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I Am A Naughty Angel
THE NAUGHTY PORTRAIT
One of the many things that I wanted to accomplish in life was to have an artist paint a nude portrait of me, one that I could be proud to display on my bedroom wall. But finding a good artist was not an easy task. After a long search, I did manage to find a man who was known for his remarkable talents, and I went to him, asking if he would be willing to paint a nude portrait of me.
He smiled and said, “It won’t be cheap.”
“I don’t care how much it costs. I just want it done, and done right,” I said to him.
We agreed on a price, and a date and time. I was very excited about doing this when I arrived at his penthouse studio a few days later. After sharing a glass of red wine and a short conversation, he allowed me to remove my clothes and stand upon a two-foot-tall white pillar, bearing a vase in my hand, with my head turned slightly to one side.
“Ah, you are much more beautiful with your clothes off,” he complimented me as he set up his canvas and pallet. I liked hearing that, and I was not shy in the least to display my beautiful body in front of him. The light caught the side of my face graciously, accentuating the curve of my jaw, caressing my neck, and falling gently on my breasts, casting shadows beneath them. My dark auburn hair was pulled back and up, but even then it was still long enough to gently fall on my back. My full red lips remained closed, but seemingly anticipating being able to open. And that was how he wanted me to pose.
His brush carefully and gracefully traced the outline of my curves. He was a man who paid particular attention to detail, the right lines in all the right places to create the perfect image of my beauty on the canvas. He was a professional, who admired every shadow, and every touch of light on my skin, all the curves, and colors which he laid out on his canvas was made with perfect precision. As I stood in my still pose, I could not help but daydream as he was painting my image.
I thought of many things, and eventually, my mind drifted off to the idea of sex. After all, I was completely naked, and standing before a very attractive man. I glanced down quickly at him, his hand on his brush, his muscular arm directing each graceful stroke to create my image on the canvas. I loved his chiseled face and jet black hair, and I began to imagine what he would look like if he was as naked as I was. I began to feel a tingling sensation between my thighs at the thought of it. My mind drifted further, and I found myself thinking about us making love on his bed in the other room.
Now, my tingles were turning to a sure wetness between my legs, and suddenly I felt self-conscious. My face turned flush, and I wondered if he noticed.
“Is everything alright?” he asked me.
“Oh… um, yes. I’m fine, thanks.”
He went back to painting diligently, yet I hung on to his words, loving the rich sound of his voice.
“Actually, I am beginning to feel a bit stiff. Could we take a break?” I asked.
“I don’t see why not. Would you like another glass of wine?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
He walked into the bathroom and cleaned the paint off his hands. Then he entered the kitchen and poured us both another glass of delicious red wine. I grabbed my white silk robe, draped it around myself and tied the sash. I took a seat on the couch and relaxed for a moment, trying to ease the sexual tension that I had built up in myself, but all I could think about was having his cock inside of me, and my pussy began to water.
As we sipped our wine, I felt myself becoming increasingly horny with each passing moment, and I had to force myself to keep calm. The soft silk robe that covered my body was not helping me any, as whenever I moved, my nipples, which were now fully aroused, rubbed against the fabric, and caused me to burn even hotter with desire. I never imagined that posing for a nude portrait would turn me on in such a way.
He watched me as I stared off into space.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing really. You know, usual things.” I was beginning to wonder if he could read my thoughts.
“Actually, my mind is a little clouded right now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand there in a still pose much longer.”
I stood up from the couch and walked the few steps to the kitchen counter, and he followed me.
“Why, what’s wrong?” he asked.
I looked him deep in his eyes, feeling myself growing closer to him, my heart beating a little faster, my blood turning a little hotter in my veins.
“I think I’m having feelings for you,” I confessed.
“What kind of feelings?” he asked, looking curiously at me.
“You know… intimate feelings?” I admitted, and then I kissed him.
At first, he was a little surprised but welcomed my lips. He felt my desire on his mouth, the warmth of my breath, the softness of my lips, and losing his sense of professionalism, he kissed me back. He slid his arms around my sides and wrapped them around me. My arms went around his neck and pulled myself to him.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I pressed my body close to his, feeling his heat that seeped through my silk robe. I could feel his sex swelling against my abdomen, and to feel that, made my pussy all the wetter for him. Feeling my desire welling up inside of me, I began to unbutton his shirt and slipped it from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his muscular arms, his hairless chest and large brown nipples to the wonderment of my eyes.
