This is the fifth story of the naughty goings on of these artists and is standalone. This studio has seen lots of wild sex from its various tenants. This is a fun, sexy hot story of a strawberry blonde college girl, that is a self-professed slut. She finds the perfect black man to sculpt, but the hottest part is…. Oh, you’ll find out!
If oral, ffm, and hot sex burn your retinas, do not read, the rest of you are good to go. As always, emails welcome and I love comments; criticisms welcome if you write equal or better than me and volunteer to edit. xo
The Secret Life of Artists Ch. 05
What Beverly lacked in talent, she made up for in enthusiasm. Bev was my only college student in this class, and she was met with either amusement or annoyance from the others. From the men, amusement, more so to hide their lecherous interest in the curvaceous blonde.
Her bubbly flirty personality was aggravating to the women. Her hourglass figure and sexy style of this darling did not help. Add to that, Bev had one of the more abundant set of breasts that I am sure most of them have ever seen.
Her choice of plunging necklines to show off her milky skin melons made the men want to dive face first in that impressive cleavage. The women wanted to throw a blanket over her. I wanted to paint her.
She was one of my most prolific weavers but lacked the more technical aspects. Fortunately, she began taking sculpture courses at college and found she had an aptitude for clay.
She lingered after today’s class and asked if I would rent part of the studio out to her for sculpture. She wanted to use models that college would not allow. My studio was large enough, and Cassie had long ago installed movable panels and walls that were easily closed off.
“Thank you! Thank you!” She jumped up and down in delight, tits bouncing, then pushing into mine in a hug. “Ooooo,” she giggled when we were nipple to nipple. Noticeable even through our clothes.
“You win!” I said laughing because she was easily double my C cup. She was in no hurry to let go of me and I thought it was a suitable time to ask her about modeling for me. “I’d love to paint you, Bev. Nude if you’re comfortable with that.”
“Oh my god yes! Name the time and I’ll be ready.”
“Okay, probably after my next weaving class. Feel free to move into your studio when you want. I’ll move the walls… Oh, do you want to have a wall of windows, or have the area in the back?” She indicated she preferred the back and practically skipped out the door.
BEVERLY
Three of my college friends helped me move the clay and sculpting pedestals into my new studio. The guys were impressed and offered to pose, naked of course.
I laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll keep you guys in mind! Thank you so much for helping me today,” I said, hugging each one and locking the door behind them.
Shania set up my studio wonderfully with two chairs and a small table. I could use the mattress platform just by moving a wall. I had access to all the furniture and accoutrements the artists and photographers used before me.
I got a block of clay out and began working it to ready for sculpting. I had plans for this studio. Big plans. And I had already put them into action.
I cleaned up, relaxed in my new chair in my new space, and read emails. I yelped and fist pumped when I saw fifty plus emails already.
“Oh wow, I have that many pictures of dicks already,” I murmured to myself and began scrolling through. Long ones, thick ones, short ones, veiny ones, black ones, white ones, circumcised ones, uncircumcised ones. All cocks were represented.
I was looking for the perfect dick and balls to sculpt and began filtering through. Most went in the recycle bin, the rest I starred to put aside as maybes until I got more to choose from.
Just looking at all those cocks got my pussy wet and my nipples hard. I have been accused of being a slut, but I did not see that as a negative. I love men. I love sex. Fuck those vestals, I thought.
And the wet panties I got from mashing my tits with Shania’s made me even wonder about women now.
This was all making me horny so I slid my shorts and black lace panties off and began caressing my smooth shaved pussy. I loved when my lips were swollen and sensitive and tingled to my touch.
After licking my juices from my fingers I began running them through my wet slit, and teasing my clit. I slid my other hand into my black lace bra and began pinching my large shell pink nipples.
I closed my eyes, tipped my head back with one leg over the arm of the chair. I fantasized the owner of one of those cocks walked in to catch me, spread wide, my pink pussy glistening, my fingers strumming my clit. Hearing my soft moans, he would drop to his knees in front of me.
