Christina Hendricks - Cockpuppet Ch. 02

Kicking the towel out the way towards the bathroom, Christina picked up her wide-gartered belt, the silk-satin delightfully smooth under her fingers as she pulled it round herself and clipped it together, the garters tickling at her thighs in the process. Arranging it centrally on her hips, she stroked the smooth material for a moment, round the belt and down the thick garters for a moment before she picked up her stockings. They were wide-topped black nylons, simple and sexy, leading her to sit down on the bed to slip them onto her feet and roll them up her legs to her strong thighs. She stood up to clip them carefully onto her garters, securing her stockings properly and then stretching her leg slightly to make sure they were adjusted comfortably. Another glance in the mirror told her how hot she was looking, and figured this was likely how she would be dressed for much of the night. It was why she was putting her panties on over the top, so he could remove them and leave her stockings and suspenders on. She suspected he would want to.

Moving onto those, she picked up the next silky item and ran them through her fingers a bit, loving the tactile sensation of them. She stepped into them and slid them up her nylon-clad legs, over the lacy garters and into place, concealing her neatly shaven pussy and pinning the garters down against her skin as she ran her thumbs through the waistband. She checked herself out in the mirror again, her ass looking tempting in them, turning back to see the smooth bulge of her pussy nicely at the front. It only left her prominent chest to cover; it didn't need any sort of push-up that was for sure. The bra was devoid of it and made to match, the same classy dark grey satin edged with black lace, the straps slender but strong over her shoulders to support her. Slipping into it, the black contrasting perfectly with her pale skin, she arched her back and clipped it up, reaching up to give it a jiggle and settle herself in, her huge boobs pushed up nicely by its mere shape, a semi balconette style supporting them perfectly from underneath. It worked well, and wouldn't show past the low cut of her dress.

A glance in the mirror told her how good she looked, and she picked up her dress with a naughty smile to herself, feeling sexy in her pretty lingerie. She unzipped it and stepped into the bright red fabric, the only thing brighter than her hair, pulling it up and rolling her shoulders into it, wiggling her body to settle it around her before reaching back to zip it back up snugly. It wrapped her curves beautifully, hiding the underwear though tight enough to give little hints at it over her body, with the loose, split skirt offering a glimpse of her nylons with every flick. Christina smoothed it out, checking herself out in the mirror again, rocking her hips and striking some poses. With some make-up she would look decidedly foxy, ready to go and knew she'd impress him. Despite it however she was feeling nervous, more than she had done the first time, feeling some butterflies as she pondered over the upcoming encounter. Raising her hand, she watched it tremble before her and then clamped it shut intently, holding a fist for a moment before she turned and looked at the minibar; it was certainly something that would help her.

A couple of minutes later she was sat by the mirror working on her make-up, a glass of scotch beside her. She'd already drunk half of it in the first couple of gulps and now intended to sip the rest of it as she got ready. In fact she finished it before her make-up, deciding to match up with a deep red lipstick and dark, foxy eyes using dark liner and mascara. Looking at herself in the mirror, she took a breath and got up, ready for him now, though another drink would help her. She poured just that after pushing her feet into her black high-heels, and after another tasty mouthful of it decided to tease him a little, even though he wasn't due for over an hour. Getting her phone from the table, she flicked to the camera and then pointed it down at her leg; pushing it onto her toes with a bend of her knee, she grabbed a handful of her red dress and pulled the skirt so the split pulled open to reveal her sexy black garter and stocking, stretched slightly where the clip held it up. She made sure to pull her hand into her crotch as she did it and checked she'd caught everything in shot before taking the teasing snap. Attaching it to a message, she added "Waiting for you..." as a note before sending it quickly to him, lest she lose her nerve.

Her phone buzzed a moment later; she picked it up quickly to see what he'd replied with. She never normally sent any such pictures, not least because she was a celebrity, it just wasn't her style.

"Good." was all it said. Christina looked at it a little perplexed, expecting more of a response from him. What she definitely wasn't expecting was the knock at the door, jolting her from her concentration on the phone. She looked round quickly at the clock, then to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, heart already starting to race.

