Crush

We found ourselves standing in front of a painting I insisted Simone look at. She had gotten invited to a gallery opening and I was her plus one. I loved being her plus one because my only responsibility was to stay by her side, and as she liked to say, ”look pretty”.

The painting was the partial face of a woman with short red hair and alabaster skin; her lips were painted red, and her mouth was forced open by a red ball gag — a black leather strap crossed her cheek and disappeared under her hair. A long strand of drool fell from her lower lip and was lost in the luminescence of her skin at the bottom of the painting.

Simone nudged into me, “I really like it. I can feel her desire.”

“It’s simply mesmerizing. I can almost hear her pleasure and desire for more”, was my response as I continued to stare.

People would join us as we contemplated the painting but would rarely spend much time as it wasn’t to their taste or they were simply in a hurry as they made their way through the gallery. Our trance was broken when we heard a soft voice off to the side.

“This is my favorite”

A casually dressed woman of average height with shoulder length red hair had joined us; her skin was alabaster which made her green eyes even more dramatic, and as she looked at us, bright red lips parted in a lovely smile.

“It is beautiful”, I agreed.

“I just love the artist. I have quite the crush on him “, she replied and then a moment later added, “He’s hiding around here somewhere — he just hates these things”.

We went back to looking at the painting when Simone looked at the woman and with a smile of acknowledgement said, “You are the woman in the painting”.

“Yes, that’s me. As I said, I have a crush on the artist. Even after he told me what he wanted to paint, I said yes”

“Well, he captured your beauty and what I can only describe as your raw desire”, Simone replied.

She looked at Simone for a moment as if reflecting on what she said and then stepped in slightly. “I would say it is more raw pleasure. Along with the ball gag, I was wearing leather cuffs that held me between a doorway and my legs were held wide by a leg spreader. I was spread wide as he sat behind his canvas.”

She was quiet for a moment as she looked at the painting and then began to whisper almost as if we weren’t there.

“He stared at me from behind the canvas for a long while and then asked me if I was ready; getting up from his chair he came to me and softly began caressing my pussy. He didn’t go back to his canvas until I came for the first time.”

She paused briefly and her eyes sparked.

“It took him six hours to finish the painting and I don’t know how many times he made be cum; sometimes he fingered me gently, sometimes so hard I would be on my toes, and sometimes he would get down on his knees and fuck me with his tongue. Each time, after he made me cum, he would go back to the canvas to paint.”

“Muffled moans of pleasure, and of pain, would fill the room followed only by the sound of his brush strokes. My pussy was beyond sensitive, and my body was exhausted, and I wanted it to be over — although I also wanted more. He would stare intensely each time I came and even smiled once as juices flowed down my legs.”

“The last time he got up from the canvas he came over and kissed me on the cheek and began to release me from my restrains and caught me up as I collapsed into him. He held me for a long time before I asked if I could see the painting.”   

When she finished, she pensively looked at the both of us for a moment. “I should go find that crush of mine. Enjoy the rest of your evening”.

She winked and turned away. Simone and I watched her walk away and we then turned back to the painting.

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Sensation

We always play by candlelight and find our desires hiding in the shadows — and for it, my desire is rewarded.

I never dress-up when we play but Simone does. She is enthusiastic about her leather corset, stiletto heels and black lipstick. Before I surrender to her, she lets me fuck her — I ask her to dig her nails deep into my back and she’s very accommodating. Tonight she wants to watch me cum by candlelight.

I roll onto my back and the sheets caress my sensitive flesh and I smile. She plays with my cock casually and asks me if I can behave myself and I say I will try. She laughs and then reaches into the bed side table and proceeds to tie my hands to the headboard with red cord. Her knots are always tight.

There is no blindfold tonight because she wants me to watch but warns me to be quiet.

Reaching for the nearest candle she positions it with expert hands and coos as a single drop of wax hits my chest — I let out a breath of pleasure. Wax kisses my skin at her leisure, and she tells me how beautiful my hard cock is.

I let out a cry when wax kisses my cock. She tells me to stay hard, and I do.

She then asks if I am ready.

I am.

drip

Making green eyes sparkle

C likes cum.

She likes the feel as it drips from her cunt; she likes the taste of it; and she loves to watch me shoot my seed onto her breasts and particularly her face. She laughs out loud as cum dribbles string-like down from her chin, and then scoops it up with a finger and licks it clean.

She affectionately calls herself a cum slut and it is a point of pride. Once at a party, she motioned me over and whispered the cum slut wanted to play. I don’t think our hosts suspected C sucked me off in their master bedroom closet as we listened to strangers fuck with urgency on their bed. C swallowed all my cum as someone walked in on them — the sounds of our indiscretion was covered up by the embarrassment of the couple.  

C had read on the internet that cum was good for the hair and asked me to cum before she had a shower and then proceeded to use it as a conditioner — she made a point of asking me to feel her hair afterwards. She never wanted me to cum too quickly because she felt it impacted the volume and she would keep me wanting for as long as possible. She was constantly pulling my balls down or simply prevented any cock play and I would always cum very hard for the agony. She would coo with pleasure.

We were shopping a while ago and told me she was going to buy a very expensive silk bra and wanted to fuck with only the bra on — I took her home right away and fucked her brains out and when I couldn’t hold it anymore, she begged me to cum all over her tits and bra. She calls it her cum bra and whenever she wears it I know the cum slut is behind those beautiful green eyes.  

She got into the habit of admiring herself with a small mirror after I’d cum — sometimes she would admire cum running down her ass onto the sheets or would closely inspect the thick white mess that clung to her face. Every so often she would get cum on the mirror, pout slightly, and then lick it off. The mirror was accidentally knocked off the bedside table one time and cracked but by then C had discovered videos of women having men cum over them and did not care that much about it. She asked me if I had ever heard of bukkake and was excited to show me what she had discovered. She would ask me to eat her pussy as she watched men cum all over a woman — her orgasms were so intense it was an effort to keep her legs apart as my tongue explored deep inside her.

I wanted to know if she ever wanted to be one of the women in the videos, and after thinking about it for a moment, she said no. She did go on to say she would love to have someone watch as I came all over her face and asked if we could do that.

I said yes, and her green eyes sparkled.

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