I would moan again when his breath washed over my cunt, the tip of his tongue softly swishing over my clit. I tried to grab his head and pull his face into my wet pussy, but he remained in control.
He ignored my whimpers and slowly, oh so slowly aroused me. He pushed my shirt up and I pulled it over my head and reached behind me to unleash my tits into his waiting hands.
He moaned and vibrated against my cunt when he squeezed and kneaded. My natural DD were more than a handful for him, but he knew what to do. He pinched and pulled my light pink nipples until they were long bullets. His tongue on my clit and nipple twisting made me cum and I flooded his mouth and face with my juices.
I licked my fingers gasping from the hard orgasm from my fantasy. Happy that I told Shania that I did not want windows in my part of the studio.
I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I would be perceived as a typical college student. My natural strawberry blonde hair was long, the waves long enough to curl over my nipples. I had full pink lips and ice blue eyes. I only wore mascara because my eyelashes were blonde, and lipstick at times.
I had rounded hips and plump ass, which balances out my ample breasts. My mama and sister were built the same. So much so we have always worn each other’s clothes.
I ran my hands over my skin, soft smooth and angelic white, not marred by tan lines, freckles, or some other things to mar my alabaster skin.
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Three days later I had the list of guys scheduled to meet in my studio so I could see their cocks in person. They began arriving at eleven o’clock and done by four, and I did not find one cock that had the right characteristics to sculpt. I was discouraged, to say the least.
Normally I would be horny after all those cocks but being disheartened by it all, I just grabbed my bag and left. On the way out I found a note that Shania left on my door saying Curtis knew someone that may be just what I was looking for. I rang him up immediately and he agreed to come to the studio the next day.
Luckily, I had no classes at all so I went to the studio early to prepare, hoping this guy would work out and I could start on my sculpture. The block of clay was sized, covered with plastic and all my sculpting tools were out and ready.
Al arrived right on time.
“Hi, come on in,” I said, opening the door to a huge black man, obviously a player friend of Curtis because he was every bit as broad shouldered and muscled.
He nodded and looked around seeing all the looms in various states of progress. “What did you need me for again?”
I led him into my studio and closed the door. I waved a hand towards the pedestal with clay and tools and began to explain, but he interrupted me.
“How old are you anyway? Sixteen?” His massive presence was unnerving.
“No! I’m twenty-two. I’m a college student.”
“You don’t look twenty-two,” he sniffed. “Curtis said you want to sculpt me. Is that right?” I nodded. “I should charge you for that.” My heart sank. I could barely afford supplies. “But I won’t.”
“Thanks,” I muttered sarcastically going over to uncover my clay. It was already a rectangle on end, I just had to start blocking it in once I studied his cock. “Just take your pants off, sit there in any position that’s comfortable.”
I clipped my long hair up and gathered my tools. When I looked up, he was completely naked and arrogantly sprawled on the chair.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” He looked at me through half mast eyes that raked and heated my body. His body hair was sparse, his nipples were tiny and black, and his abs rippled down his chest and stomach. His skin was cocoa and lustrous. He was a perfect specimen of a male.
His dick was huge. The biggest I have ever seen and was perfect for sculpting. Two large balls nestled in their sack behind his long thick shaft. And he was not even erect.
“It is, yes, but you need to be hard.”
“How the hell are you going to sculpt me out of that little rectangle,” his brow furrowed. His face was devoid of a beard or mustache, his hair was clipped close, which gave him an almost boyish look, especially when you got the flash of dimples when he smiled. Which so far, didn’t seem to be often.
“I’m not sculpting your body, just your cock. And balls.”
“Not my body?” I shook my head. “Not my face? Just my dick?” he said, looking incredulous.
“Right!”
“And I have to be hard.”
“Of course.”
“How do you expect I do that, and how many hours will this take anyways,” he said in one breath.
“At least a couple of days. I’m just a student so not fast.”
“Days?!”
“Yes days,” I answered, waiting impatiently with sculpting tool in hand so I could block out the clay in the general size and shape.
He narrowed his eyes. “You got a big set of tits there. Take your top off. That’ll help keep me hard.”