Oh, he was so sexy, like a Greek god. My body shivered just to run my hands across his smooth pecs. He could tell that I was hot, and he could see my obvious excitement, and moved his hands from my back to my breasts, caressing them through my silk robe.
“I didn’t have this in mind when I came here today, but I find you too hard to resist,” I softly confessed.
“I’m not complaining,” he said and spun me around, kissing my neck gently while reaching around and grabbing my breasts again. I exhaled sharply as he gently squeezed my firm mounds and caressed my nipples through my robe. I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh as my pussy began to drip like a wet sponge. I turned around and kissed him repeatedly.
“Oh god, I want you so badly,” I said as I took him by the hand and literally pulled him to his bedroom. Standing inside his bedroom, I untied the sash to my robe and let it fall to the floor. I was once again exposed to him, but this time, it was different; I wasn’t posing, I was offering. My gracefulness of posing for a portrait earlier had now turned to lust and animalistic desire, and I felt myself burning to be satisfied. I hastily undid his pants and slid them off his hips.
He stepped out of his sandals and his pants when I went for his boxer shorts and pulled them down his legs, setting his cock free. Like the rest of him, his cock was a beautiful, arousing sight to me. My pussy quivered as I looked over his veined, fully erected shaft, his huge balls hanging beneath it. I took his stiff, warm cock into my hand, and pulled him by it closer to the bed. He enjoyed the feeling of my hand around his beautiful cock, and he could barely contain himself as I stroked and caressed his pride and joy.
He pushed me down onto his bed, slowly hovered over me, and kissed me deeply on the mouth. His hands went to my wrists, stretching my arms out and pinning them against the pillows. I felt completely vulnerable to him as his hands ran up the length of my arms until they pressed against my shoulders. One of his hands slowly ran down the curvy lines of my torso until it reached my legs. He gently touched the soft inner regions of my thighs, so close to my wet pussy, but took care to avoid touching the lips of my pussy.
“Oh god,” I moaned as he teased me so, and I brought my legs up as he touched me, desiring him to touch me in that special place. He could plainly see that he was driving me crazy. But he had more in store for me than just touching me with his hands. He used his lips and his tongue, tracing around my mouth, and then along my cheek to my neck. He brushed his lips to the underside of my breast, and he watched how I reacted. He used his tongue and brushed in circles, tickling me ever so softly.
His tongue grazed my nipple and softly circled my areola as he teased me, and my eyes closed as I enjoyed him having fun with my body. He brushed the other nipple in the same fashion, and then drew a fine line of saliva down the center of my belly, tickling me all the way down to the top of my slit. He moved to the foot of the bed, and spread my legs apart, and I laid there with my feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide, and my pussy fully exposed to him. He made use of his tongue between my quivering thighs, up to my crotch, and he brushed along the wet folds of my pussy. His foreplay was incredibly arousing. On one side of my pussy, he ran his tongue, on the other, his finger. He traced my hole, taking care to keep from entering me while he enjoyed watching me squirm, and listening to the little squeaks and moans I made with every line he traced on me.
When his tongue touched my engorged clit, I jumped a little as he brushed around it in little circles. I was so on edge; his tongue on my clit was driving me absolutely insane, as were his fingers still touching the wet folds of my pussy. Then he took something out of the bedside table drawer. I couldn’t quite see what it was, and I wondered what he had in store for me next.
A moment later I heard a humming noise. It was the familiar hum of a vibrator, and he touched the end of it to the pearl between my legs. My body stiffened and I let out a loud moan as the vibrations electrified my pussy. My legs immediately wanted to close, but he kept them open, and he kept holding the vibrator against my clit, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. He could tell that I was close, and he moved the vibrator from my clit, slid it slowly down my slit, and buried it inside my pussy.
I was dripping wet and so slick that the vibrator sank into me with no effort at all. I would have orgasmed right then if he left it in me, but he pulled it out when I nearly reached my peak.
“Oh please!” I begged. “Please let me cum!”
“Not yet,” was all he said, and set the vibrator aside. He upped the ante when his lips traced a trail from my knee up my inner thigh, then traced his tongue around my pussy. My head went back as he worked his tongue around the soft lips of my pussy, tasting my juices. His tongue continued to orbit my pussy while he watched my breasts rise and fall with the deepening of my breath.
