#smutcation

You and Chris arrived ahead of the leaders by a day and a half. You wanted to scope the place out. You gasped as you pulled up.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

Chris was marveling as well.  It was evening, and the place was lit up. It was all stone, almost as if a giant’s child had made a castle out of rocks.  

You entered the lobby and it was huge, like a mountain lodge on steroids. There was a huge fireplace that was taller than Chris and at least 15 feet long. There were also dueling pianos at the lobby bar.

You walked through the lobby to the back and saw the view.  It was breathtaking.  Chris watched you watch the evening sky.  Beautiful. 

In the three months you’d worked with him, he’d fallen head over heels with your intelligence and skill.  This summit would give A Starting Point a chance to present yet another perspective.  

Chris hoped this trip would give you another perspective on him.

After you checked in, you sent your luggage up to your rooms and went to the Sunset Terrace restaurant to grab a bite to eat. It was gorgeous, and you were seated near the ledge, with that beautiful view of the sky. 

The food and wine were amazing and the conversation was always A-1 with Chris. Although you couldn’t mistake his loud laugh, no one bothered him for autographs. This was that kind of swank. 

On the way to your rooms, you were pointed to an old-time, attendant operated elevator, it’s shaft carved into the giant fireplace.  It was small, so with three of you in the elevator, you had to stand close to Chris.  You were uncomfortable; Chris was in heaven.

“Hello. I’m Gladys.  You two here for a special occasion?  Honeymoon, anniversary?” You could tell that Gladys was a spunky little lady.

Chris just chuckled as you corrected her.  

“Oh no, we’re colleagues.  Or this is my boss rather…”

Chris interrupted you.  “Colleagues is correct.”

“This is a business trip.”

Gladys wasn’t going.  “Shame. You two make a cute couple.”

“Oh?”  

Chris was about to engage more as the elevator reached the 6th, and top floor of the historic part of the hotel. You walked out before he could continue.  Chris was never inappropriate, but you felt his vibe at times. 

“Have a nice night!”

“Thank you Gladys!”  You waved as you looked for your room, leaving Chris to tip her.  You needed to relax.

You walked to your room, 645, which was next door to Chris in 647.  Chris looked over at you as you opened your doors, not wanting to end the night with you.

“Let’s meet for breakfast in the morning, Blue Ridge? In the new wing.  We could finalize plans for the summit.”

“Sure Boss.  Of course.”  Chris shook his head at you. “We’re colleagues.  You don’t have to call me Boss.”

You winked at him. “I know, Boss,” then you disappeared into your room. Chris was left feeling 14 years old again.

It was almost 10, but you were pleasantly surprised at your room. It was right at 100 years old, and the room was decorated in appropriate Art Deco furniture and hardwood floors.

There was a big king size bed and in the bathroom a huge claw foot tub.  On the dresser, you were further pleased to find a bottle of wine and some chocolates, with a note from the staff. 

It’s the little things.  

You went to the window and was surprised that you could open it, leaning out as far as you could, looking out over the courtyard, Sunset Terrace, and the fountain.  You looked all around, and when you looked to your left, you saw Chris doing the same. You laughed.

“Well hello. You like your room?”

Chris grinned back at you.  “It’s cool. Very nice.”

“Well, sleep tight Chris.”

“Yeah. Sweet dreams.”  Chris wanted to tell you to dream of him, but, nah.

You left the window open and closed the screen as you took a quick shower and put on your pjs: a tank top and booty shorts.  You pineappled your hair and got in bed with the bottle of wine and chocolates, and posted up on your phone.

There was a message from Chris.

Why don’t we walk together to breakfast.  And we didn’t say what time. What about 8:30?

You groaned, but he was the Boss.

That’s cool. See you then.

Chris didn’t respond. You figured the interaction was over.

“You in bed?”

It popped up 10 minutes later.  He must have been in the shower.  The image of Chris all wet did things to you, but you would never let him know that.

Lol, yes.  I’m going to town on these chocolates. And the wine.

I KNOW? They are delicious.  There are some I don’t like though.