His eyes widened when I immediately pulled my t-shirt over my head to reveal a red lace demi bra, which was merely a shelf for my hefty tits. My nipples were barely covered. Plump smooth white mountains supported by the crimson red lace.
“Okay, can we start now?” I said, after watching his cock swell to attention. He looked at me and lazily stroked his hardening cock.
“Oh yeahhhh,” he moaned. “You got some hellacious titties. I wonder if they’re as soft as they look.”
I frowned and began to sculpt.
“I’m thinking about my cock sliding through that delicious cleavage.” I focused and vaguely heard him while I gouged out portions of the soft clay.
“My black cock in those white titties. Oh baby.” I saw his cock twitch.
“Your nipples are pink like cotton candy through that naughty red lace. “You looked like temptation on legs the first second I saw you but you still don’t look that old.”
I stifled a smile. I was beginning to see my sculpture take shape, so his words were erotic background music for me, arousing for him. My panties were wet, and I began to form the clay as though I were touching his cock. I began to block in the big helmet tip.
“Your nipples are hard. I can see them poking through the lace. I wonder if they’ll taste as sweet as cotton candy when I get my mouth on them?”
“Is your pussy going to be as sweet? I bet you’re shaved soft and smooth. Fat white pussy lips wet with your juices… Mmm mm.”
My pussy tingled at his words, but I continued to work without comment. I would guess Al to be ten years older than me with a world of experience. I knew his talk is just to see how much I can take before I squirm. A lot. So, he will be working on that for awhile while he keeps his cock hard and be sculpting. Whatever works.
“Mmm mm, I’d love to get my hands on those hips and ass. You got something to hold on to, baby. Just like big Al likes.”
I slowly bent over to pick up a sculpting tool that I had accidently dropped. My heavy tits hung and swayed and, threatened to spill out. I heard his low growl when I stood up and they settled back into place again.
“You’re a tease, aren’t you? I bet you love to get cocks hard. You probably have all the guys on campus following you with tongues hanging out and boners sticking out their pants for you.”
He lazily stroked his cock again. The cocoa dark head was shiny with precum. I wondered how long he was going to last today and kept working because I wanted to get to a certain point before he left.
“I never get any complaints,” I murmured, happy to be finally getting the nuances of the thick shaft done.
“I bet you don’t. What guy wouldn’t want to slide their meat into that sweet wet pussy? I know your panties are soaked from looking at my cock. You want some of this don’t you.” He snapped his cock at me a couple of times.
“Okay Al, we’re all done today,” I said, wiping my hands off on a nearby rag. “When can you come next?”
“What?! You’re not going to leave me hanging like this are you? C’mon Beverly. I can’t walk out of here with this big ol’ boner!”
He began stroking the hard shaft and as I cleaned and put my sculpting tools away, I gave him a show. I bent over to retrieve the plastic cover and this time my tits swung out but overloaded the bra, so my titties and nipples were exposed to his lusty eyes.
“Oops,” I whispered. I hefted one breast in my hand and tucked it into the cup and heard his deep vibrating groan. Then I took my time hefting the other into the cup but left that long pink nipple peek out.
“Ohhhhhyeahhhhhhhh baby,” he moaned, his hand speeding up to a blur. Suddenly a white fountain of cum shot out the tip of his cock. White pearls landed on his stomach and chest.
“Nice,” I smiled, tossing him a paper towel.
I had several full days of classes and could not wait to get back to my clay. I was working on another piece for a class project and my instructor commented on how much more focused I was and how well I was doing. It made me so happy she noticed. I easily kept up with my other classes so I could concentrate on art.
Shania and I crossed paths finally.
“How is it working out with, Al?”
“He’s perfect! I haven’t seen Curtis but thank him for thinking of me. I want you to see the sculpture when it’s done before anyone else does!”
She grinned. “I’m honored! You’re very enthused… I think you’ve found your art niche.”
I nodded. “Yes, I think I have!”
Three days later Al was filling the doorway into my studio having been let in by Shania.
“She said to go on back,” he explained, and I nodded.
“You’re right on time.”