While he was still tonguing the ridges of my folds, he slipped a finger inside my pussy, and only kept it in long enough to saturate his finger with my juices. I watched him suck my juice from his finger, and then he forced his tongue inside me. My hips gyrated as he pleasured me, and I moaned with intense passion. “Fuck me! Please fuck me! I can’t take this any longer. I need you inside me!” I begged with a shrill voice.
He flicked his tongue over my clit once more, always keeping me on the verge of orgasm, but never pushing over the edge. His lips trailed up my belly, then across my tits, and finally to my mouth, while keeping one hand on my pussy. My breath was short and separated, and my body moved erratically beneath him. His brushed his lips along my neck, and it was all I could take. I wanted his cock inside of me so bad, I felt like I was ready to explode. With tiger-like reflexes, I flipped him over and looked deep into his eyes.
My handsome artist could see the fire and passion that burned within me. Now, with him under me, I took control, grabbing his cock, positioning it under my dripping cunt. I pinned one of his arms down with my free hand, and with his free hand, he pinched one of my nipples, causing me to moan as I inched myself down on him. Down further I went until his hot, steely shaft was fully inside my sweltering cunt. I began to rock back and forth on him as I set my hands on his chest and raked his flesh with my nails. I looked deep into his eyes as he reached up and used both hands to massage my breasts, and pinch my swollen nipples.
With his cock so deep inside of me, I moved faster, driving myself to orgasm. I wanted nothing else but to cum so hard all over his large shaft that burned inside my pussy. My dripping juices soaked his cock and balls as I rode him to the edges of eternity. My clit dragged through his neatly trimmed pubic hair as I ground my pussy against him. I was groaning loudly now, and he could sense that my orgasm was imminent.
When I reached my limit, I cried out in ecstasy, and he felt the warm rush of fluid wash over him as I climaxed. My legs shook and tightened against his sides. He could only imagine the pleasure that I was feeling by the passionate look on my face as the intense waves of pleasure shot through me for a full thirty seconds, which felt like a lifetime to me. My mind exploded with euphoria. I moaned with satisfaction as I exhaled and collapsed onto his chest. I listened to his heartbeat as his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
When my head stopped swimming, I looked up at him and kissed him deeply on the lips. “Ah, my God… thank you. That was wonderful,” I murmured. I then realized that he was still rock solid inside of me. He held me tight and kissed my neck, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his.
Slowly, he began to slide his cock in and out of my pussy, and I began breathing erratically, my pussy now very sensitive from my orgasm. He grabbed my ass tightly to guide me up and down on his cock, and he began to fuck me hard. An ocean of pleasure rocked through my body. I began moaning loudly once again, and a few more thrusts deep into me, I came again, soaking his cock once more. I rolled myself off of him, setting his cock free of my soft, wet caress, and sat beside him on the bed. He looked over at me as I grabbed his slick cock and began to stroke it gently.
“Are you going to add this to my bill?” I asked.
“Actually, I was thinking of deducting a little, depending on what you have in mine,” he said to me.
I smiled, looking over his body with sultry eyes. I touched my lips to his arm, and kissed my way to his mouth, and held it there for a few moments. I slithered my tongue between his lips, and began to explore his mouth, and he teased me in return with his tongue. I kept a soft grip on his shaft and pressed against his kiss.
“Then I should get a good deduction for what I am about to do to you,” I said to him, and dragged my lips down over his chest, down his stomach, until I was finally kissing the head of his cock. I licked around the crown of his shaft and watched his expression as I teased him.
“I can’t believe how hot it made me stand naked in front of you while you were painting my portrait. Now I want to repay you for the wonderful orgasms you have given me.” I slowly inched his cock into my mouth, and he watched as I took it all down. My lips fit perfectly around his shaft, and he fully enjoyed the feel of my wet tongue moving along the underside of it.
“Stop,” he said to me as his cock began to throb. He got up and stood next to the bed, and I knelt on the bed before him.
“Now, show me your talents once again,” he said. I smiled and grabbed his cock by the base, directing it into my hot mouth, taking it down as far as it would go until his balls rested against my chin. My eyes glanced up at him and his eyes looked down at me, and he smiled. “You are such a tease,” he teased and reached down and pinched one of my nipples, causing me to moan with his cock in my mouth.
