the night for him. The trophy he was handed would go in a case or on a shelf. When it came to her, she was to be undressed later in the night and to create a memory he would never forget. Christina knew Curtis wanted her. He didn't have to say it. The chemistry they had on their date was enough to give her that impression. This was a night he had been looking forward to for months. It was by mere chance that she was staying in New York when he called last week. This was a date she had no intention of turning down. The only question so far in the night was if he was aware that she was in the building.
After the presentation, a workstation was rolled out on stage with a DJ to play various songs. All of them were 50 Cent's old hits from the early 2000s. A few songs were thrown in from G-Unit mixtapes, none of them that Christina recognized. This wasn't her style of music, but she respected it. Christina was patiently waiting for him to find her or to be taken to him. She asked one of the bodyguards again about when she would see Curtis. The man informed her that he had to record some videos and take pictures to put on his social media accounts first. Since he didn't want her in the photos, Christina felt that this meeting was meant to be kept under the table. They would both have bragging rights by the next day without the general public knowing. It was the stuff dreams were made of that tabloid magazines were meant to speculate on based on photos. If no one recognized her tonight, there wouldn't be any rumors to be sold as blind items on gossip websites.
As the minutes passed, Christina wondered how much longer she had to wait. It could've only been a few minutes, but time was moving so slowly in this place. The bass was so powerful with the beats that she could hear it within the walls when she was escorted to the V.I.P. section of the party. Curtis' bodyguards moved her out of the general party area and passed a black door with a gold knob. The interior design of the club was all black walls, leather seats, and gold lining. The aesthetic changed in the V.I.P. section, where the walls were painted white and the floor made up of gray ceramic tiles with red lining. Photographs hung on the walls in frames, but Christina did not stop and study them. A few people were waiting at the end of the hall. Two black men stood with their phones in their hands, paying no attention to the security or Christina standing close by. She watched as one of Curtis' men stepped past her and down the hall.
"Miss. Hendricks, Fiddy is waiting to see you. He said to come on up."
"I'm on my way."
She smiled at the man, who simply nodded in return. Christina's heels clicked and clacked across the tiles, almost matching the beats to the song playing outside the room. As she turned the corner of the hallway, she caught the looks of a young black man standing against the left side wall. His eyes went from her face to checking her massive cleavage. She strutted her hips, walking directly past him without a care in the world. At the end of the hall was a red door with a basic metal knob. The bodyguard who summoned her stood by, pointing at the door to quietly motion for her to enter. Christina grabbed the cold knob and turned it. She stepped into the room after opening the door and greeted Curtis with a smile.
"There he is. Mr. award winning boss."
"Hey there, Christina. I ain't gonna reject to being called a boss."
Curtis moved in to give her a hug as Christina giggled. They pulled away, and she watched his eyes immediately drop to her cleavage.
"Wow, you look gorgeous tonight."
"All dressed up for you. Did you know I was waiting?"
"No. No one told me you were here."
He laughed, shaking his head before pointing at her.
"I wasn't expecting you to show up. This is a bit of a surprise."
Christina smirked, not believing him at first.
"Oh yeah? Your bodyguards knew just where to place me. They said you were expecting me. I find it a little hard to believe they didn't tell you."
"Well, let's just put it this way. The last time I invited a Hollywood star to one of my parties out here in NYC, she bailed on the last second."
Stepping a bit closer, Christina looked at him with her big blue eyes. She noticed his eyes drop again to her massive cleavage, happily distracting the lyrical genius.
"Oh, that's too bad. Did you invite any other women besides me?"
Curtis shook his head.
"No. I was hoping I'd have you tonight for the party."
The room was made up with black walls and a couch facing a television hanging on the wall. There was a small, oval shaped refectory table close by. Sitting on it were a golden bottle of champagne, two wine glasses, and an ash tray. The wall behind Curtis was made of glass and revealed the interior of the club. It was a proper privacy room for someone to enjoy the music or a show while isolated from any unwanted guests. When her eyes drifted to the couch, Christina grinned. She couldn't help but wonder how many times Curtis had sat there with a woman grinding on him. She wasn't the type of woman to give lap dances, but it was easy to imagine him getting a private show from someone.
"Come on over here, Christina. You can help me pop this bottle."