“You’re looking pretty hot,” he said sidling into my space.
I smiled and said, “Take your pants off.”
Being prepared for him today after my first experience gave me the upper hand. I hoped.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded, already out of his clothes and totally naked.
Expecting that, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the chair. I heard his sharp intake when he saw my ample breasts only held by completely sheer cups. The nipples I only teased him with the other day, were visible. The white sheer clung to the roundness like a second skin.
I unwrapped the sculpture from the plastic and slid my tray of tools closer. I looked at him and saw his cock was erect and at attention.
“Ready?” I asked and he nodded languidly, watching me with those sleepy sexy coffee brown eyes.
I admit, normally I would have been on that cock in a fat second. That big black piece of meat brought out my rampant sluttiness and I wanted to fuck it and suck it into my hot wet mouth. After he left I knew I would be so horny from watching him stroke it all afternoon I’d fantasize riding it and would have to cum before I could even leave my studio.
He bounced his balls on the tips of his fingers a few times and said, “Those titties driving me crazy you know.” He softly moaned. “I could suck on those long bullets right through that bra. My teeth would rip a hole right through it.”
My panties dampened from his words and I had to force myself to concentrate.
“I need you to move the chair a little closer. I’m going to start working on some details today.”
He slowly stood up letting his cock swing in front of him while he watched me. His half-lidded gaze was stuck on my tits, and my nipples hardened as his gaze locked on. He came closer and gave his cock some leisurely strokes, before pulling the chair nearer.
“Here?” I nodded.
I began working on the head. He had a thick corona and a deep ridge from the hole to that edge. As I studied it, he milked up a drop of precum. My tongue instinctively flicked across my lips, and I heard his soft moan.
I tore myself away from my sexual thoughts and focused on the art again. I have flitted from art form to art form, never really finding my niche. I knew something was out there that I could enjoy and use my creativity for. When I found clay, I knew I found my love.
“Your panties are wet, aren’t they?”
I ignored him and continued to shape the glans.
“You can ignore me all you want in your mind, but I know your body is reacting. Your nipples are long and hard and begging for my mouth.” He hesitated. “Take your shorts off.”
I continued to work the clay but was expecting this.
“Take. Them. Off.” His tone of voice made me look up. His eyes were hard and invited no debate.
I calmly set my tool down, hooked my fingers in the waistband of my shorts and shimmied them over my hips and down my legs. I bent over, picked them up and tossed them on the chair.
“Oh yeah baby,” he groaned, stroking his cock. The matching sheer panties allowed him to see that I was fully shaved, the thong back showed my curvy ass and hips off.
“Motherfucker,” he growled. “You got me so fucking hard. Mmm baby, that ass.”
He let it drop back on his stomach again where it jerked once and throbbed.
“You like looking at my cock, don’t you?”
“Well yeah.” I stopped and looked at him. “Your cock is formidable. Your body is magnificent. You’re an athlete. You should be photographed nude. Your beautiful cocoa skin buffed to show off your muscularity.”
“But do you want to fuck me like I want to fuck you?”
Having said about all I wanted to say now, I ignored that and went back to work.
“Did your pussy gush when I asked you that… Just thinking about me deep inside that honey drippin’ pussy?”
He chuckled knowingly. I turned to pick up a spray bottle of water.
“Oh baby, that ass… Let me chew on that hot ass for just a minute.” He groaned low and deep. “You ever have anyone take your ass or are you a virgin? I know you couldn’t be a virgin… I know someone got that sweet pussy a long time ago. Not that I blame them. But that ass been tormenting me… It’s all mine. You know I’m gonna own you.”
I stifled a smile. Satisfied I got the glans, I began working on the shaft. It was interesting, mapped with ropy veins from head to balls.
“You can measure it with your mouth if you want. I’ll allow that.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “In fact, I’d love to see those sweet pink lips wrapped around my cock. I bet you know how to make a man explode with that mouth. I bet your talented tongue can make me empty my balls down your throat.”
Still concentrating on the clay, I caught my lower lip with my teeth, and he grunted.
