Paintslinger (Christina Hendricks)

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Paintslinger
Starring: Christina Hendricks

Themes: Seduction, Cougar (Older Woman, Younger Man), Big Tits, Comedy

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This story is dedicated to my latino fans and all who enjoy the fun of big tits.



Los Angeles, California

Cardboard boxes stacked outside on the concrete block leading to the front door. They were empty with peeled tape and scissor marks responsible for opening the tops. It was eight boxes total, stacked at a height where they could easily fall over to make a mess. The homeowner didn't see a reason to be concerned. The wind wouldn't be pushing them over now that summertime was here in Beverly Hills. No cool breeze would be felt by the many residents living in the luxury of their gated communities. If the boxes were to fall, it would be due to a stranger outside pushing them over. That was nothing the doorbell camera couldn't record if it were to occur. The black camera was the only modern decoration on the white-painted front door, positioned just above the bronze knob. From the distance, the craftsman-style house didn't reveal its true age. A century had passed since it was first built, with many owners through the decades.

Christina Hendricks purchased the house over a year ago. She found the architecture to hold a timeless charm. The past ten months had been spent on a massive remodeling project. Several walls were torn down and rebuilt with modern wallboards and new panels. With the money to spend, she had limitless funds to sink into the house. It quickly became her dream project. The photos she snapped told the story of 'before and after.' After new infrastructure was put in, Christina called a different company to rebuild the walls. A month later she had taken out a contract with a local group in town to paint her house. By that point, she had already begun living upstairs, where everything was finished. In due time, she had the proper home she had always dreamed of. The final job was to build a new garage with brick walls and a retracting door that worked via remote control. Inside held four vehicles. A paved road offered visitors the opportunity to park in front of the white door. The exterior design still looked much the same. Red bricks and black roof panels. White wood outlined the windows for a simple exterior design.

This home felt better than having a mansion or larger home. Despite her wealth earned from decades of acting, Christina wasn't one to flaunt it. She preferred to live modestly as if she were just another person who enjoyed some success in life. The more extravagant homes of celebrities could be found in Calabasas and other places. When Christina wasn't working, she lived a quiet life. Her name rarely appeared in gossip magazines with stories about other famous people. Online, Christina barely posted on her social media accounts. Only her close friends could tell anyone about the life she led. The men came and went after her divorce six years ago. At fifty years old now, Christina enjoyed the freedom that came outside marriage. Over the years, she found herself developing an interest more towards younger men. Even though she couldn't relate to them with how different the world was, Christina didn't care. Other women in Hollywood around her age were known for dating younger guys. It was only a matter of time before she joined some of her girlfriends in their choice of men.

Deep down, Christina knew that she would eventually find a young man who caught her eye. Last week she called a local painting company to do more work on her house. Martinez Drywall & Painting had advertisements in the local newspaper and signs in town. Few people read newspapers these days, but that didn't stop her from buying a subscription. Some things were good enough to never change, regardless if people told her to 'get with the times.' Christina preferred to support a local small business over independent contractors. It was one way of giving back to the community. She circled the company she found and searched reviews online. All of them were positive, with photos showing the work done. She needed a helping hand in order to paint the ceiling in her kitchen and dining room. It was reachable with a foot ladder, but Christina felt a professional could do a better job than her. After a day of thinking, she called the number for Martinez Drywall and spoke to the owner himself, Pablo Martinez. He requested photos via text messages or email. Christina was surprised at how cheap the price was. By the end of the day, agreed to a deal and Pablo said he would send his son Fernando to meet her.

She could've never guessed the young man would steal her attention. He arrived in a white pickup truck with the company logo painted on the side doors. Beneath the logo were black numbers and letters with the phone number and email address. Fernando arrived in a white muscle shirt and black slacks under a black jacket with his name stitched alongside the company name on the back. His face was shaved with only a five o'clock shadow matching the thin layer of black hair on his head. A set of dark brown eyes gazed back at her. On first sight, he reminded Christina of an actor she worked alongside a few years ago when making the show Good Girls. It brought back good memories when he introduced himself. They shook hands, and he addressed her as Miss Hendricks. She almost called him by the name of Manny at first. She was wearing an orange shirt that day, covering her massive chest. Her long red hair was pinned in a high ponytail, and she wore black jogging pants. Another man sat in his truck, who was busy texting with his phone. The other man introduced himself as Fernando's brother by the name of Alonso. He was short with a black mustache and curly brown hair.

After inviting them into her home, Christina walked the two men to the living room. Fernando took a great interest in the interior design of her home. He spoke multiple times about the vintage look. Christina was eager to brag about how old the house was. Both men gasped in shock, leading her to laugh. Once they entered the kitchen, she pointed up to the ceiling to show them a white layer that had faded. Fernando commented that they could use a roller to put a new layer up or peel down the old one and start from scratch. Christina led him into the dining room to see the other ceiling. The white color had faded to a yellow tint and was peeling in one corner. Alonso used a flashlight to inspect the corners, checking for any signs of mildew. He asked if she had any prior knowledge of a previous owner painting the ceilings. Christina told them no. Fernando went back outside to the truck. He returned with a folding metal step ladder and two paint rollers. in the kitchen, Christina watched Fernando remove his jacket and reveal his muscular arms. She raised an eyebrow, surprised to see both of them covered in full sleeves of tattoos.