She overlooked the corkscrew that was sitting on the table next to the bottle. Curtis walked over to the couch as Christina leaned down to grab the champagne bottle and the small metal device to pop it open. She held the bottle over her breasts with the top pointed directly at the ceiling.
"Here, I'll give you a hand. Point the bottle that way."
Curtis spoke as he gently moved his right hand over the bottle and turned it to face the wall with the couch. There were a number of dents in the wall that Christina noticed while looking onward. He moved behind her, hovering his head over Christina's left shoulder.
"Wanna leave a mark on there."
Her eyes wandered to him as she softly smiled.
"I've opened quite a number of bottles over the years."
"I'm sure you have, but I doubt you've put a mark on that wall there."
If he was teasing her, it worked. Christina smirked and pushed the bottle against her huge tits, shaking it up. Curtis helped her aim it with a steady hand under the top. His ebon hand contrasted with her pale white fingers. She watched him place the corkscrew at the top, pushing it in and turning. As soon as he let go, Christina took the honor of making the cork pop off. It discharged into the wall, leaving a subtle mark close to another dent. On first glance, she couldn't make out where the mark was. There had to be at least twenty dents in the wall, if Christina was guessing. She didn't pay it any attention as the bubbling liquid gushed from the top of the bottle. She held it up, letting it run down the side, over her hand.
"Here you go, boss man!"
They shared a laugh as Christina handed the bottle to Curtis. He stepped over to the table and filled both wine glasses. After setting down the bottle, he carefully grabbed both glasses, presenting one to Christina.
"Cheers to you, Curtis."
"No baby, I want you to call me Fiddy tonight."
He locked eyes with her. Christina expected him to glance down at her cleavage like before, but Curtis managed his focus.
"To you then, Fiddy. G-Unit!"
The way she uttered those words made him blush. He contained his laugh while pushing his glass to hers. They both raised it to their lips together, swirling down the alcoholic substance. Christina wiped her lips clean, noticing the champagne that coated the back of her right hand from earlier. She glanced around for something to wipe her hand clean but saw nothing of use nearby. Curtis stepped over to the couch, having a seat as he poured himself another glass to drink.
"You want me to pour you another one?"
Christina shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. I got some of it on my hand. I need to wash up before it gets sticky."
Smirking at her, he raised his left hand and motioned with his index finger.
"Come here, baby. I'll clean it for you."
Unsure of what he planned, Christina stepped closer to the couch. She watched as Curtis took her hand, gently caressing his fingertips across her ivory skin. Curtis raised her arm and extended his tongue out to lick the champagne from her hand.
"Ohhhhh..."
A subtle moaned followed with her biting her lower lip. Curtis' eyes shifted looking at Christina's face. She grinned at him as he finished licking her clean.
"Thank you."
Taking a deep breath, Christina tried to still herself. The last thing she wanted to do was get worked up in a public place like this. They may have had privacy, but she still felt better going back to his place. That was what she expected from him as the night continued. At any minute, she knew Curtis would escort her to wherever he was staying, and that would begin a night of hard sex. As she sat next to him on the couch, Christina tried not to think about how he was going to take her. Curtis had the makings of a man with a plan, so she figured he had some idea in mind. He finished the second glass and leaned over as their shoulders rubbed together. She placed her glass down on the table, done with drinks for the night. Christina turned her head to the right to see him looking at her huge boobs as if he were going to begin drooling at any moment.
"You know, I was thinking about something when I first saw this couch."
"Oh yeah? What do you have in mind, babe?"
With a soft smile, she continued.
"It's a question I have for you, Curtis."
"You mean Fiddy?"
"Yes, sorry! Excuse me dear, I mean a question for you, Fiddy."
"Go on, I'm listening."
His eyes finally looked away from her cleavage as he leaned back against the couch.
"Have you ever had a woman sit on your lap when you're on this couch?"
Curtis nodded, grinning wide.
"I knew it!"
As Christina giggled, he replied.
"Had you not shown up, I'd have two or maybe three women up in here with me. One of 'em would be twerking, another would have their ass in my lap. And the last one would already have their clothes off, showing me the goods."
"Is that what you're expecting me to do?"
He shook his head, leaning up.
"You? Hell no! You're too classy for that."
She smiled proudly, nodding her head.
