Starring: Christina Hendricks
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Peter got up late the next day, and wasn't too disappointed to find the standard chocolate treat inside his calendar. However there was a note attached, 'wait for Saturday' it said. Whilst intrigued, the full on session from yesterday meant he was glad of a couple of days rest.
Peter caught up with his pre-Christmas tasks, over the next two days, shopping for gifts and food before the day itself. He wavered over opening the door ahead over time, but managed to resist. When the morning finally arrived he was early to rise, and eager to see what was inside.
A small note read, Balmount Hotel, ask for Mrs Purple. This was the most respectable hotel in the town, 5 stars all the extras, hugely expensive. Peter walked off to get his coat, no time was given so I figured he would make an early start. Catching the bus from outside his house, it was a short twenty minute ride to the stop in front of the Hotel.
Peter felt slightly self conscious when he walked into the Hotel, he wore a casual pair of trainers, T shirt and jeans, whilst all of the other guests seemed better dressed. Walking up to the desk a thin face man wearing the hotel uniform greeted him.
"Can I help you, sir?" The man asked.
Pplease, my name is Peter Andrews, I'm here to see Mrs. Purple." He said, somewhat confused by the name.
"Ahh Mr. Andrews, yes, we have been told to expect you, please head up to the twenty-fifth floor, the penthouse suite, you will need this key to access it via the lift." He was passed a black and gold swipe card. "I will call ahead so that you are expected."
Peter swiped the card, and pressed 25 on the lift keypad, slowly he felt himself rising, the lift continued upward, he counted off the floors until he reached twenty-five. The customary bing, followed by the doors opening.
"Come in, Peter." A voice said, it was a woman's with an American accent.
He stepped into the large open plan room, a large kitchen was to the right, and then a dining area spread out into a lounge. Standing by the sofa was a curvaceous redhead, instantly Peter recognized her as Christina Hendricks, one of the stars of a TV show he watched, Mad Men.
"Uhh you're-" He stammered.
"Yes, yes I am Peter." She replied.
Walking towards him she smiled, her hips swayed hypnotically, while her vast cleavage was on display in a tight black dress. She stood in front of him, huge breasts rising and falling in nervous excitement.
"I am so pleased that you are here." She said, leaning in to softly kiss a shell shocked Peter.
Her lips touched his, breaking his stupor, feeling them part and her slip her tongue into his mouth. He reached his hands around pulling her closer, as she kissed him harder.
"Mmmmnn, eager, I love it" Christina purred as she broke their kiss. "We have all day Peter, so enjoy yourself. Let's have some fun together."
His hands slid to the zip of her dress, easing it down as they kissed, all the way down to the base of her spine is slid. She stepped back peeling down the straps and then stepping out of it, her incredible body shown off in a black underwear set.
"Like what you see, Peter? Show me what you've got." Christina teased.
Peter stripped off in record time, tossing his t-shirt aside, and unfastening his trousers. Kicking his shoes off he was standing in his boxers, hard cock poking from the front. He pulled them down and stood naked, hard eight inch cock twitching upwards.
"Ohhhh, yeah..." Christina gasped looking at the thick shaft. "Is that for me?"
He moved across, as she reached around unfastening her bra, those epic tits falling free. The huge soft mounds of titty flesh were scooped up by Peters hands, bringing each nipple to his lips to suck.
"oh fuck, Peter! Yes, that's so good!" Christina gasped as he sucked and chewed on her hard nipples.
Peter rolled the big tits in his hands, squeezing them, playing with them, his face buried between them as he loved every second. Christina had the largest breasts he had ever had the pleasure of playing with, huge soft boobs, so ripe for sucking.
"These are amazing." he gasped coming up for air.
"Wanna fuck them?" She teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bedroom.
Laying back on the bed, Christina squeezed them together. Peter straddled her chest, hard cock sliding between them. She opened her tits, spitting on his shaft, before closing them around it again.
"Fuck my big juicy udders, Peter." She teased.
His hips started thrusting, pushing his cock back and forth. Christina lay there looking up at him, hands crushing her breasts around his length. Licking her lips she craned her neck up, and head forwards, her mouth open. The first two inches of his cock popped between her lips with very stroke.