He slumped back in the chair. “I want to get my hands on the sexy fucking ass of yours. Something a man can get ahold of when he’s eating you.”
“Oh yeah, I’d fuck that pussy from behind so I could play with that hot ass.” He milked up another bubble of precum. “That’s for you baby. This cock wants to slide deep into your hot cunt. Make you cum hard. Over and over.”
I squeezed my thighs together.
“I want you to cum on my mouth, Beverly. I want to lick and suck up all your hot juices. Then I’m gonna make you cum on my dick.”
I knew I had another two days of work on this piece, and although my cunt was screaming for that cock, I knew I had to wait. If he still wanted me when I was done with the sculpture, I would be ready for him too. In the meantime, I knew I had to do something because I was afraid, he might not pose for me again.
“Okay Al, we’re done for the day.” I turned to get the plastic to wrap the damp clay in and when I turned, his body was right there, against mine.
“Baby, you can’t leave my like this again,” he whispered seductively.
His hands covered my ass and kneaded. He groaned, then picked me up and ground his cock against my mound. I wrapped my arms around his neck and for the first time we kissed.
It was not nice and innocent. It was a raw, passionate kiss that only demanded the outcome be sex. It was eating at each other’s mouths, sucking tongues, biting lips. He lowered me to my feet, and I took that big fat cock in my hand and squeezed.
“Damn, I been waiting for this. I needed you to touch me so bad. I needed to touch you.” He unclasped my bra and my breasts spilled out against his chest. Like a starving me, he moaned and sucked a pink bullet into his mouth. I held his head against me and moaned.
I began stroking his cock, letting my palm wrap the head when I pulled off the end. He grunted each time. His teeth were biting and pulling at my nipples.
He shoved two fingers into my sopping wet cunt and my muscles clenched as I rode a wave of orgasm. He gently thumbed my clit sending me on another ride.
I stroked his hot shaft faster, flicking the sensitive underside of the head each time. His hips jerked, then rocked and began thrusting his cock through my fist.
His guttural vibrations shot from my nipples directly to my cunt and he exploded in my hand as I drenched his fingers again.
It was fast, hard, dirty, and raw, and I loved it.
“Damn you,” he groaned, holding my head between his hands. “What the fuck are you doing to me. I never lose control.” He wrapped my long blonde hair around his fist and tipped my head back, kissing me again. Just that caused my pussy to tingle.
“I’m going to have you when this is over. I want you under me. I want you riding me. I want your mouth on my cock while I eat your sweet young pussy.”
He gripped my hair tighter and stated, “I’m going to make you mine, Beverly.”
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I was able to work more on the sculpture from memory and got to the point where I only need one more session with him to complete the details. I was so happy with it so far. I shocked myself as to how good it looked. Shania told me that there might be a gallery that shows quite a bit of erotica interested in it. I was thrilled!
The next time he walked in he had no way of knowing that it would be his last time. I unlocked the studio door and he walked into my studio. He presence in there was overwhelming.
“Take your pants off,” I said, knowing he liked to wait for me to tell him. I smiled to myself.
He draped his body body across the chair. “Take your top off.” I pulled my shirt off. I heard his quick intake when he saw my breasts, fully exposed to him. “Oh baby…”
His cock was fully erect and twitching. I smiled and said, “Ready?”
“Fuck yeah. Ready for you my sweet princess.” The words could have been sarcastic, but they flowed out like warm honey. Just like my juices.
I pulled the plastic off the sculpture and pulled my tray of tools near me. He was sitting even closer to me because I had moved his chair since it as at the point of details.
“Beverly, this isn’t hitting on you… but I was wondering if you touched my dick like you did the clay if it would help you to sculpt the details. Just wondering if feeling the veins isn’t better than just seeing them.”
I was shocked that he had put any thought into my process and agreed. I leaned over his lap and lightly trailed my fingertips over the shaft. My tits hung below me, and he cupped them in his hands while I devoured his cock with my fingers. It was an exploration not about sex, but his manipulation of my nipples and tits were distracting.