"Thank you. I'm glad to hear that from you. I'm definitely not wearing anything that would make it easy for me to climb in your lap, if that's what you wanted."
Curtis blushed, laughing again. What could've been a hard question to grill him turned out to be simple flirting. Christina wasn't done pushing his buttons yet.
"So, are you going to whip your phone out and take a selfie with me?"
"I'm not planning to."
"Why not?"
"Seriously, if I post a photo of us together online, you're gonna have every other rapper in the game hitting you up. They'll be so jealous and wanting to hit you up."
"So you don't like sharing?"
He shook his head.
"No, baby. You're with me tonight. I don't want any other women between us, and don't want to think about you with another man in my business."
Looking into his eyes, Christina nodded her head. Those were the words she wanted to hear from him.
"You mentioned something about inviting another Hollywood big shot to one of your parties. Dare I ask who it was?"
"You can ask, and I don't have to tell."
"That's a funny way of saying no."
Shaking his head, he tried not to laugh. Christina had a way of getting it out of him.
"I've partied with many A listers. Some women are too worried about their reputation to come out and take a chance with me. I figured the same for you, but you're a little bit more bold than the last one who turned me down. How old are you, Christina?"
"I'm forty-nine."
"Damn, same age as me. We've got the big five-o waiting on us around the corner."
Slowly nodding her head, she smiled.
"Yes, I'm not looking forward to when that party comes around."
Curtis reached for her hand, gently stroking it as their eyes connected.
"With older age comes better wisdom. Think about it like that."
Christina gripped his hand, holding it tighter as their eyes remained locked at one another. She couldn't take it anymore. The time had come for him to take her to his bachelor's pad or mansion. She couldn't hold back the wetness she was beginning to feel at the front of her panties under her silky red dress.
"So where do you sleep at night? I imagine a man like you has a mansion out of town close by."
"My crib is in Louisiana. When I'm out here for business, I have an apartment. You ready to leave the show?"
She smiled, nodding in response.
"Yes, I think it's time we go together. Take me to your place, Mr. Fiddy."
He grinned at the fact she remembered to call him 'Fiddy' instead of his real name. Christina knew how to play along, knowing there was an element of fantasy fulfillment on his behalf too. While she had her own desires, she still wanted to play the part of a glamorous bombshell ambitious to bed a Hip Hop icon. Holding her hand, Curtis got up from the couch and began to lead Christina out the door. His bodyguards were waiting outside the room. Christina gripped his arm, letting everyone in their path know that she was his date for the night. The fears she may have had about being seen in this building had long washed away. It was a daring move for her to tease him about a potential selfie. Christina was impressed by him not wanting another rapper to see the photo. It told her that he would not be able to stop himself from posting it online.
Little things like that gave her reasons to tease. She thought about it the entire way out of the club as people pointed at him and hollered. Curtis was in his element. Christina came to believe that he belonged to a different world compared to her. That was how it felt when mingling in a different social circle far away from her own. Curtis came from a background that valued money, power, and respect. There was a reason to feel proud, as she was more than simple arm candy for him. Outside the club, she was finally recognized by someone on the street when she overheard the voice of a man. 'Hey! That's Christina Hendricks! What the fuck!? Fiddy going out with Christina!? Wow!!'. Her face was beaming with a wide grin as Curtis walked past her to a gold plated Bentley waiting for him. The paint shined in the dark of the night. Curtis opened the passenger door, inviting her to get in.
She quickly climbed into the car while he opened the driver's door. Christina expected him to have a limousine waiting with a chauffeur. It was another small thing in a long line of reasons to be impressed by him. Christina fastened her seatbelt as Curtis cranked the engine of the car. She exhaled a deep breath as he shifted gears and pulled away into the streets. There was no small talk to be had in the car. Only thing to be had was sitting back and enjoying the blur of lights from the window. At a red light, Curtis was eager to strike a conversation, commenting on the traffic. Christina teased him about his baseball cap. Since she was about to be undressed and in bed with the rapper, she felt daring to grab his hat. It was enough to make him blush when he saw the Yankees hat pushed over her beehive hairdo. Christina smiled before she too burst into laughter.