EXACTLY.  There is such a thing as too much chocolate.

Chris groaned when he read that.

I know no such thing.

You laughed at him.

I mean chocolate chocolate.  It’s too rich.  I’ll take a bite, but give me white chocolate all day.

Chris read one that twice.

Oh?

You saw his response and shook your head. Men. 

You stuck your tongue out and snapped a pic.  You sent it to him.  The wine had you loose and you were tired.  Inhibitions were coming off.

Chris looked at you with your hair tied up and glasses on, and thought you looked adorable. He responded in kind.

When you saw the pic Chris sent back, the main things you noticed was his thick tongue sticking out of his mouth and the fact that he didn’t have a shirt on.

Holy shit. You fought to not stick your hands down your panties. It would not do to get off to your Boss in the next room.

You didn’t, you couldn’t respond appropriately.  So after a few minutes, Chris double texted.

Wanna trade?

Your thoughts were scattered, so you had no clue what he was talking about.

Hunh?  Was that meant for me? 

LOL, yes! I want your chocolate cream center.  Do you want my white chocolate bar?

You stared at that one for a long time.

He sent another pic, and you were almost afraid to open it.

Chris was holding up the thin piece of white chocolate in his thick fingers.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” you exclaimed out loud, laughing to yourself.

Sure!

You responded and got ready to go to the door of your room.  You heard a banging on the wooden door by your dresser.

“Open up!”

Chris' voice was muffled through the heavy wood. You laughed, startled.

You hadn’t noticed, but your room was a connector, you unlocked the door, and there stood Chris on the other side, now clad in a t-shirt and grey sweats that hung low on his hips. His tattoos peeked out on either side of his St. Christopher medal.  You imagined that swinging in your face as he...Shit. Life wasn’t fair.

“Nice…”  

Chris smiled at what he thought was a compliment. His face fell when you looked beyond him. 

“Your room is bigger than mine…” 

You looked back at him, hoping you played your thirst off well.

“Yeah, mine is....Big.”  

You didn’t rise to the bait and instead just stood there.  Chris had to keep his eyes from sweeping up and down your form.

His voice was deeper than at dinner.

“Well, are you going to give it to me?”

You gaped at him and then remembered.  You turned and went back to the bedside table to get your box of chocolates.  Chris got an eyeful then and had to say a quick prayer to not get a full on woodie at the sight of your body.

You approached him and held out your box to him. You giggled at the thought.

Chris looked up at you with those pretty blue eyes and picked out the chocolate cream.

“What?”

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he put the candy in his mouth and slowly withdrew his fingers.  You were mesmerized.

“Nothing.” 

You shook your head, and then suddenly patted your head.  You must have looked a mess.

“You look amazing.” Chris read your mind, and your face.  In fact, he had never wanted you more. You were so relaxed.

What Chris had planned to say was, “Do you want me to feed you my white chocolate?” But he just held out his candy to you.  “Take it.”

The crack in his voice got you, and you gingerly picked the candy.  He leaned in the doorway and watched you slowly suck the rectangular piece of chocolate and it was so much better than he imagined.

“Is it good?”

You nodded. “Yes.” 

Chris had to cough to cover a moan. Then he looked around.

Chris’s eyes were searching for something and he lighted on the bottle of wine next to your bed.

“Come have a drink with me.”

You turned your head toward your bottle and Chris checked you out, noticing that your nipples were hard. He had to shoot his shot.

You looked back at him. “Okay.” 

That smile got him every time. You grabbed your wine and walked past him into his room.  

“But I’m not using a glass. Straight from the bottle, Boss.”

When your lips wrapped around the neck of that bottle, Chris made a decision.  He followed you into his room.

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Drinking led to talking, led to flirting, led to Chris admitting that he liked you. He didn’t want to lay it all out there in case you rejected him. He needed you to feel the same.

When he told you that, you leaned in for a kiss, making the first move.  Those lips had been torturing you all night.

The kiss led to you on his lap, and you two grinding into each other through your thin night clothes.  Somehow, you wound up on your knees, naked, staring at his magnificent cock.