"Ohhhh, fuck." Peter gasped, this new sensation driving him close to cumming
"Oh, do it Peter! Make your big fucking cock explode all over my tits and face." Christina said after releasing her lips.
He leaned backwards, thrusting his hips harder, cock really pounding those tits. She was panting heavily, as Peter neared his climax, huge soft tits enclosing his near exploding cock.
"Sooo close!" He gasped at Christina.
Switching around and leaning over her, her hands folded over her tits, crushing them so tightly around his dick as he pumped furiously. Slamming forwards he roared in pleasure as his balls pumped cum up his shaft, flying from the head of his cock. The thick white rope of spunk splattered up her neck across her chin, up her face to her right eye. The next pump followed, two large blasts up her face.
"Ohhh fuck!" Christina gasped blinking, her mouth wide tongue out.
His cum continued to splatter her face, finally easing back and bubbling down out of the top of her tits forming a milky pool in the valley of her neck. She had a good dose in her mouth, right side of her face plastered. Peter sat there panting; his balls spent, she looked up eyes wide, cum slowly oozing down her cheek.
"Ohhh Peter, that was nasty!" She said grinning. "I am soooo horny now."
He moved back, sliding down her body, bending down he pulled off her knickers, spreading those legs wide he dove into her pussy with relish. Pushing two fingers inside her wet slit, he clamped his lips over her clit, tongue going wild. Her hips rose into his face as she gasped, breathless.
"Ohhhh, fuck yeah Peter!" She gasped.
Peter relished the taste of her juices as he feverishly ate her pussy. Her back arched, body taught as waves of pleasure ran through her. Peter gripped her hips driving his tongue tighter to her clit.
"Fuuuckkk!!" She gasped.
He felt her body starting to climax, but felt that he could really drive her over the edge with a little extra stimulation. Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he rubbed them over her clenched asshole before pushing them in. Her hips bucked furiously as Christina came so hard.
"FUCK! FUUUUCKKK PETER! FUUUCKKKK!!" She cried.
He felt her asshole clench on his fingers, clamping on his knuckles as she came. Peter swallowed fast as her juices flooded his mouth, a fierce gush of liquid blasting forth. Christina was shaking, her body aching in pleasure as she came so hard, the mouth on her pussy and fingers up her ass driving her wild with desire.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" She snarled as finally her orgasm subsided.
Peter lifted his head, his fingers released, moving back up her body, he kissed her hard. Her tongue snaked with his as she tasted every drop of her own essence. His cum was on her face, but in the moment Peter didn't care, the salty taste adding to the moment. Finally they broke their kiss.
"Oh Peter, you certainly know what you are doing." Christina gasped.
"Thanks, holy fuck you are incredible. I have no idea why all this is happening to me, but I can't say no!" He replied.
Getting up from ontop of her, Peter sat on the edge of the bed, she moved to sit behind him, arms draped over his shoulders to his chest. She kissed his neck lightly and ran her fingers over his pecs. Peter turned and kissed her again, starting to become aroused once again.
"Mmmmmm, round two already, Peter?" Christina teased. "Well, I am not gonna say no."
They started kissing, Peters hands running down her body, fondling those breasts, reaching her hips. She lay back on the bed, Peter standing, pulling her towards him. Looking up she stared straight into his eyes.
"Fuck me Peter Andrews." she purred, smiling.
Peter looked down in absolute amazement, Christina Hendricks, the woman he had seen and lusted over on his TV screen was laying in front of him, begging for him to fuck her. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pressed his hard shaft into her pussy.
"Ohhh yeah! fuck Peter, do it, do it!!" She gasped.
Peter held her hips as she hung her legs from the edge of the bed, pushing his hard shaft deeper and deeper. Holding her tight he was now as deep as he could get inside of her. Christina groaned as he thrust in and out, her pussy clamping tight on him.
"Faster Peter! Ohhhhh, fuck yeah, fucking pound me!" She groaned.
He held her tight and slammed in and out, hips driving deeply into her. Those huge tits undulated back and forth with his strokes, her hands eventually falling on them. She kneaded them firmly, tweaking the nipples, as he fucked her. She was gasping and groaning her body loving the hard shaft thrusting in and out.