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1 HOUR LATER
The drive was short through the busy streets. When Curtis pulled up to the apartment complex, he beeped the horn twice. He explained to Christina it was a code for the valet runner to come out and tend to the car. A man in black pants and a red vest stepped out. He was forgotten about entirely by the time Christina and Curtis entered the elevator. Fancy wooden furniture and gold lining in the walls gave Christina some kind of idea of how much money he was spending per month for an apartment. Curtis told her he had a suite on one of the top floors. The elevator was to the 17th floor. Christina joked to him that it had been some years since she was taken high in the sky to spend the night. Inside the apartment, she was treated with dim lights from the wall sconces illuminated the dark red walls and shined the gold lining. The walls matched the floor carpet until they reached the bedroom.
Christina wasn't interested in the luxurious surroundings of his apartment. His big black cock was the only thing she was concerned about. She demanded Curtis take her to the bedroom, where they could begin the real wild side of the night. The bed was king size with silky black sheets to match the pillows. The headboard was made of gold metal in vintage style. Directly behind the bed was a wall of glass serving as the windows into the night. It was easy for Christina to imagine laying in bed and turning around to look down at another skyscraper directly across from them. Two nightstands on both sides had a small lamp to give more vague lighting in the dark room. Christina stood in front of the bed and slowly peeled off her dress. As it fell, he could see the black pair of pumps as her high heel of choice. She turned to her side when dropping the red outfit onto the marble floor below. His eyes immediately went to her breasts that were tucked in a black bra.
He didn't say anything as she turned to face him and revealed her black thong. When his eyes shifted to hers, Christina then turned her back to him. She wanted to show Curtis her buttocks and how the thong was tucked directly in the crack. When he moaned at the sight, Christina tugged it down. She moved to face him again, revealing her shaved pussy. The pink folds had a fresh dew, showing just how wet he made her. The bra was the final piece of her clothes to go. Christina saved her most famous assets for last to reveal. When she pulled it off, Curtis' eyes became enlarged. It was a reaction from a man she had witnessed so many times, yet never got tired of it. Her hands pressed against her breasts, jiggling them around and rubbing them together as he appeared mesmerized at their sight. No words were spoken as he stepped closer to her. Christina grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts, moaning as his warm palms pressed against her erecting nipples.
"God damn, those are some huge titties."
"Mmmm, tell me about it. They're so big, I know."
Chuckling at her comment, Curtis licked his lips. His hands squeezed her breasts again.
"I've got something to ask you, baby."
"Ask me what?"
Her voice was faint, almost in a seductive whisper.
"In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that?"
She reacted to his question by wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips against his. Curtis moaned in her mouth as their tongues danced together. His hands were still holding her breasts. He gave them another subtle squeeze before Christina pulled away. She fell backwards onto the bed, allowing her huge tits to bounce. Curtis threw off his hat and pulled his arms out of his jacket. She leaned up on her elbows, watching him strip naked.
"I'm ready for you, Fiddy. Are you going to make me moan?"
"I'm planning to. I'm gonna make you sing for me, baby... All night long."
Moving her hands to her breasts, Christina felt the urge to touch herself. Rather than play with her clit, she pinched her own nipples. He pulled off his shirt, revealing her muscular toned body. His arms were covered in tattoos, yet she couldn't see the piece of art etched into his back. The gold chain dangled from his necklace, moving around as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. His shoes were already removed earlier when they first stepped through the front door of his apartment. Christina's eyes narrowed down, hoping to witness a hint of his magic stick. His underwear was red briefs. As soon as they slid down, he stepped out of them and began to climb onto the bed. Christina bit her lower lip, gazing up into his eyes. The look on his face told her how hungry he was. She reached with her right hand, caressing his face.
Curtis lowered his head and planted his lips on her right areola. Christina swallowed her breath and let go of her other boob. She moved his face between her tits and grabbed them. With a gasp, Christina moaned as he smothered his face with her boobs. The short side burns on his face brushed against her skin, almost tickling her. She moved her hand to run through his short black hair, feeling it poke her fingertips. Biting her lower lip, she purred softly as she felt his head sliding to her stomach. Christina leaned back on the bed, digging her high heels into the sheets as she arched her knees to invite him down to her pussy. His lips traced their way down her stomach, passing the belly button until he was breathing across her opening slit. Christina closed her eyes. She didn't want to ruin the surprise that was coming. Her hands found place on her giant tits again, where she pinched her own nipples. Curtis moved his left hand to play with her clit as he embedded his mouth onto her vulva lips.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah. Go ahead... Eat it... Taste me..."