“I mean, I knew it was big, just…it’s so pretty…”

You tentatively wrapped your hand around it and looked up at him through your lashes. Chris almost lost it. He imagined his cum dripping down your pretty little hand and he had to pray to remain in control.   

“The things you do to me by just touching me, Beautiful. Shit.”

You sat back on your heels, your body glowing in the light from the courtyard. Chris’s windows were open too. Your hair was out and your glasses off.  It was just you in your birthday suit, small hand pumping Chris’s massive cock.  He may have dreamed of this a time or two.

You leaned forward, tentatively licking his angry red leaking head, and reveled in the sound of Chris moaning at the touch of your tongue.

Encouraged, you smiled and opened your mouth, first holding his head in your mouth and thoroughly wetting it, running your tongue along it to get acquainted.

Chris didn’t want to close his eyes and miss a moment of this, but your hot mouth was heaven. He fisted your hair, gently massaging your scalp, wanting to push you down his length.  But he didn’t, wanting you to feel in control. 

Your moan as you tried to take him all almost took him out.  He felt the vibrations up his spine. Chris flexed his hips up toward your mouth as he imagined cumming down your throat.

You let the spit fall down his shaft as you released him.  You laughed happily as you stroked him.  

“So fucking big. Choke me with it.”  

“Gotdamn.”  This time Chris moved your head down his dick until he was lodged in your throat.  He held you there a minute as you gagged and choked around him.

When he let you up, you smiled again, face ruined. You’d never looked more beautiful. He needed more from you. He let you take control again as you tried to deep throat him on your own.  He watched, transfixed.

“It is big. I bet I’d break your little pussy.”

At that you pulled your mouth off him with a pop.

“Bet not. Boss.” 

You swallowed his dick again, squeezing your throat like a pro. Chris gripped the arms of the chair as his head lolled back and his pelvis bucked up almost involuntarily. What were you doing to him? 

“How do you want it? You wanna make love? Or you wanna fuck? You want it fast or slow? Want protection or do you wanna feel me raw inside you?”

Your eyes met his when he said that. At that moment he knew that you wanted the same things he did.

“I mean, we could do it all,”  you stopped sucking and were just jacking him off, staring at him, hypnotized, as he reached out and thumbed your nipple tenderly, then roughly flicked it. He guessed correctly that you were dripping for him.

Chris looked wrecked and so fucking sexy. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear.

“I could put it in, just the tip, just for a minute and then I’ll take it out and put on a condom. I have to feel you…”  He was so gone.

“Protection is the smart thing to do… right?”

Chris kissed you and your mind was scattered. He stood you up through the kiss, the palm of his hand supporting your chin as his mouth dominated yours.

His other hand was in your leaking folds and your reason was out of the open window. One, then two fingers pumped in and out of you and judging from what was in your hand, he could add one more and still not match his girth.

You wanted what was in your hand. 

Chris reached for his bag for a condom, and you brought his hand back. 

“I do want to feel you. Just for a minute.”

Chris started to smile, caressing your face and nodding. 

“I promise I’ll pull out.”

Anything to be inside you. He hiked your leg up and wrapped it around him as he started swiping his tip along your folds, teasing you with his fat head. You wanted him to ruin you with it.

“Please Chris..” You were panting now. 

“I got you…” 

Chris walked you back to the bed and lay you down, pushing your knees apart with his hands. You pussy lips were glistening. He leaned down and had a taste.

“Shit, baby. I think I need you to come on my face first. So delicious.”

“Fuck, Chris.” 

You splayed your legs wide, reached down and started pulling his hair as he ate you out.  You looked down at him and your eyes connected. You leaned up to watch him and then collapsed on the bed at the sight. 

Chris was licking long swaths up your slit with his thick tongue, stopping at your clit to suck.  It started vibrating, and before you knew it, Chris had you cumming harder than you ever had from oral. Chris buried his mouth in you, lapping it up.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up the bed, dick bouncing as he got nearer. He got on his knees between yours and pulled your pelvis up against his and you could feel his heavy balls as he pushed into you tentatively.