He sat in an armless chair, and I leaned on his shoulders, and said, “You are a very naughty man.” My lips brushed his and I grabbed his lower lip with my teeth and tugged.
I turned to my sculpture and began carving the clay. I was surprised that he had no snappy comeback. And in fact, he was quiet for some time. He would lazily stroke his cock occasionally while he watched me work.
I stepped back and rotated the pedestal. I had added details to the balls near the base of his cock but left the clay rough at their round fullness. I was more than satisfied with my work and considered it done.
“Take your shorts off,” he commanded.
I watched him as I hooked my fingers on my shorts and pushed them down, revealing my bare pussy. I was nude. Totally exposed to him.
I walked over to the sink to wash my hands of the clay and I felt his heat before I saw him.
He was behind me. He pushed my hair over my shoulder, his hot breath was in my ear as he began kissing the side of my neck.
“Mmmm,” I mewed.
He cupped my breasts while he prodded me with his hot cock. I gasped when he pinched my nipples and pulled them even longer. His cocoa-colored hands on my virginal white tits were intoxicating.
I pushed my ass back into him. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to give it to him. He groaned as he grabbed my ass and kneaded of soft but firm globes.
“This fucking ass has been driving me crazy.” I bent over and pushed back again, reaching between my legs for his cock. “Oh yeah baby… God yeah.”
That big fat head was poised at my entrance, and I pushed back again, taking the head inside. His hands tightened on my tits, allowing me to take him, although I know he wanted to do nothing but shove it in deep.
I watched the shimmering black cock breach my tight cunt. Soft white pussy lips sucked it in deeper and his hands went to my hips.
“Fuck me, Al,” I hissed, and he drove the rest of the way in hard.
We had waiting weeks for this, and it was all pure raw sex. His balls slammed my clit, and my pussy clenched his marauding cock rhythmically. He groaned, then grunted. His cock throbbed hard once and hot seed washed inside me.
I leaned over the sink trying to catch my breath, my pussy gripping his cock until it slipped out.
He turned me around, lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his strong body, my arms around his neck. His eyes locked with mine and he said, “You’re mine now. No more of those fucking panty waist college boys. You have a man now that will take care of you.”
I nodded. “I am yours. And you are mine,” I stated, and he nodded. “No football bimbo sluts.”
He seemed surprised that I said that, then pleased. “No way.”
I had finals and we made plans to meet the following week.
He surprised me when he wanted to take me to dinner because i did not take him for the date type.
The girls at the dorm swooned when Al pulled up in a flashy, low-slung yellow Lamborghini. I had worn a short black suede skirt, knockoff Christian Louboutin stiletto booties, and a black crop cardigan. I had my strawberry blonde hair up in a messy bun with strands floating around my head, and only mascara and a slash of red lipstick.
He further impressed our audience when he leaned over and kissed me before running through the gears to the highway.
“You look really nice, Beverly.” I got the impression he was almost surprised that I could dress to go out. I had assumed someone would recognize him in public and I didn’t want to embarrass him.
“Thank you, you do too,” I said, checking out his snug black slacks and black cashmere crewneck sweater. “We both were in a black mood hmmm.”
He picked my hand up and kissed it. “I’m glad you were in a black mood,” he smiled in the double entendre.
“Your dick had everything to do with that,” I said, giggling. “Could have just as well been a Martian cock.”
He put my hand on his thigh and covered it with his. “You know I’d never have thought I’d go out with a girl as young as you.” He navigated smoothly through the city streets.
“Really. I’d have thought you would have had all kinds of girls crushing on you.”
“Well yeah, we all get that. Doesn’t mean we’re interested in them.
We pulled up in front of a nondescript building, but suddenly a valet appeared. Al tossed him is keys and came around to help me out.
He held my hand and knocked on a door with only a street number, but it immediately swung open, and he pulled me in behind him. Thankfully because it was so dark, my eyes took a moment to adjust.
Finally, I could see, and I looked to my right to see a bank of flaming grills filled with thick steaks and my mouth watered as the smoke stung my nose. A girl with menus led us through the dining room into a corner booth. She smiled, pulled side curtains for privacy, and disappeared.