Christina's voice was heard in a low pitch carrying the weight of desperation. When his tongue slithered inside, she softly smiled.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah..."
Exhaling a deep breath, she pushed her feet down slightly, sinking her heels further into the bed sheets. Curtis' tongue was felt slithering deep as he tasted her tight, juicy cunt. He withdrew it and kissed her clit. As she opened her eyes, Christina pulled her breasts apart to glance down the passage and see his dark head. There was no way for him to make eye contact as Curtis wiggled his tongue inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! That feels soooooo good!"
Within seconds, he accomplished his goal to make her scream a harmony of pleasure. Christina gasped, biting her lower lip to purr softly. She tried to prevent herself from getting too worked up before she had a taste of his cock. The way he moved his tongue told a tale that he had years worth of experience eating pussy. Christina began wondering if he was hoping to taste her love nectar.
"Oh god!"
He thrust his tongue, twisting it at a slow pace. She glanced down again, hoping to make eye contact with him. Curtis moved his fingertips onto her clit again, rubbing back and forth in unison with the driving force of his tongue. Christina panted, wondering again if he was on a mission to make her cum. She squealed a loud moan echoing in the room. Curtis stopped and extracted his tongue from her pussy. He pushed his hands down into the bed around her to rise up. The pendant of his bling dangled from his neck as he leaned over her body.
"No one ever told me you could lick it like that."
Curtis grinned at her, flashing his teeth.
"Oh yeah? Now you know. I've got you all hot and bothered now."
"I want your cock."
She puckered her lips to reveal her gritted teeth. Christina didn't think twice to blurt out those words. Curtis nodded as he stood up on the bed and wrapped his left hand fingers around his cock. It was Christina who was now mesmerized by a part of his body. He was glancing at her breasts, wobbling around as she climbed up on her knees. She gazed at his hard cock that awaited her. Sitting up on her knees, Christina licked her lips before reaching for it. Curtis let go as she wrapped her small fingers around it. As she moaned to him, Christina jerked her hand up and down. She squeezed her fingers tightly around his shaft while flicking her tongue across the head.
"Mmmmmm, I'm going to do a lot more than just lick it."
At long last she had cock. It felt as if Christina had waited all night to finally be able to taste it. She parted her lips, sliding Curtis' shaft into her mouth. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him as Christina began bobbing her head up and down.
"Go ahead and suck it, baby."
Curtis exhaled, moaning softly as he studied her eyes. Christina didn't want to make herself choke, but she couldn't control her own lust. The chances of sucking a big black cock didn't come often in her life. Now that she had one in her mouth, she was determined to devour every last of his mighty cock. Closing her eyes, she pushed it further down the depths of her throat.
"Go ahead until you hit the spot."
Christina gagged as she forced his cock all the way down. She squinted her eyes, shutting them as tightly as possible as her lips made it down to the base of his cock. Curtis took a deep breath. She expected him to at least scream. That would've told her that she was doing her job pleasuring him, but perhaps she wasn't the first woman to deepthroat him. Christina pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop noise and a small string of saliva dangling from her tongue back to his rod. It broke away when she spit on his cock. Using her drool as lube, she wrapped both hands around his cock and began stroking it again.
"It's so big."
"Is it too big for you?"
That question made her raise an eyebrow, giving him a funny look.
"Are you kidding? No cock is too big for me, honey. This is the perfect size for something else."
She winked, hinting at what she planned to do after sucking him. Christina lowered her head and brought her attention to his balls. A few long strings of hair were visible, marking the starting place for her tongue to lick. Christina moaned as she licked his nut sack. Her fingers twisted around his cock, cradling it like a scepter as she kissed and licked his balls. She counted the kisses she gave his sack, stopping at five. Her tongue lapped across it one final time before she raised her head back up. When her eyes met his, she saw the glimmer of a diamond in the gold pendant hanging from his necklace. Christina closed her eyes as she enveloped her lips around the head of his shaft. She removed her left hand while sinking his cock into her mouth.