I caressed his balls with my hand as I moved my mouth on his cock. Feeling the heat of desire filling my throat with hunger,
“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself while you’re sucking my cock.” His words added more hunger to my throat and heat to my pussy. I quickly moved my hand to touch my pussy, one finger inside while rubbing my clit with my palm. I bobbed my head up and down on his hard, delicious cock, took it into my free hand for a moment to stroke it a little, and then I paused to untie my hair and let it fall free down the middle of my back.
I looked up at him and smiled, then took his cock back into my mouth and worked my tongue around his bulbous head. I resumed rubbing my pussy, which was so hot and wet, I was on the brink of yet another orgasm. I could tell he would not last much longer, by the way, his cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum on my tongue.
“Mmm, are you planning on coming in my mouth?” I stopped to ask.
“Only if you want me to, baby.” I gave him a hungry look with my eyes, licked my lips salaciously, and pulled his cock back into my mouth. “Holy …” I heard him mutter as I worked my mouth hard and fast on his cock, trying my hardest to make him come. I rested the head of his cock on my lower lip and opened my mouth wide, and took his cock in both my hands and began to jerk him hard. It seemed like it took him forever as my temples pounded with anticipation for that magical moment to arrive, but it was really only a matter of seconds until he wasn’t able to contain himself any longer.
Deep, manly grunts rose up in his throat as he watched me close my eyes and take his warm, tasty spurts into my mouth. He shot off hard, hitting the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat, and completely coated my tongue with his thick globs. It couldn’t contain it all, and some dripped from the corners of my lips and landed on the rise of my breasts. I opened my eyes to watch him see the mess he made inside my mouth before I closed my lips and swallowed.
When I opened my mouth again to show him, there was not a trace to be found. And then I licked the remaining strings of what was left of his ejaculation from the end of his cock. “Oh baby, you are the best!” he said sounding quite satisfied. “I have never had a woman enjoy taking it the way you do. They usually spit it out, but not you. You obviously love it.”
I took it as a compliment, and I smiled up at him. “You are very delicious. Why should I not?” I said in returning the compliment. I sat back against the headboard, spread my legs, and slowly teased my pussy with my finger.
My body was still on fire. I closed my eyes and just took in the pleasure I was giving to myself while he stood there and watched. His brown eyes focused on the glistening pink flesh being manipulated by my hand, the red nail polish on my fingers dancing around my most sensitive area. Teasing myself as he had before, I held myself short of orgasm. I rubbed my clit just long enough to push me closer, then backed away. His mind clearer as the result of his orgasm, he could see how a woman pleasuring herself can be a truly beautiful thing. As I ran my fingers along my slit and buried them in my hole, I made little squeaks and moans, and each sound that I made brought the blood rushing back to his loins.
He wanted to watch me longer, but his hormones were beginning to get the best of him. My eyes opened when I felt his strong arms picking me up and turning me over, and I settled on all fours. My gorgeous ass pointed up to him, as I was using my forearms for support. My body quivered when he ran the head of his cock up and down my slit, and I waited in anticipation for him to slide his pleasurable cock inside me. From the slow tease of his cock sliding along my slit, I thought he would enter me slowly, and teasingly.
But my eyes opened wide, and I let out a squeal of surprise when he gave it to me all at once. “Oh my God!” I cried out as his cock began to work its magic inside my hot and needy cunt, and he thrust into me hard, over and over, using the full length of his cock. I could feel the weight of my breasts swinging back and forth benea
One of the many things that I wanted to accomplish in life was to have an artist paint a nude portrait of me, one that I could be proud to display on my bedroom wall. But finding a good artist was not an easy task. After a long search, I did manage to find a man who was known for his remarkable talents, and I went to him, asking if he would be willing to paint a nude portrait of me.
He smiled and said, “It won’t be cheap.”
“I don’t care how much it costs. I just want it done, and done right,” I said to him.
We agreed on a price, and a date and time. I was very excited about doing this when I arrived at his penthouse studio a few days later. After sharing a glass of red wine and a short conversation, he allowed me to remove my clothes and stand upon a two-foot-tall white pillar, bearing a vase in my hand, with my head turned slightly to one side.