The designs were difficult for her to make out. On his left wrist, Christina could see some kind of horror design of a wolf. There were hints of more tattoos at the collar of his shirt. Her imagination went wild imagining the full look underneath his clothes. She didn't expect to find herself attracted to a man with tats like this, but it turned her on. The muscles on his arms and chest made her believe he must have taken to the gym as a hobby. She was already having visions in the back of her head of Fernando doing push-ups and lifting weights. Christina asked the men about their age. Alonso said he was twenty-seven. Fernando replied that he was only twenty-five. They didn't ask how old she was in response. At fifty, she saw that she was twice Fernando's age. It only made her more interested in him as the day went by. She avoided staring at him out of respect, since she didn't enjoy the wandering gaze of strangers herself. Neither of them seemed to know about her as a woman of fame. That gave her some relief that she was treated as a normal person. Had they recognized her, she would've been willing to give a selfie photo and sign autographs.

But that would've taken the fun out of this. If they knew who she was, rumors could spread easily. That was the price of success and fame. She dropped those thoughts when Fernando asked her about the color she wanted. Christina chose white, then offered the men lunch before they were to begin. Their faces lit up in full smiles when she mentioned cooking. 'I think it would be rude if we refused,' Alonso joked. Christina laughed. She went into the kitchen and turned on the stove. 'Maybe this smell will be stronger than the paint. Once we start painting, you're going to be stuck smelling it for days,' Fernando remarked. Christina told him she wasn't concerned about the scent. Half an hour later, they were seated together in the dining room enjoying Christina's homemade beef stew. They drank freshly brewed sweet tea to go with the meal. After they finished eating, the men were eager to get to work. Fernando commented that he could still taste the stew in the back of his throat by the time the scent of paint filled their nostrils. All Christina could do was smile at his compliment as time passed by.

It was six days ago, yet the memory remained strong in Christina's mind. After the wonderful day they shared, she couldn't stop thinking about the men. Fernando in particular had caught her interest. Sunday night, she found herself browsing the internet. She searched Fernando's name online, much in the way she imagined people punched in her own name into a Google search. She had to stop herself from snooping for information by reminding herself that she preferred to live a quiet, private life. Fernando was something of a mystery to her. Where did his tattoos come from? Did he have a girlfriend back home? So many questions went through her mind as the days passed. After a sleepless night, Christina finally decided to give in to her lustful desires. She finally admitted to herself that she wanted this young man. One way or another, she was going to have him. She didn't care if he had a girlfriend or other commitments. What hot blooded young male would resist the alluring temptation of her busty chest? The thought of his strong hands over her body was enough to make her wet. Christina couldn't close her eyes without envisioning him.

Yesterday was her breaking point. She spent the day alone thinking about him. Several fantasy scenarios ran through her head. All she knew of Fernando was that he had manners and was a hard working man. She wondered what was under the surface. What made his engine run? She didn't care if he had a girlfriend. At this point, Christina was ready to indulge herself. The time had finally come for her to play up her own seductive charm to a man half her age. Fernando was still at the center of her mind early in the morning after she checked her phone. Her casting agent called to remind her about contract negotiations regarding The Buccaneers show. The show was renewed for a third season, and production was set to begin next month in Scotland. With a possible trip out of the country looming on the horizon, Christina knew she had to make a move on Fernando right now. It couldn't wait another day for the sake of her lustful appetite. The very thought of him consumed her. After taking a shower, she checked the clock to see the time of 9:43. Her body was still wrapped in a towel when she grabbed her phone and scrolled through the recent contacts to call Martinez Drywall & Painting. It rang a few times before a man answered.

"Martinez Drywall and Painting. This is Robert; how can I help you?"

"Hi there! I'm calling back to speak to someone at your shop. Is Fernando around?"

The man paused. Christina heard some kind of noise, as if papers were shuffling around on the desk and chattering voices in the background. The man who answered could've been anyone put on phone duty. For such a small business, she didn't imagine they had a proper customer support service.

"Are you a client who had work done by us?"

"Yes. Fernando worked on my house last week. Is he available right now?"

"He's not in the shop right now, but I can get ahold of him for you. Have you sent us an email or anything about paint work?"

His question made Christina stop. She didn't have a plan when she first called. Now she had to come up with a believable excuse for Fernando to see her.

"It was last week. The ceiling in my kitchen and dining room were done. I was wondering if Fernando could come out and look at the rest of my rooms. I found some black spots and paint chips in one of the guest rooms upstairs. It's just one of those things where once you see it, you can't stop thinking about it, you know?"

She laughed after speaking. The man on the other end chuckled.

"Right, I know what you're saying. We get clients calling back for more work all the time. Fernando is out right now, but I can have him call you back. Is that what you'd like?"

A funny question to end his statement. What would I like? Christina pondered the question as she chuckled under her breath.

"I would like him to pay me a visit, if that is possible. He knows who I am from last week. Just tell him that Miss Hendricks would like to see him about some more work. Don't worry about sending another man. I'd rather it just be him and no one else."

"Okay then. That can be arranged for you. It might be after lunch break, but I'll make sure Fernando comes out to see you."

Smiling to herself, Christina felt she had taken control of the conversation. That was the only thing that mattered in order for this man to step back into her life.