The stretch! 

You didn’t think it would be like this. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but not this. You wanted more.

You or your hands on America’s Ass and pushed, urging him to keep going.

“You okay?”

Your fucked out look made him want to take you apart. But he also felt the need to protect you. Damn, you had his heart, but he had to get you sprung first.

“Fuck me Chris… hard.” 

You looked him in the eye as he slid that thick daddy long stroke inside you.

“Fuck!” 

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as he felt your pussy strangle his dick. This is where he belonged. 

“Feels…” he had to shake his head to clear it. He was trying to dickmatize you, but he realized too late that he only succeeded in pussy whipping himself.  

“God you feel so good.” the rumble of his whisper in your ear made your stomach flip and your back ache.

He buried his head in your collarbone as he began to move. The tightness, the glide, the ride. You were all he imagined. And beyond.

You were stunned at the feeling. Chris filled you up like no one else could.

“Fuck… baby. Baby? I want you. I want this pussy to be mine.” 

He stroked until he found that spot that made you light up, and then held you down and made you take it. You didn’t want to respond, but even if you did, you couldn’t.

“I want you to be mine. Do you want to be mine?”

“That’s not fair, Chris…”  You moaned as he swiveled his hips to fuck you even better. 

But the answer was yes. You closed your eyes and bit your lips, remembering that the window was open.

Chris started sucking and kissing down your neck and your collarbone, reaching your breasts and laving your nipples. He suckled them with the perfect pressure to get you to the brink. Your soft moans made him want to fuck you harder. So he did.

“Ok, I guess the condom is irrelevant now, but you probably want me to pull out, hunh.”  His voice in your ear was irresistible.  You didn’t answer.

“I’m gonna just stroke five...no six more times. Then pull out.”  He looked up at your face.

“Count it out.”

“One… two… three… fourfivesix.”  

You couldn’t breathe as you counted because of the anticipation. Your daydream came true as his medal started waving in your face.

You started cumming at four and Chris didn’t pull out, just fucked you through one of the best orgasms in your life.

When you were finished, he pulled out, standing up and panting. His dick was bobbing and weaving as he stood there, chest heaving.

Chris moved for his bag again and you started begging, standing up and stopping him. 

“Please no, just, just pull out and finish that way.  I want to feel you.  Please let me feel you some more Chris.”

Chris grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. He whispered onto your lips. 

“I’m never gonna stop having you this way.”

You knew what was up.

He turned you around and suddenly you were leaning over the windowsill, being fucked to within an inch of your life.  Your eyes were trained on the couple below you who were looking out at the fountain, and praying that they didn’t turn around and look up.

But you didn’t care, because Chris was spearing into you, circling his hips subtly so that he made sure that his huge cock made contact with each and every nerve ending in your pussy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to make a sound. The window was open and the room was just a few yards away from these people who would be so shocked to know what you were doing.

That knowledge made you even wetter and clench around Chris’s dick. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“Fuck, baby. So fucking wet and tight for me. You gonna scream for me? Hunh? Gonna let me hear you?”

You clamped your lips shut and shook your head. Chris chuckled into your ear to hear the squeak in your throat from trying to be quiet. It turned him on even more. 

He dipped his hips to fuck up into you more. He didn’t want to be caught, but trying to make you scream was getting him even harder. He wanted to hear what he was doing to you.

You moved your head down to press upon the vintage wood of the window sill and you started whispering.

“Fuck, Chris… damn, shit that feels too good.”

Your breathy whisper made Chris’s dick swell and pulse inside you. Your oh so quiet noises and the squelch of your wetness as he slapped into you made him want to bust.

“Do you want me to cum inside you? You already begged to feel me. You really want me to pull out?”

You bit your lips and moaned a little at the thought, trying to hold on to the last bits of sensibility in your head. What you were thinking didn’t make sense.

Chris started grunting quietly, sneaking a peak at the people on the terrace but then back down to where your pussy was swallowing his dick when he thrust inside you and stretching to hold him in when he pulled back.