The booth was U shaped, and Al slid around until we were next to each other. He put his arm around me while we perused the menu, which had no prices. Their specialty was steak, so I went with the crowd and ordered a filet. Our drinks came just as the curtains opened to a stage that I had not noticed.
Al slouched down in the booth; his legs sprawled in his usual position. Suddenly a spotlight went up on the stage highlighting a burlesque dancer.
She was as busty as me, with a similar figure. She was a bit more Rubenesque, but she was a beauty. Her skin was chalk white; her big round smokey eyes mesmerized. I had my hand on Al’s thigh and felt him squirming, so I slid my hand over his hard bulge.
I turned and whispered, “You like her titties, don’t you?”
“Oh yeahhh,” he murmured. Instead of being jealous, I was getting wet watching her and feeling his reaction under my hand. I squeezed lightly and he moaned and kissed my neck. “Do you like it?”
“Yes! I’ve heard of burlesque but never seen it. She’s beautiful.”
“You are too. I’m thinking of you and her together. Naked. Your soft bodies together.” He slipped his hand under my cropped cardigan and scratched my nipple through my bra. “Her tits are like yours baby. Think of how they’d feel against yours. Mmm.”
I have never been with a woman before and honestly never thought of it. I am a self-admitted cockhound. “You’d like to be the creamy chocolate center between us?”
He kneaded and squeezed my tits while we watched her strip. She was slow and erotic and more like seductive slow dance. She pulled off the last vestige of clothing to red tassels from her nipples. The hidden audience applauded loudly, as did we, and she disappeared behind the curtain.
A moment later she was in our booth, drawing the curtain behind her. She easily swung our table away clearing Al’s lap.
“I see your beautiful woman has been keeping you happy,” she cupped her hand over the hard bulge in his slacks.
She had a hard, European accent and low timbre sultry voice.
She looked at me, tipped my chin up with a long red lacquered finger and lightly kissed me. She backed off only and inch, looked at me, and cupped the back of my head while she kissed me again. Her soft lips were full and soft and mine melted into hers. Her tongue was soft and delicate. Long dark wine red hair tickled over my tits as she moved. She tasted of cinnamon, and I had a flash that Al would like to kiss her since spice was his signature.
Al had taken her tits in his hands and was fondling them, watching us while we kissed. She held the side of my face and kissed down my neck and across my chest and opened my sweater.
“You are beautiful my girl,” she whispered, trailing her fingers over my breasts and through my cleavage. She pushed the strap down my arm, took a tit in her hand and her red lips encircled my nipple while her teeth nibbled. I moaned and arched.
She hefted my tit in her hand and whispered in my ear. “Your titties are delicious. Your nipple so long I could drink from them.” Her words wet my panties even more. “Your man is very sexy too. Have you ever been with another woman my girl?” I shook my head and wove my fingers through her dark red hair and held her for a kiss. She moaned in my mouth.
She looked at Al and said, “Your girl, she is very young?”
“She’s not as young as she looks. She’s in college.” Her beautiful eyes widened, and she said, “I can see why she keeps him happy.” She raked her nails over the fabric on his balls and he shuddered. She smiled seductively. “I have another show.”
She leaned over to caress my tit that was still hanging out of my bra exposed to anyone walking by. “I would love to feel these pressed into mine,” she said, and she was off.
“Phew,” I said just as our dinners arrived and the table was back in place. The waiter did have a front row view of my exposed tit and I must admit, that was a little exciting.
I took a few bites and stopped to put myself back together.
“Don’t. Leave it. In fact, get them both out.” I blushed but did as he asked. “No one can see. But Lily.” He nodded to the stage.
My cunt tingled, my nipples ached and all I wanted was Al inside me. At this point, I was not sure about adding Lily to the mix.
I watched Lily’s movement in her next show from a new perspective. I imagined her in bed with us… Her creamy white curves on Al’s hard dark body. I did want to see him fuck her. I imagined her on top of me, our smooth shaved lips creating one long cunt for him to eat. Our tits mashed together, hard nipples rubbing together. Pressing our full lips together, tongues teasing, sucking, and inflaming each other.