"Thank you. I will be expecting him sometime soon. If you need anything, please give me another call."

"We will do that, ma'am. Have a nice day."

The call ended after she hung up. Christina took a deep breath and let out a sigh. She was standing in her bedroom with no one to see her drop the towel to the floor. Christina glanced across the room at the wooden doors leading into her closet. If she truly had to wait beyond lunch hour, Christina had plenty enough time to pick the best dress and fix up her hair. At her age, excitement didn't overwhelm her. Christina was cool, calm, and feeling calculated about what she had to do. The right outfit would make things easier. Something, anything, to show off her most famous assets. A smug grin spread across her face as she opened the closet doors. Christina was unsure of what she would pick yet, but she was confident in her own abilities. It had been years since she dabbled with seductive manners. It was a game that she didn't always play. Today was different.

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1 HOUR LATER

All the curtains covered their respective windows in the living room to prevent any wandering eyes from outside. The clock on the wall slowly ticked silently as the thin line completed the rotating cycle of another minute passing. 10:58 was the time when Christina heard the roaring motor of a truck parking outside in her driveway. Her bare feet were unheard on the carpet floor as she walked to the front door and awaited his knock. In the center of the door was a small peephole for her to look into with one eye. Her visitor arrived. Beyond the glass, Christina could see Fernando approaching the front door. He was wearing stonewashed blue jeans and a red T-shirt. He was alone. Christina was satisfied that he didn't have his brother with him. She bit her lower lip and leaned forward, moving slightly behind the door as she awaited him to knock. It was a short wait of only a few seconds. Gripping the knob, she slowly turned it and opened the door. Fernando stood with one hand on his hip. Their eyes met, then she saw his face light up, blushing in a smile at her appearance.

"Hi there, Fernando."

A black dress hugged her voluptuous curves, revealing her smooth pale skin and large F-cup breasts plunging forward. The outfit was a perfect size to leave a man guessing what was underneath. The look on Fernando's face told her all she needed to know. He was immediately distracted by her cleavage pushed up in the dress. His lower lip slightly fell, and then he blinked to avoid further staring. Her big blue eyes gazed back at him. Christina's signature orange was carefully split down the middle and covered her right ear. The left ear was visible, revealing a sparkling diamond.

"Miss Hendricks, sorry I'm late. I was eating lunch when they called me. If I had your number, I would've texted you before coming."

She nodded, offering a friendly smile.

"It's no problem. I'm glad you've come to see me."

Stepping aside, she offered a path of entry into her home. Fernando gave her a second look, gazing at her cleavage as he stepped through the doorway. Across his shirt were white paint stains in the middle.

"I hope I'm not too late. You look like you're in a hurry to go out. I won't waste your time."

Christina lightly chuckled under her breath. She reveled in the appearance of Hollywood glamour. It amused her that he still didn't seem to know who she was. As she closed the door, Fernando walked around her living room. The white walls were covered with several framed photos of fine art. Behind her velvet red couch were many paintings and drawings that she had bought. Fernando appeared to be admiring her art for a few seconds. That was before his gaze shifted back to her.

"I heard you needed some more work done. Something about black spots? Hope it's not mildew. I don't want to take up all your time, so show me which room."

The choice to take him into any room made her smile. She stepped forward, causing her busty chest to slightly bounce within the dress.

"There's no need to be in a hurry. Come along and I'll show you around."

Walking in front of him, Christina led Fernando into a small hall with a staircase leading to the higher floor. The steps were made of wood and painted dark red. She gripped the metal rail, moving up as his shoes stomped loudly. Upstairs was a narrow hallway. The walls were the same white color as downstairs. Doors to the left side led into the separate guest rooms. Christina strutted her hips as she walked across the wooden floor. She glanced behind her right shoulder, just to make sure Fernando was still directly behind her. At the far end of the hall was a dark wooden door. She gabbed the bronze knob and opened it. In the bedroom, Christina stepped aside to offer Fernando entrance. As he stood in the doorway, she turned and smiled at him.

"This is the master bedroom of my house. You're going to need to take off your shoes before I can let you in."

He blushed with a smile on his face. Fernando shook his head before replying.

"Oh... I guess I should've done that when I first walked in. I usually put mine near the front door. I'll be right back."

Before Christina had the chance to object, Fernando had already turned and was retracing his footsteps. She was left alone in her room to ponder her thoughts. So far, he had taken a few glances at her cleavage. Her own impatience was the only aspect of concern here. Christina had to calm her nerves and remember not to get too far ahead of herself. The walls of her bedroom were painted light blue. There were no mysterious black spots anywhere to be seen. Across from her dresser and makeup table was the bed. The wooden floor was covered with four large red rugs on all sides of the bed. To the right side of the room was the closet and a small doorway to her private bathroom. The bed itself was king-size with the vintage design of classical carved posts. Black paint hid the mahogany wood grain underneath. Her choice of blankets and bedsheets was black to match a single pillow on the headboard. Christina sat on the bed as she patiently waited for Fernando to return. His shadow moved across the hallway wall, visible from the open door. When he returned to the doorway, Christina smiled at him.

"I left my shoes by the front door. So what did you want me to look at?"