"Were you expecting somebody else this evening?" he replied after a pause. His distinctive tone was there even though it was through the door. Her heart surged again and she panicked momentarily, quickly taking another big mouthful of her scotch, swallowing as she stood from the bed.

"No, no. Hold on," she managed, giving a cough at the sudden burn of the alcohol on her throat, putting the glass down on the table and sweeping her suitcase off the bed, bundling her stuff into it, including her phone, and shoving it out the way in the bottom of the wardrobe. She stood up and quickly checked herself, smoothing her dress and glancing to make sure her make-up was all good before stepping to the door, taking a deep breath to calm herself as she did, not wanting to appear flustered to him, needing to stay cool. Stepping over to the door, Christina turned the lock and then opened it, swinging it back to lean on the side of it; despite her nerves she immediately turned on the charm, making sure to push her chest up and look foxily at him with an enticing smile. He was stood before her in a sharp suit with no tie, waiting for her.

"Hi," she said, heart pumping.

"Good evening, Miss Hendricks," he said, addressing her so properly in such a situation. He was playing with her though, she could tell by his slight smile and general tone. She knew he was going to play her all night, the way he had in their first encounter, and that both frustrated and excited her.

"Come in," she almost purred, stepping back and holding the door open to invite him in.

"With pleasure," he said, entering the room and looking around at her fancy digs for the night. She locked the door behind him and turned to lean against it, watching him gazing around the room, moving a little closer to the tall windows to look out at the now darkened city. She just watched him, totally ignoring her; she was quite affronted as he hadn't even looked down her dress when he arrived.

"This is a nice room," he said, turning back to her and casting an eye over the huge bed.

"Yes, it's good for...entertaining," she said, looking at him with eyes of intent.

"You here for long?" he asked, spying her glass of scotch on the table.

"Just a couple of days," she replied as he stepped over and picked it up.

"Best make them count then," he said, approaching her, close enough for her to smell his aftershave, breathing in deeply and looking up at him with wide eyes as he stood over her, forgetting how much taller than her he was. They were close, but he didn't touch her, instead raising the glass to her and pressing it against her lower lip. The deep red lipstick stained the rim of it before he started to slowly tip it up, where she reached up and took hold of the glass, knowing it would only end up spilling down her dress otherwise. He smiled and turned away from her to the minibar, slipping his jacket off before leaning down to get a scotch of his own and then throwing the jacket over a chair. It was the last one in the little fridge, which he poured into a handy glass and took a smooth sip of, looking back at the buxom redhead waiting for him, sipping her own drink. There was a tense moment of silence between them, eyes locked together; despite her character, Christina was waiting for him to come and get her, not wanting to make the first move.

"Are you ready for this, Christina?" he said, addressing her deliberately again, as he had during their initial phone call. She paused mid-sip, holding his gaze and lowering the glass a little, then tipped her head back to drain it. She swallowed and shivered slightly at the burn, the stood the glass down firmly on the table again and opened her eyes to looking piercingly at him.

"Yes," she replied clearly, firmly. Submission it may be, but it was her submission.

"Excellent," he said with a smile, taking another sip of the single malt as he eyed her, making her wait. After another pause, he lowered his glass.

"Lift your skirt up," he said smoothly, catching her off guard. She was expecting him to simply come and take what he wanted, what she wanted.

"What?" she asked, a little unsure at where he was going with it, and wanting it to be less...sordid.

"Lift your skirt up," he repeated, and again she hesitated, staring at him.

"Don't make me ask a third time," he said with a tone of authority, the same one that had helped get him into her pants in the first place.

"Ok," she breathed, internally chastising herself for speaking at rather than just acting as her hand pulled across to take hold of the loose hem of her dress. She kicked herself into action, taking a breath and grasping the silky fabric firmly, lifting her skirt up positively and making it clear she was doing as she was told. He completely had her, she knew it even if she didn't quite intend to admit it to him, so raised the hem up to her chest, making sure she lifted it high enough to completely expose whatever it was he wanted to look at. What he wanted was to see the sexy underwear she'd teased him with, and the sweet, smooth bulge of her pussy in her panties. The charcoal grey satin hugged every intimate curve of her perfectly, waiting to be unwrapped, stroked and plundered. His cock stirred as he contemplated squeezing himself into her curvy body, holding onto her and taking her. His eyes scanned up and down her, taking in her sexy black nylons, the wide garters and matching panties over the top wrapping around her hips beneath the vibrant red dress.