As she danced, she locked eyes with me, and I was sure she knew what I was thinking.
“Al,” I learned over and whispered. “I want her. I want you to fuck her. I want you to eat us both.”
“Oh god baby, you are too fucking hot.” He leaned down and sucked a long hard nipple into my mouth. Lily and I locked eyes and we saw the arousal in each other.
The valet brought the car and we drove around the back. Lily came out smiling, her wine-red hair shining in the dim alley lighting. I opened the door and she squeezed in on my lap.
“My woman said she wanted to watch me fuck you,” Al told her.
“She did?
She was leaning back against me, our soft bodies melded as one in the tight confines. She took my hand and slipped it into her jacket and on her bare tit.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, fondling her heavy breast and teasing the nipple. She was the first women I had ever touched and as my hands slid over her soft skin my cunt readied itself for Al’s cock.
“Oh, you know what to do baby,” she whispered in my ear.
I turned my head, and we began to make out like two horny girls in the back of the movie theater. She moaned in my mouth as I continued to play with her tit, moving to the other one and twisting and pulling that nipple harder and longer.
“You guys are driving me crazy,” Al said, reaching down to adjust his hard cock bulging in his pants.
“Your girlfriend is the sweetest tasting,” she told him, brushing her lips on mine. “Is her pussy that sweet too, Al?” Her hard European accent made the words even hotter and he groaned as the car sped up.
Suddenly were winding through a parking deck and coming to a hard stop. He got out, came around and opened the door to help us out. We all held hands as we ran to the elevator. I did not know where we were going, but I did not care. Al used a key on the panel, and we were quickly taken to the top floor. The door swooshed open to a scene from a home decorating magazine.
He grabbed a bottle of wine and three glasses and led us to what turned out to be his bedroom. The king size bed was centered, soft lighting circled the perimeter. Two curtainless glass walls created the corner bedroom that looked out on the bustling lights of the city.
There was no seductive removal of clothing. We did not need it. Clothes came off and in what seemed like seconds were all naked and on the bed.
Lily and I kneeled on each side of Al. She smiled at me and at the same time we took his cock between our lips.
“Oh my god,” he shouted, his hips rocked, thrusting that big fat cock through our kiss. His cock drooled precum out the tiny hole, coating the head to a polished brown.
I nibbled down the shaft to his balls and sucked them into my hot steamy mouth, Lily began sucking the head. I toyed with his balls with my tongue while Lily stroked his shaft with two fingers while she sucked on the head. He thrust rhythmically, and I let his balls plop out of my mouth and urged her to mount him.
She was on her hands and knees straddling him. She began swinging her big tits and slapping his face with them, while he tried to catch a nipple in his teeth.
I had his cock in my hand and started rubbing the head up and down her pink slit. She was smoothly shaved too and have soft smooth white lips. Her inner folds were silky and deep pink. The brown tip bubbled precum and it mixed with her juices. I rubbed her clit with the head and heard her moan. I used his cock like a dildo to bring her to a moaning shuddering orgasm.
He thrust in deep while she was still cumming and her voice was low and guttural as his cock marauded her sweet cunt.
She sat up and began riding him. I straddled his face. He grabbed my hips and began tonguing my clit. Lily and I began to kiss and play with each other’s tits. She rode him faster and her plump tits swayed and bounced, the dark red nipples grew harder in my fingers.
We pinched each other’s nipples. She rode his cock, and I rode his face. I was the first to cum, my juices wetting Al’s mouth and face. He jerked, grabbed her hips, thrust in deep and grunted. The thick smell of sex, the lewd sounds of our bodies, the gritty moans, were inflaming and Lily came moaning and clenching Al’s erupting cock.
Exhausted, we slipped between the sheets. Lily and I facing each other, Al spooned behind me, his resting cock nestled into me.
I drifted off thinking I would have to wait until tomorrow for my other fantasy to come true. That was okay because I wanted to feel Lily’s body on top of me with our pussies pressed together. Al would get to double dip.
~ the end ~