From where she sat on the bed, Christina leaned forward. She gave Fernando a great view of her plunging cleavage in the dress. His eyes shifted from her face, gazing directly at her tits. Christina smirked and leaned up. As she got up from the bed, his eyes wandered around the walls. She could see he was avoiding the temptation of her outfit. Christina stepped closer, prompting his eyes to return to her face.

"What do you think of my bedroom?"

"It's old fashioned. Not too fancy. I like it."

Moving in closer, she brushed her busty chest against his shirt. Fernando glanced down yet again to observe her cleavage. He didn't say a word back. Christina felt that this was too easy. She was ready to drop the act and go right for what she wanted.

"Do you see something else you like, Fernando? Hmmmmmm?"

No reply was spoken as his cheeks turned slightly red. She grinned at the way he blushed. Fernando took a step back and then looked into her eyes as he began to speak.

"Something tells me that you've got something else on your mind besides painting."

Christina placed her hands on her hips and smiled. As she flashed the front row of her teeth, the expression she made was one of pure lustful hunger.

"And what would that be? I'm waiting on you to ask me if I'm married."

He cracked up laughing.

"Oh, yeah? I know you're not married. All those photos in your living room give it away that you're a single woman. I didn't see a single photo of yourself or any man."

"Well then, what's stopping you from making your move, hot shot?"

Closing her lips, Christina raised her eyebrows after uttering the question. She held her head high, teasing him with her eyes in a vain effort to push his buttons. Fernando remained polite and calm, but she knew that would fade away in due time. The signs were already there with the visible bulge in the front of his pants. He couldn't resist her. Any attempt would be useless.

"Let me ask you something, Fernando. Just a little question."

"Go right on ahead, Miss Hendricks."

Smirking to herself, she couldn't believe he was still calling her that. Biting her lower lip, Christina moved her hands away from her hips.

"Are you on the clock right now?"

Fernando nodded at her.

"Yeah. I haven't been here long, but it's adding onto my hours."

"Okay. I have a better question for you then. Would you rather spend your time dealing with clients and smelling paint for the next hour?"

Biting her lower lip, Christina moved her hands to the sides of her breasts. She squeezed them within the dress and leaned forward.

"Or would you rather earn your paycheck playing with these?"

As Christina rubbed her boobs together, Fernando finally stepped closer and made his move. His right hand fingers gently cupped her chin. He raised her head, and then Christina pressed her lips onto his. She threw her arms around his neck, diving her tongue deep in his mouth for a full taste. Fernando responded to her actions by running his strong hands over her curves. Beginning at her hips, he roamed up to the front of her dress and squeezed her breasts. Their lips pulled apart. Fernando pulled at her dress, trying to release her massive breasts.

"I didn't wear this dress for a date. I wore it so you could rip it off me."

Fernando answered the call of her desire. His fingers gripped the front tightly, jerking it forward, and then with a mighty tug, he ripped the stitched fabric. Her breasts came spilling out. Christina gasped at his rough touch. Fernando's eyes became enlarged as he stared at her bare breasts in all their glory.

"Wow..."

Only a single word was spoken. Christina knew this reaction so well. Other men before him had done similar things. It was only a few brief moments before he smashed his hands against her soft tits. She moaned as he squeezed them.

"These are the biggest tits I've ever seen."

His fingers rolled over her nipples, pushing down to feel the hardness. Christina helped him shove the rest of her dress down to stand naked. Nothing covered her wet pussy. She made sure to shave early in the morning before making that decisive phone call that led to this moment. He let go of her tits and allowed them to drop. Christina licked her lips as he pressed his index fingers onto her nipples.

"Mmmmmmm, you feel that? I wonder what's harder. My nipples or your cock."

He grinned at her with his teeth.

"There's only one way to find out."

Christina watched him grab the ends of his shirt. As he pulled it up, she saw his muscular abs and a torso covered in ink. She was delighted to know his arms weren't the only part of him with tattoos. Falling to her knees, Christina made sure to surprise him. As he pulled the shirt over his head, Fernando gazed down to see her gripping the front of his pants. Her fingers went to the black leather belt, unfastening it. Fernando stood there, allowing her to unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. Christina made sure that her big blue eyes were glaring at him as she pushed his pants down. Fernando's eyes were glued on her as she looked at his white pair of underwear. His cock was bulging forward. The sight alone made her grin. This was all for her and no one else. She tugged his underwear down to free his erect pole from within. It flopped out, nearly touching her face until she wrapped her little hands around it.

"Oh yeah, you're hard."

"Harder than your nipples?"

There was no point in answering that question. His cock was finally in her hands, and that was the only thing Christina cared about. Fernando shook his left leg, trying to get his pants and underwear out from his ankles. She lowered her left hand, helping him with the other foot. Christina's right hand squeezed his cock hard to make it throb between her fingers. Raising his left foot, Fernando shook himself free. His clothes were a pile on the floor across from the tattered remains of her dress. Christina gazed up, tracing the outlines of black ink across his muscled chest. A grim reaper was drawn across the right side of his chest. Over Fernando's heart was the face of a lion. There were other designs surrounding the areas below, but she didn't pay them much attention. His dick was throbbing again, desperate for more attention besides the tight grip of her fingers. Christina lowered her head and began pumping her hand up and down. Fernando moaned as she stroked his cock. He exhaled a deep breath, and that was when she knew he was ready. She wasn't going to wait any longer. Opening her mouth wide, Christina slid the tip of his shaft onto her tongue and enveloped her lips around it.