"Very nice, that lingerie is delicious," he said, eyeing it carefully and then looking up into her eyes.

"Thanks, I wore it for you," she said softly with a smile, glad he loved it as much as she liked wearing it.

"Looks as enticing as last time. Only this time, your panties will be coming off," he said with a smile, raising his glass to drink the last of his scotch. Christina lowered her skirt slowly, looking at him as the pause gave her the answer to what she thought had been clearly implied. Both her hands slid underneath her dress, up over her stockings to the waistband of her underwear, thumbs hooking into the waistband.

"Wait," he said, stalling her and making her look back up into his eyes, already starting to slip them down.

"I didn't mean just now," he said, standing his glass aside before his hands reached for his shirt in an infuriatingly casual manner. Christina felt a hot burst of embarrassment at being so forward, as if she was just going to give it up to him but swiftly decided to stop being quite so submissive and easy with him, intending to make him work for her pussy. As she watched him, his fingers worked swiftly to unbutton his shirt, which he shrugged off coolly and threw onto his jacket over the chair.

"I wasn't going to," she replied as he looked at her once more, putting on a devilish smile as she just slowly let him watch her hands push her panties down a little bit further and then slip out from under her red silk dress. She let her fingers catch the front and flicked it up again, giving a flash of the charcoal satin tantalisingly low on her hips, bridging across just above the sweet curve of her treasures, begging to be removed.

"If you want these panties off you have to take them off yourself," she purred, stepping forward on her high heels towards him.

"That is an invitation I won't refuse," he said, standing up fully to meet her as she got to him, he hands immediately reaching out to take in her hips. She looked down to his grasp on her, watching as his fingers gathered up her dress to reveal her stockings and suspenders.

"If I let you take them off that is," she said coyly, looking back up to him from her sideways glance down her body.

"You will," he said with that same authoritative tone.

"You still have to earn it," she breathed, letting her tongue flick out a little as she smiled, turning into the tease.

"Don't you want it?" he questioned, turning the tables on her again.

"I do, but you still have to come and get it, make me want it," she purred, even as she felt her pussy leak slightly into those very panties.

"Oh I'll come and get it," he said, letting go of her dress, "when I want it."

His hand slid up her back, over her bare shoulders to stroke across the back of her neck. She practically melted at it, eyes closing as she shivered in pleasure, nipples immediately stiffening in her already bubbling arousal. His other hand slipped up over the cocktail dress to her huge chest, squeezing at her breast firmly as he leaned down to kiss her. She slipped her hand up and pressed her finger to his lips, as she had previously.

"Nuh uh, you don't get to kiss me, remember?" she whispered with a smile. He responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back with a gasp from her as his other hand grabbed her wrist to get her hand effortlessly out the way.

"Shut up, Christina. You're mine tonight," he whispered, looking into her eyes before leaning down once more to kiss her. She didn't resist this time, opening her mouth and extending her tongue slightly ready for him. He didn't disappoint her, his tongue slipping sensually over her, delving deeply into her mouth as his lips pressed to hers. It wasn't aggressive or over active, it was soft, loving, indulgent. He took his time in kissing her, an intimate first kiss between them, the kind which anyone would hope for. Their kiss became more hungry and passionate, tongues attacking one another's as his hand gave a harder squeeze to her chest and then slid down onto her ass, allowing them to press closer together. She could feel his stiffening cock through his trousers, pressing against her, wanting her, ready to be inside her as his hand took a good grope of her ass through the dress. Their kissing continued, both of them battling for control even as his hand continued to pull at her soft red hair, his hand pushing down onto the back of her thighs to feel the silky nylon of her stockings, then follow the garters back up underneath her skirt to her ass and the smooth, satin feel of the grey panties, all that stood between him and her sweet pussy.