“Fuck! This shit looks so good.”

He looked down again and grunted, a little louder now.

“I could pull out and come on your back? Better yet, your ass….” 

Chris knew damn well he wasn't leaving this pussy before emptying his full load inside you. He just needed you to say it.

“Chris…”

“Wouldn't want to get caught up and cum inside you, now would we?”

“Mmmmmmm fuck!”

“I mean, you might get…” Chris started fucking you harder and faster now,  speeding up towards his goal.

“I…fuck… Chris..” Your whisper was urgent.

He smacked your ass hard, and you looked up at the couple. They didn’t act as if they heard anything.

“Don’t worry about them. Worry about if you’re gonna be addicted to my cock when I’m done with you. What are you going to do then?”

“Ohhhhhh, Shit Chris!”  You started quivering which made him close.

“Fucking hell, are you you trying to make me a daddy?”

“Oh God Chris!”

“Want me to fuck my baby into you?”

Your legs started shaking. 

“Goddamn it. If you’re gonna be mine I’d keep you pregnant and happy. Do you want that?”

Something was beginning to snap inside you.

He grabbed you by the throat and started fucking up into you, the moonlight just a few feet from revealing Chris Evans having his way with you.

His mouth was at your ear now, once hand on your hip to hold you down and one still on your throat. He continued to stuff his fat cock into your tight hole again and again.

“Last chance to choose. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Pull. Out?” His deep velvet whisper was everything. Him punctuating each word with a thrust would be your undoing.

You arched your back and grabbed a handful of his silky hair, pulling hard. You threw your ass back on him.

“Come inside me. Daddy.”

“Fuck yes!”  

Chris slung you into the leather lounge chair and pushed your face into the cushion.

He held your shoulders down as he pounded into you.

You grabbed the cushion and screamed into it, trying to muffle the sound. Chris’s hips snapped into you, punishing your swollen pussy with pleasure.  He marveled as you felt designed for him.

“I will never, ever, ever, ever, use a condom when I’m in this. This is mine.” He whispered, voice forceful, even at such a low volume.

“Is it mine?”  You were drooling into the leather, mind scrambled from what he was doing to you.  Of course it was his. 

He smacked your ass hard.  “I said.  Is. This. Pussy. Mine.” More penis punctuation.

“Yes.”  

Your whisper was soft, so it gave Chris an excuse.  But he heard you, and it made his heart leap. 

“What did you say?”

“Yes, Chris. This pussy is yours. Take it.”

Chris’s rhythm got erratic and sloppy.  You were sloppy, your juices running down your legs.  You were whimpering now, and when you opened your mouth to moan, your throat was sore.

“Oh C-C-Chrisssss.  I’m, I’m….”

“Shit, cum for me baby…”

“I’m cummmmminnnnggg”

“That’s it...ffffuckkkkkk.” 

Chris pumped what felt like gallons of cum into you, and now you were both soaked.

Chris leaned over you, not wanting to leave your warmth, but he slipped out of you to go turn on the shower.

You were trying to stand up and walk gingerly toward the bathroom.  He was right, he had wrecked your pussy.

“Are you alright?”  Chris looked worried.

“No. You broke my box. I hate you.”

Chris’s face fell. You laughed and said, “Look at me.” He turned his pretty blues on you.

“I was joking. I don’t hate you.  In fact....”

Chris couldn’t help but smile, and he kissed you before you finished.

“Me too.”

You two stared at each other a minute until you kissed him and dragged his big ass into the bathroom.  He resisted.  

“That shower is for you, the way these tubs are set up…”

His bathroom was fitted with an awkward shower situation to accommodate the vintage tub.  

You shrugged and got in, and started washing yourself.  Chris watched you through the clear glass and started to get hard again.  When he started stroking himself, you did the same. He got mad.

Soon, Chris was fucking up into you again in the shower. 

“Now when it comes to this pussy. I am the Boss.”

“Yes. Sir.” 

You whimpered, totally satisfied to follow orders. 

For now.

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