'Mmmmmmm,' she moaned at the first taste of his thick cock. Closing her eyes, Christina bobbed her head up. His voice was heard exhaling a deep breath. Christina pushed more of his cock down her throat while her fingers gripped the base. She slipped her left hand between her thighs to rub her pussy. Another muffled moan came from her voice as she opened her eyes. Half of his cock was between her lips as Christina gazed up at him. Eye contact was important for her to make this a personal experience for him. She wanted Fernando to leave the house with his mind blown and unable to forget her. Closing her eyes again, she bobbed her lips up and down, devouring several inches of his cock. More heavy breaths were heard in response. Christina's middle finger pushed through her wet folds. She wiggled it and then withdrew her hand altogether. She grabbed his balls with her left hand and pushed her lips all the way down. An audible gag followed with her first deepthroat attempt. His cock was too long to effortlessly jam down her throat. With a second try, Christina managed to bury her lips around his stringy ball hairs.

"Fuck..."

His voice broke the silence. Christina choked and withdrew his shaft from her lips with a loud pop noise.

"I haven't done this in a long time. Maybe that's why I want you so bad."

Gripping his dick with her right hand, Christina pumped her fist up and down. Her fingers glided across the slick, wet shaft with ease. While wanking him, she lowered her head and kissed his balls. That was all she had to feel one of his hands on the back of her head. Fernando gripped locks of her orange hair, guiding her to open her mouth wide. Her teeth gently grazed the skin while her tongue lapped his hairy nuts. With the aid of her hand, Christina got one of his balls in her mouth. She squished it around while still jerking her hand up and down his shaft.

"Keep doing that. Fuck, that feels amazing."

Slobbering loudly, Christina muttered soft moans. She squeezed his shaft harder, pumping her fingers below the head. When Fernando's hand released the grip of her hair, Christina stopped sucking his balls. She raised her head, parted her lips and slid his cock back into her mouth. This time Christina released her fingers entirely. She pressed both hands against his legs to maintain her balance. Fernando's hand returned to the back of her head, pushing her down to suck more of his cock. Christina closed her eyes as she took his shaft deeper with each movement. Determined to deepthroat him, she was not going to be denied. Fernando placed both hands on the side of her head. She opened her eyes as she suddenly felt his cock thrusting between her lips. He took charge by bucking his hips. Christina's eyes widened. She blinked upon the realization that he was fucking her mouth.

"KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-KAH!"

Slobbering and sucking were heard from Christina's suppressed voice. Fernando's movements were slow, pushing more of his cock down her throat with each thrust. Christina closed her eyes to concentrate.

"That's it. Fuck!"

Fernando yelled as he thrust faster. Christina moved her hands to cradle her boobs, preventing them from jigging around as her eyes shut. She squeezed them, feeling her own hard nipples rubbing against her palms. Saliva leaked from both corners of her mouth, streaming down her neck. More sloppy sounds came from her voice as Fernando continued to fuck her mouth.

"GWAK-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH"

His fingers gripped her hair tightly, holding her in place as he slowed his thrusts. Christina's eyes opened wide as she felt every inch of his cock slowly pushing down her throat. His balls rubbed against her chin while she felt the head of his shaft rubbing against the back of her throat. Fernando successfully helped her deepthroat the entire length. Christina closed her eyes, fighting back the tears as she gagged lightly. His heavy breathing was heard over her slobbering. Five seconds passed, then ten, and he finally extracted his shaft from her lips. As it withdrew from her mouth, Christina gasped for air. Four saliva strings dangled from her open lips back to his shiny, drool-coated shaft. Not once did Christina let go of her boobs during all this time. She had been waiting for the moment to properly use them. She wasn't going to be denied her desires. All Fernando could do was stand there and watch as she raised her giant tits and pulled them apart to create a narrow passage. He gasped as she wrapped them around his cock and pushed her tits together.

"Oh! Fuck!!"

Only the tip of his cock was visible, poking up between her massive breasts. Christina adjusted her right hand, and without needing to be told, she began to pump her tits up and down.

"Fuck! Ohhhhh, god!!"

A man in her previous life had once told Christina that she had the best tits he had ever seen. She took great pride in using them as instruments of pleasure. Tittyfucking was something she spent years learning how to do. It was one of the many tricks Christina used to surprise her past boyfriends.

"You like that, Fernando? You like how your cock feels between my tits?"

Biting her lower lip, she continued to pump her boobs up and down. Christina felt every inch of his throbbing member sliding up and down. The spit covering his shaft made it easier for his cock to glide upward.

"I bet you never dreamed about having your cock between a set of tits this big."

Grinning smugly, Christina looked into his eyes as she continued to work her tits. Fernando nodded.

"They're fucking huge."

Giggling at his words, she didn't expect him to begin bucking his hips. Fernando took charge, fucking her tits faster. Christina quit moving and pressed her tits together tightly around his shaft. Gazing down, she watched it vanish from sight, and then the head poked up. Fernando found a way to thrust even faster, losing all control of himself. Christina was confident she could push him over the edge.

"Fuck my titties."