Their kiss was disturbed by her giving a restrained, stuttering gasp as his fingers probed between her legs, managing to reach her clit and draw back to stroke along the length of her hot, swollen lips onto her ass, revealing just how turned on she was for him.

"I don't need to come and get it, it's ready and waiting for me," he murmured as they continued to make out.

"Doesn't mean I'll give it to you that easily," she managed, even as she pushed her ass back into his squeezing hand.

"Yes it does," he said with a smile, supremely confident as he tugged her head back, eliciting another gasp from her as he exposed her neck. She gave gasping moans of pleasure as he immediately began to kiss and bite lightly at the pale skin of her neck, hooking the thumb of his other hand into the back of her panties to pull them down just a little bit more as his fingers reached between her legs again, making her instinctively squeeze her thighs together and then spread them more for him to give access, and a clear green light for him to fuck her brains out.

"Ohh fuck," she breathed as his fingertips expertly located her clit, right on target as he started to briskly circle in a way that immediately weakened her knees, and resolve.

"Take your dress off," he whispered, pulling away from her slightly before delivering a few more nibbles and licks to her soft neck. Without a moment's hesitation her hands slipped from his shoulders, sliding over the red silk at her hips to reach round her back to find the zip, reaching up to take hold of it as he continued to softly kiss and tease at her neck. It made her tingle deeply through her body, directly to her clit where he was still stimulating her as trembling fingers drew the zip down, releasing her curvy body from the tight dress. She pulled her arms together in front of her to shrug it from her pale shoulders, then tipped her head back as it got to her chest, slipping over her phenomenal rack to reveal them nestled in the matching bra, his hand sliding reluctantly from under her skirt to let it drop down her body and off her hips to pool at her feet, revealing her incredible chest as she leant back, above the taper of her waist and curvy hips, the sexy lingerie decorating her perfectly.

He looked down at her breasts now, pushed up gorgeously in the grey satin, making her groan as his fingers raked through her hair and down her shoulders so he could lean down to press his face into her rack, kissing and tonguing across her soft, pale skin. At the same time his other hand resumed what it had been doing, only more directly now as he slid it down between them to press it against the front of her panties, grinding at her clit in a way that made her shudder intently and groan her pleasure. Christina just stood helplessly for a moment in the pool of her dress, letting him have at her body and drive her wild, so wet and ready for him and his big cock now. Wanting that, her hand fumbled to the front of his trousers, easily locating his rock hard erection through them, all nine inches ready and waiting for her. He murmured with pleasure as she groped and stroked at him, grabbing at the thickness of his shaft to help her remember just how big he really was. Her hand slid along it and she curled her fingertips around the tip, wanting to feel the thick ring she knew he had pierced through it, knowing very shortly she would be finding out how it felt to have that inside her, sliding through her juicy pussy and velvet walls to stretch her out.

She pulled at his belt and quickly undid it as his thumb threatened to delve into her now low-slung underwear, not that she would have cared if he did. Effortlessly freeing his trousers, she reached in for his cock, dispatching his shorts quite aggressively to release him and letting them fall to the floor.

"Oh yeah, that's it," she breathed, wrapping both her hands around his impressive manhood and starting to stroke more vigorously, feeling the smooth heat of him in her grasp, how he responded and jumped at her touch, pushing into her grip as she worked briskly along his length. She left one hand stroking along him in her well practiced method as her other one sought his head, letting the bulbous tip pull through her hand and then squeezing at it before seeking out the thick ring, hooking a finger into it as she had previously and pulling at it slightly. When he didn't protest at all she got more bold, twisting and pulling at it harder, only encouraging him in her hands. She wasn't surprised he liked it, after all why get it otherwise. She didn't know how it would feel inside her, a whole new experience, but she wanted to find out, though she knew he would help her with that. At that moment his hand dived over her silky garter belt into the front of her panties, straight to her clit to rapidly press two fingers between her bulging labia and directly assault her, making her shudder and grunt at the overwhelming intensity of it.