Her right hand slid to the base of his cock while Christina used the other to undo the hive at the top of her hair. Curtis watched as her long, red locks of hair waved freely and split at her forehead. She figured it made for a good show to let her hair down while his cock was in her mouth. The sight was something she expected to be a mental image of an everlasting memory for him after this night was over. Closing her eyes, she bobbed her head, sucking his cock by the inch. Muffled moans and slobbering noises were heard from her mouth. Christina sucked slowly at her own pace. Since Curtis didn't take control, she believed he was letting her suck him the way she desired. That was fine by her, since she wanted to gorge herself on his delicious black dick. When her lips pushed far enough to touch her index finger, it was time to move her right hand away.
"Keep goin' girl. Ohhhhh, yeah..."
His moans were a reward for her lustful efforts. Christina pressed her hands against her massive breasts and flexed her elbows as she continued to suck. Her eyes opened, leering up at him as she bobbed her head up and down. Christina pulled back, withdrawing his cock from her lips to make another popping sound. She quickly spit on his dick before placing her lips over it again. The stop was only temporary for her to check the slickness of his shaft. He wasn't ready for the next phase, but he was. Christina resumed sucking, pushing her lips halfway down the length and pulling back up. Curtis groaned a few times, but not loud enough to give a warning. He wasn't close yet, Christina thought to herself. Pushing her lips all the way down, she deepthroated his cock again.
"Damn, baby!!"
Lost in the taste of his dick, Christina squeezed her own breasts as she began to bob her head up and down. The slobbering and gagging sounds grew louder with each inch of his cock she sucked.
"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK!!"
She choked herself on his cock until her eyes watered, then it was time to stop. Curtis was still moaning as she pulled her lips to the head of his dick like before. Christina raised her breasts, shoving them up and pulling them apart as she released his cock from her mouth.
"Now it's time for my specialty."
Christina spoke as she moved her huge breasts around his cock.
"Oh, shit!"
His eyes widened at the surprise feeling of her breasts shoved around his cock. Christina smiled, flashing both rows of her pearly white teeth before laughing.
"You didn't think I'd know how to put these tits to work?"
"I never doubted you for a minute."
"You didn't ask either, so I'm safe to assume you weren't expecting this."
Winking at him, Christina pressed her tits together tightly. The only reason she deepthroated his dick was to get it soaking wet to place between her tits. They swallowed up his cock, suffocating it with only the head barely poking up at the top. She glanced down to look at it as she started to pump her tits around it.
"Ohhhhhhh, damn!!"
The excitement in his voice couldn't be ignored. Christina was laughing as she worked her tits down and up. Every inch of his long black dick pumped between her tits. She bit her lower lip, purring softly.
"Mmmmmmm, I love having your big black cock between my boobs. This feels so good."
"Don't stop, baby. Keep doing it."
Grinning at him, she bit her lower lip for a moment.
"I want you to fuck my tits, Fiddy. Come on, you know you want to."
When he began to thrust, Christina closed her eyes for a brief second. She moaned as she felt his cock driving between her boobs. Re-opening her eyes, she glanced down to watch the head poke up and spit on it.
"Mmmmmmm, that's it. Fuck these titties."
"They feel so damn good."
Her eyes shot up to his face when he spoke. Curtis bucked his hips, keeping his cock pumping up and down between them. Christina saw this as a perfect time to engage in dirty talk with him.
"You like that? You like how that big black cock feels between my huge boobs?"
She teased him in a low voice, almost whispering. His eyes focused on hers only for a few seconds before he glanced down at the sight of his big black cock lodged between her white tits. Christina moaned, calling out to him again.
"I'm sure you've done this with a bunch of other dirty women. But none of them have boobs that can compare to mine."
"Ohhhhhh, yeah!!"
"Ask the right person in L.A., and they'll tell you I've got the best rack in showbiz."
"That's a strong statement, baby."
The pendant of his chain was dangling, moving left and right from his stomach as Curtis kept working his dick between her breasts. It was a slight distraction prompting him to reach around his neck and remove the jewelry. He slung it off the bed, making it clank across the floor.
"Fuck these titties, Fiddy! Fuck 'em good!!"
As he thrust harder and faster, Christina felt the head of his dick hitting her chin. She glanced down and lowed her mouth. Her tongue darted out, licking the head as it poked up each time. Curtis groaned, his voice changing slightly. He sounded as if he were straining himself, trying to hold himself back. It was up to him if he wanted to fuck her tits until he came or hold on for later. For now he was busy bucking his hips to keep his cock moving between her boobs. Christina licked the head each and every time it poked up until he suddenly halted. With one final full thrust, his black pole stuck up far enough for her to wrap her lips around it. She sucked the head until he pulled it away from her.