When his dick pushed up, Christina licked the head. This encouraged Fernando to thrust harder, pushing the tip between her lips. It pulled out with a popping sound. He did it consecutively, causing multiple pop sounds to be heard. Pop. Pop. Pop. His heavy breathing became deeper with low growls. Christina knew he was close. She raised her head, looking into his eyes as he continued fucking her tits.

"You're gonna blow a load for me!"

Gritting his teeth, Fernando's face scrunched up. It was a look she was all too familiar with. The man was trying his hardest to hold back. No matter how hard he fought, Fernando had already lost control. His cock was pumping faster and harder between her tits. He wasn't going to stop. The way he managed to thrust even faster was enough for Christina to mentally prepare for a sticky mess. Keeping her head raised, she moaned for him.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes!! Cum for me! Cum for me, Fernando!! Fuck my titties until you give me that cum!!"

"OHHHHHH, FUCK!! I THINK I'M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!!"

Back and forth, his cock continued to pump up and down. Fernando snarled with his teeth barred as Christina felt his shaft throbbing between her breasts. A thick wad of cum shot out and splattered under her chin. She closed her eyes, delighted by the sound of his panting and cries of pleasure. More spurts of his hot, creamy seed splashed across her neck. The warm liquid felt so good. Christina bit her lower lip, purring softly in satisfaction.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes. That's what I like."

His shaft slipped back between her tits, filling the tight passage with more cum. Christina pulled her tits apart to finally free his dick. She gazed down, seeing the cum streaming across her ivory skin. Fernando gripped his cock at the base and rubbed the head into one wad of cum. Christina raised an eyebrow and smiled as he smeared his seed into her skin.

"You're bad."

"Don't blame me. You're the one that put it between those huge fucking tits."

Christina grinned at him.

"Yes, I did. I wanted it as much as you."

Rising up from her knees, Christina stood in front of Fernando. Between her tits, a trail of cum streamed down to her belly button. She used her right index finger to collect it under her nail. Her eyes went to him as she raised the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Mmmmmmmm, nice and hot. I'm sure you enjoyed painting my tits more than dealing with some client asking you to paint something in their house."

Pushing her finger back into her mouth, Christina plucked it out loudly.

"You best get ready for round two. I'm not done with you yet. You're not old, so I expect you to have tons of energy to burn off fucking me."

She walked past him, strutting her hips to make her tits shake with each step. Christina made sure to give Fernando a full view of her bare ass. She wandered to her personal bathroom and reached for a towel hanging on the rack. From the mirror, Christina could see the amount of cum covering her neck. She grinned at the sight of a proper pearl necklace before wiping it away. He waited in the bedroom without intruding on her. After she was done, Christina returned to find Fernando standing near the bed gripping his shaft with his right hand. She grinned to see it hard again. Her left hand gripped the white towel. She pulled it apart with both hands, teasing him by hiding her pussy for a few moments.

"That was a lot of cum. You did a good job painting my neck."

Fernando flashed his teeth in a full smile. Since he managed to look her in the eyes, Christina dropped the towel to the floor.

"I know I did. You should've seen it."

"Proud of yourself, huh?"

Christina covered her tits with her hands as Fernando nodded his head to her question. He was still smirking as if this was the luckiest workday he ever had. Stepping towards the bed, she grinned at him. His eyes were fixated on the view of her wet pussy. She released the grip of her tits and spread her legs for him.

"Since you're supposed to be working right now, I think I'll do you a favor. I'm going to let you decide which position we try next. So Fernando, how do you want to fuck me?"

"I wanna hit it from behind. Bend over the bed for me."

"If that's how you want me, then I'll make your wish come true."

How predictable, Christina thought to herself. Doggy style was a typical choice for men. Fernando placed his hands on his hips, watching her assume the position. In front of the bed, Christina bent over and pressed her palms down into the black blankets. Fernando moved behind her and exhaled a deep breath. He didn't say a word as he stood there, likely admiring her ass. It never received the attention that her chest got. Christina sighed, feeling a bit impatient. She lowered her right hand between her thighs to pinch her clit between two fingers.

"Mmmmmm, I'm ready for this. Are you going to fuck me or just stand there and look at my ass?"

Spank! His hand slapped across her buttocks, causing Christina to cry aloud. She closed her eyes and moved her hand away. Both hands pressed into the bed again as she leaned forward and pushed her ass out. The tip of his shaft rubbed against her wet folds. At long last, Christina braced herself as he pushed in. If only he could see the smile on her face as he entered her.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes..."

Christina moaned, raising herself up on the bed as she stood on her toes. Closing her eyes, she embraced the moment as they became one. She felt Fernando's rough hands gripping her hips. Her breasts were pressed against the blanket to prevent them from shaking. His cock moved inside her with the first few thrusts. Opening her eyes, Christina cooed soft cries before speaking softly.

"Yes! Ohhhhhhh, yes. That's it. Fuck me."

She pulled at the blankets as he began to thrust faster. Fernando's voice was heard grunting.

"For an older woman, you're pretty tight."

"What? What were you expecting?"

His right hand left her hip and slapped her ass in response. Christina buried her face on the blanket to muffle her lustful cries. She gasped upon feeling his hand gripping her hair. Fernando pulled her hair hard, lifting her up from the bed. Christina raised her arms, moving them at her side. His right hand tugged several locks of her flaming red hair while his left arm wrapped around her stomach. Fernando arched her forward as he continued to thrust his cock into her pussy. Surprised by his sudden moves, her eyes widened as she screamed.

"Oh god! Ohhhh, FUCK!!"

Her titanic-sized tits flapped up and down, smacking against his forearm underneath them. Fernando leaned in, planting his lips on the right side of her neck. Christina gasped at the feeling of his hot breath blowing down her neck.

"Oh my god! Ohhhh, ohhhhh, OHHHHHHHH!!"

"Is this what you wanted?"

Fernando whispered into her ear in a low voice. His hands moved, grabbing her breasts. He squeezed them hard as his cock pumped in and out of her tight, mature pussy.

"Is this what you needed? A man like me to give you a good fucking?"

The only reply she could give was whimpering and soft moans. Fernando withdrew his hands and then pinched her nipples hard. Christina gasped, eyes opening wide again as he tugged at her tits by the tight grip on her nipples.

"Ohhhhh, god!"

"You better answer me, Miss Hendricks. What's on your mind right now? Is this what you wanted?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

He pinched her nipples harder. Christina gritted her teeth, growling her moans as his cock was still pumping in her pussy. Fernando kissed her neck and whispered again.

"I want an answer. Come on, tell me."

"Yes! Oh my god, YES!! I'VE BEEN WANTING YOU TO FUCK ME ALL GODDAMN WEEK!!"

Admitting her desires while he was inside came with such ease. Christina growled again as he let go of her breasts. She glanced over at the right bedpost and tried to reach for it with her right hand. Fernando wrapped an arm around her stomach again to keep her close.

"So that's why your bed has posts. You like to hold them when you're getting fucked."

He chuckled, noticing how she tried to grab the post. Fernando stepped forward, allowing Christina to make two steps closer. She reached for the post, gripping the wood with both hands. A few seconds were needed to properly adjust themselves. As she held the post, Christina arched forward and pushed her ass out. Fernando had to take a step backward. Underneath, her tits were hanging, ready to swing and shake around from his thrusts. His hands moved to her hips and Christina glanced behind her right shoulder. From the corner of her right eye, she looked at him and nodded.

"Fuck me."

Moving her head to face the post, Christina closed her eyes at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her. Fernando bucked his hips, pumping his shaft into her cunt at a slow pace. This was only temporary. He soon found a faster speed as his fingers dug into her pale skin. He raised his right hand and spanked her ass again.

"Ohhhhh, yes!"

Another spank went across both cheeks. Christina moaned as his hand went to her hair again, tugging a rough fistful of locks. With every thrust, her boobs bounced and shook around. She closed her eyes as her nails scratched the carved wood in the post.

"Fuck me! FUCK ME!! YESSSSSSSSS!!"

Every feeling of frustration washed away as his cock pounded into her pussy. All those countless days alone and the constant fantasies were gone. No need to close her eyes anymore. Christina tried to glance across her right shoulder as he gripped her hair. She wanted to see his face as he fucked her into blissful pleasure. All of her lustful needs were fullfilled.

"DON'T STOP!! I NEED THIS!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BADLY I'VE BEEN WANTING YOU TO FUCK ME!! JUST DO IT!! DO IT!! OHHHHH GOD, DO IT!! DON'T STOP!!"

Fernando thrust harder and faster with every word she screamed. Her voice was loud, undoubtedly echoing out of the bedroom and down the hall. There was no one else in the house to hear them. Her fingernails scraped scratch marks into the wooden post as Christina felt her climax nearing closer and closer with each thrust.

"OH MY GOD!! OHHHHHHHH, GOD!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

The sound of skin slapping was heard from Christina's breasts swaying and bouncing up and down. Their bodies hit together as Fernando drove his cock into her pussy with rapid thrusts. Christina felt his stomach pressing against her back as he ran his arms underneath and grabbed her tits roughly. Sweat formed on her fingers, creating friction that made it harder for her to hold the post. It was the final straw to break her. She wailed loud cries as her legs shook. Curling her toes, she felt the hot rush as her inner walls tightened around his cock. He quickly let go of her tits and moved to pull his shaft out of her cunt.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

At the height of her pleasure, Christina lost her balance. The post slipped from her sweaty hands, and her knees hit the floor with a resounding boom onto the rug. Her juices trickled down her thighs, with some droplets covering the rug on the floor.

"Are you alright!?"

The wonderful sensation of an orgasm was worth every bit of the pain she felt in her knees. Fernando's concern was met with her heavy breathing. She turned around and smiled at him.

"Yes, I'm fine."

He offered a hand to help her up, but Christina's eyes were focused on something else. His cock was pointing directly at her face, gleaming with her own cum dripping from it. She didn't need a helping hand, but his dick certainly needed her. Her left hand pressed into the rug below as she felt the burning itch of a carpet burn on her knees. Christina reached for his shaft with her right hand, gripping the base with two fingers.

"I think I'll have carpet burns on my knees tomorrow, but that's okay. Oh my god, I haven't cum that hard in so long. Let me clean this up for you."

Lowering her mouth onto the head of his shaft, she loudly slurped her own cum from it. Fernando blinked, raising his eyebrows in shock.