"I don't want to get too carried away. If I keep fucking your tits, I'm gonna forget all about everything else."
"Oh really? Are you that obsessed with my boobs that you don't want to really fuck me?"
"I didn't say that, but right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me."
His way of telling her he was close to explosion made Christina smirk. She was proud of the effect she had on him. For Curtis to prevent himself from an orgasm this early only meant that he was ready for a new position. Christina saw the hint as he laid down on the bed and held his cock up for her. She reached for it, gripping his thick pole tightly as she straddled him. Without any words between them, she took advantage of the situation, eager to get on top and ride his long, beautiful black cock.
"I want to see those big titties shaking and bouncing all around."
"Oh, don't worry. You'll see plenty of that until you can't stop yourself from grabbing them."
Christina smirked as she rubbed his cock against the wet folds of her entrance. Curtis was laid back on the bed, eyes focusing on her bare breasts that were in full view. Gasping her breath, Christina puckered her lips out as she slowly eased herself down on his big black dick. She closed her eyes, moaning as it slid into her tight, warm opening. Curtis moaned as she pressed her palms down on his muscular chest. Leaning forward, her boobs shook as she rocked herself atop of him.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah!"
This was only the beginning. Christina had to shift gears and prepare herself for a deep ride. She could already feel his cock burying deep inside her. Swallowing her breath, she rolled her hips and raised her head.
"Ohhhhh, god! It's so deep!!"
Sliding her fingers across his smooth, dark skin, Christina leaned far enough to make her breasts jiggle in his face. Curtis threw one arm around her back, pulling her down on him as he took charge, bucking his hips. Christina gasped, eyes widening as she felt his cock slamming into her cunt. Her cries of pleasure elevated to screams within seconds.
"OHHHHHH, FUCK!! OHHHH, SHITTT!! IT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOD!!"
Being in control was only for a short amount of time. Christina didn't expect him to begin bucking his hips to move his cock in her pussy. Curtis ignored the chance to play with her boobs and buried his face between them. Her hands moved to the sides, sliding across the blanket as his cock pumped into her faster.
"I CAN FEEL IT SO DEEP!! SOOOOO DEEP!!"
Curtis found a rhythm in his hip movements. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks was heard along with Christina's loud moans. Over and over, his cock slammed into her pussy. Her voice echoed from the bedroom outside, but it was only for him to hear.
"OHHHHHHHH!! FUCKKKK!!"
Her hands gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. Curtis rolled Christina around, changing the position with him on top. He raised her legs up over his shoulders as he sat on his knees, still moving his hips to keep his cock pumping into her. Christina gasped as she threw her arms out, rubbing her wrists against the silky bed sheets.
"I don't back down, baby! When I want something, I fucking take it!!"
A growl was heard in his voice as Christina closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. The force of his cock pumping in her made her breasts bounce up and down. Curtis held onto her legs, watching her huge breasts shake from the pressure of his thrusts.
"TAKE ME, CURTIS!! TAKE ME AND FUCK ME!!"
He stopped thrusting with his cock still in her pussy. Christina barred her teeth again as she curled her toes within her heels. She brought him to the edge with her tits, but now it was her trying to hold on from the implosion inside her. Curtis carefully pulled his dick from her cunt and spoke.
"Get up, baby. I want to pound you from behind."
She nodded at his words and quickly got up. On her hands and knees, Christina swung her booty in his direction.
"That's a fine ass you got there, baby."
Spank! His hand slapped across her ass, leaving Christina wishing she could see the cheeks clapping together. She felt one of his warm hands pressing against the small of her back, then the head of his cock sliding back into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. Get back in there. Fuck me. I don't want you to stop this time."
"You can take it all, girl. I know you're built for a good pounding, and I'm gonna give it to you."
Another slap on her ass made Christina push it back, driving his cock further inside her. Curtis grabbed her hips as he began to buck his hips again. She cried, whimpering at the feeling of his big black cock stretching her pussy as it rammed into her tight, juicy cunt. A strand of hair moved in Christina's face, but she didn't bother wiping it away. Her eyes shut as she clawed at the bedsheets below.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhhh god! Yes!! Fuck me, Fiddy! FUCK ME!! DON'T HOLD BACK!! KEEP GOING AND DON'T FUCKING STOP!!"
Every word she screamed echoed in the room as Curtis' cock pulsated inside her. Christina knew she couldn't take much more. She had merely seconds to enjoy this fucking before she reached the ecstasy of her pleasure. There was no time for her to consider the possibility of him filling her with his seed. Her head fell to the bed, raising her ass slightly up as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Take it all, baby! Yeah!! Yeah! Ohhh, shit!"
The feeling of her orgasm caught him by surprise. Christina's pussy tightened around his shaft until he quickly snatched it free. Without his cock lodged in, Christina's pussy squirted torrents of her juices to splatter on the blanket. Falling on her chest, she kicked her legs around. The loose heels flew off Christina's feet, finally freeing her toes. She panted, trying desperately to catch her breath while rolling on her back. Her eyes were met with his big black cock aiming right at her. Christina wasn't ready for this night to be over with. He had yet to cum, leaving only one remedy to make him finally make his cock erupt.
"Get over here, Fiddy! I want you to fuck my tits again!"
"You gotta make me cum with those huge ass titties, baby!"
He straddled her stomach, sitting down as Christina's hands moved to her breasts. First, she pressed them together, then pulled them apart for him to slide his black cock between them. It was soaked in her own sticky juices. Christina didn't care. That would make it easier for him to fuck her tits like before. As soon as his cock pushed between them, she squeezed her tits together to make it vanish. Curtis began to thrust, pumping his cock until the head shoved under her chin.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! I love how you fuck my tits!"
"Keep talking dirty to me like that, baby. I love it."
"Fuck my titties with your big black cock!"
Curtis groaned as he started thrusting faster. Christina squeezed her boobs around his dick harder, trying to make it difficult for him to push through. Her actions only made him thrust harder and faster. She closed her eyes, moaning with a smile on her face.
"That's it! Fuck these tits!"
"They're so fucking big, about to make me cum."
Her eyes shot open, gazing up at him. Christina grinned when she saw the look of his scrunched up face.
"Ohhhh, yeah? Did I hear that right? My tits are about to make you cum?"
"Almost! I don't wanna fuckin' stop!!"
He pumped his dick between her boobs again as Christina laughed. She couldn't hold it back. The expression on his face told her all she needed to know. He was hanging on as hard as he could, trying to enjoy the feeling of her tits wrapped around his cock one last time. But she knew it was a losing battle. When Curtis gritted his teeth and growled, she closed her eyes in preparation for the warm splash coming.
"Cum on me, Fiddy! Cum all over me! Mark me with your hot load!"
Christina felt one final thrust before he pulled his dick from her boobs. She kept them pressed together, unsure if he wanted to paint them or her face with his load. A grunt was heard, then a loud moan.
"Ohhhhhhh, OHHHHHHH!! SHITTTT, YEAH!!"
A rope of cum splattered across her forehead, drenching her flaming red hair. She smiled, keeping her mouth closed as she felt the second wad of his load discharge directly into her left eyelid. Christina moaned as a third string of cum was felt, this one slathering across her right cheek. She bravely tried opening her eyes, blinking her right eye as she saw the blur of two more wads of cum. Both drenched her right boob with enough of a load to drip down the side.
"So much fucking cum..."
He wasn't done yet. Christina's voice was a whisper drowned out by his grunts. A sixth shot went on her chin, dripping down her neck. Another wad followed, striking the lower part of her neck. Yet another spurt of cum landed on her right nipple. The final ninth shot was weak, falling to her breasts, leaking between them.
"Oh, fuck! So much cum! Oh my god!"
Nine shots. That was a record for how many times Christina made a cock fire gooey rounds at her. The hot cum dripped from her face in streams. The wad that got in her left eyelid ran down like a teardrop, but she didn't try to open it. Christina looked up at him, swallowing her breath before she began speaking.
"Many men... Many, many, many men... Wish they had sex with me... Cum in my eye, and I can't see. I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be, and you're the lucky man who got to fuck my titties."
THE END
Topic: Money. Power. Respect. (Christina Hendricks, 50 Cent) (Read 32893 times)