"You swallow your own cum? I thought you were kinky, but-"

Christina pulled his shaft out of her mouth to cut off his speech.

"You thought what? A fifty year old woman like me is too old to get horny?"

Biting her lower lip, she let go of his cock and slipped her hand to his balls. With a subtle squeeze, she purred lightly.

"You're such a gentleman. The way you offered to help me when I fell..."

With a pause, her hand shifted back to his cock. Christina used both hands to gently touch the sides, rubbing her fingertips across the length. She held it directly under her chin while gazing up into his eyes.

"And the way you decided to come out here and just stroll right into my bedroom when I invited you here."

Giggling softly, her voice dropped to a more seductive tone. Pushing her lips together, she kissed the head of his shaft. Christina batted her eyes as she twisted her right hand fingers around his shaft.

"Since you were so kind to spend your day fucking me instead of working for other clients, I'm going to let you do something special to me."

She kissed the tip again.

"You've already painted my tits and given me a nice, messy pearl necklace. How would you like to paint my face next? Hmmmmmm?"

Her free hand cupped his balls. Christina squeezed them again.

"There's a lot of cum in here. I know you have enough to give me a good paint job."

Cracking a smile, Fernando finally replied.

"I'd be more than happy to do it for you. But only if you use your tits to make me cum."

Christina immediately let go of his cock and grabbed her giant boobs.

"Ask and you shall receive."

Winking playfully, she lifted her breasts for them. This time Fernando gripped his shaft and shoved it directly between them. He groaned as her powerful tits smothered and suffocated his shaft. Christina gasped.

"You're still so hard for me. Oh my god, I can feel it."

Her voice was slightly exaggerated at a higher pitch to tease him. Christina was testing him to see if Fernando would take control like before and fuck her tits again. If he didn't, she was more than eager to do the work for him. Glancing down, she looked at the head of his cock and began to thrust her tits up and down.

"Ohhhhhhh... Mmmmmmmmm..."

Licking her lips, Christina moved her tits slowly. With a few thrusts, Fernando began bucking his hips to help her. Gazing up at his face, she giggled.

"I love the way you fuck my tits. It feels so good."

He managed to control himself this time. Fernando thrust up and down at a moderate pace. It was a sign that the man didn't want the pleasure to end. Christina knew this all too well. She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes as she felt his shaft throbbing between her tits.

"You're going to cum soon. I can feel it."

"Yeah!"

Giggling to herself, Christina kept her head raised. Fernando pumped harder and faster. She bit her lower lip as his shaft rubbed back and forth between her tits. She loved this so much. The expression on his face was one of pure joy. There was no way Fernando could hold back a genuine smile as he looked into her blue eyes and pumped his dick between her breasts.

"Fuck my tits, Fernando. Fuck 'em!"

"They're so perfect! I wish I could come over here and fuck them all day every day!"

Christina laughed. He continued to thrust, slowing down to last just a little bit longer. Her eyes remained locked on his face.

"Just remember, you're getting paid to fuck my titties today. This is part of your working hours, so you better paint me with a lotta cum!"

"Oh, fuck! I think that's enough! I'm about to fucking blow!"

Fernando stopped as he nearly exploded prematurely. A few drops had already surfaced at the tip of his shaft. Christina pulled her tits apart to allow his cock to slip free. She pressed her tits together and held them up as Fernando's right hand fingers wrapped around his cock. He aimed it straight at her face. Christina closed her eyes and slightly tilted her head upward.

"Paint me in your cum."

A loud grunt made Christina imagine him stroking as fast as he possibly could.

"Fuck! Ohhhhh, FUCK!!"

He groaned as a thick wad of cum splattered across her forehead. Christina dropped her lower lip to softly moan. She kept her head raised as another wad of cum landed on her right cheek. Squeezing her own breasts, she rubbed them together as a third wad landed on the right side of her nose. Thick droplets fell to her tits below. She opened her eyes, no longer afraid of being blinded. She saw a string of cum fly into the air and land across her right cheek. Christina smiled, flashing her teeth at him with a fully decorated face.

"Ohhhhh, you painted me good. Mmmmmmmm, I can smell your cum. It smells so much better than paint."

Out of breath and nearly exhausted, Fernando let out a sigh. He squeezed his shaft, forcing out a few final droplets that fell to her left tit. Christina was satisfied to know she made this young man cum not once, but twice. If not for his job, she thought they could even go for a third round. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't be going home singing the working man's blues after today. Fernando smiled at her and spoke.

"You know something funny?"

"What?"

"You have to wait hours for paint to dry. Then you smell it for a few days. You don't have to sit around waiting on cum to dry."

Christina erupted in laughter.

"I'm serious! Like you said, it smells better too!"

"You're right. I can hop in the shower and clean all this off. Why don't you go ahead and get dressed? I know you have to leave soon. When you get back to work, just tell them that you found some damage in the walls of a few rooms."

Lifting her arm, Christina grabbed his cock. She made sure to give it one final squeeze as a way of saying goodbye. Resting on her knees, Christina gazed up. The last thing she wanted Fernando to see was her freshly glazed face dripping in his hot cum.

"You know where to find me now if you ever want to drop by again. Just tell your boss that Miss Hendricks appreciates the service. You're my paint slinger, Fernando. I don't want anyone else."

THE END