“Ah, you are much more beautiful with your clothes off,” he complimented me as he set up his canvas and pallet. I liked hearing that, and I was not shy in the least to display my beautiful body in front of him. The light caught the side of my face graciously, accentuating the curve of my jaw, caressing my neck, and falling gently on my breasts, casting shadows beneath them. My dark auburn hair was pulled back and up, but even then it was still long enough to gently fall on my back. My full red lips remained closed, but seemingly anticipating being able to open. And that was how he wanted me to pose.
His brush carefully and gracefully traced the outline of my curves. He was a man who paid particular attention to detail, the right lines in all the right places to create the perfect image of my beauty on the canvas. He was a professional, who admired every shadow, and every touch of light on my skin, all the curves, and colors which he laid out on his canvas was made with perfect precision. As I stood in my still pose, I could not help but daydream as he was painting my image.
I thought of many things, and eventually, my mind drifted off to the idea of sex. After all, I was completely naked, and standing before a very attractive man. I glanced down quickly at him, his hand on his brush, his muscular arm directing each graceful stroke to create my image on the canvas. I loved his chiseled face and jet black hair, and I began to imagine what he would look like if he was as naked as I was. I began to feel a tingling sensation between my thighs at the thought of it. My mind drifted further, and I found myself thinking about us making love on his bed in the other room.
Now, my tingles were turning to a sure wetness between my legs, and suddenly I felt self-conscious. My face turned flush, and I wondered if he noticed.
“Is everything alright?” he asked me.
“Oh… um, yes. I’m fine, thanks.”
He went back to painting diligently, yet I hung on to his words, loving the rich sound of his voice.
“Actually, I am beginning to feel a bit stiff. Could we take a break?” I asked.
“I don’t see why not. Would you like another glass of wine?”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
He walked into the bathroom and cleaned the paint off his hands. Then he entered the kitchen and poured us both another glass of delicious red wine. I grabbed my white silk robe, draped it around myself and tied the sash. I took a seat on the couch and relaxed for a moment, trying to ease the sexual tension that I had built up in myself, but all I could think about was having his cock inside of me, and my pussy began to water.
As we sipped our wine, I felt myself becoming increasingly horny with each passing moment, and I had to force myself to keep calm. The soft silk robe that covered my body was not helping me any, as whenever I moved, my nipples, which were now fully aroused, rubbed against the fabric, and caused me to burn even hotter with desire. I never imagined that posing for a nude portrait would turn me on in such a way.
He watched me as I stared off into space.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing really. You know, usual things.” I was beginning to wonder if he could read my thoughts.
“Actually, my mind is a little clouded right now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand there in a still pose much longer.”
I stood up from the couch and walked the few steps to the kitchen counter, and he followed me.
“Why, what’s wrong?” he asked.
I looked him deep in his eyes, feeling myself growing closer to him, my heart beating a little faster, my blood turning a little hotter in my veins.
“I think I’m having feelings for you,” I confessed.
“What kind of feelings?” he asked, looking curiously at me.
“You know… intimate feelings?” I admitted, and then I kissed him.
At first, he was a little surprised but welcomed my lips. He felt my desire on his mouth, the warmth of my breath, the softness of my lips, and losing his sense of professionalism, he kissed me back. He slid his arms around my sides and wrapped them around me. My arms went around his neck and pulled myself to him.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I pressed my body close to his, feeling his heat that seeped through my silk robe. I could feel his sex swelling against my abdomen, and to feel that, made my pussy all the wetter for him. Feeling my desire welling up inside of me, I began to unbutton his shirt and slipped it from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his muscular arms, his hairless chest and large brown nipples to the wonderment of my eyes.
Oh, he was so sexy, like a Greek god. My body shivered just to run my hands across his smooth pecs. He could tell that I was hot, and he could see my obvious excitement, and moved his hands from my back to my breasts, caressing them through my silk robe.
“I didn’t have this in mind when I came here today, but I find you too hard to resist,” I softly confessed.
“I’m not complaining,” he said and spun me around, kissing my neck gently while reaching around and grabbing my breasts again. I exhaled sharply as he gently squeezed my firm mounds and caressed my nipples through my robe. I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh as my pussy began to drip like a wet sponge. I turned around and kissed him repeatedly.
“Oh god, I want you so badly,” I said as I took him by the hand and literally pulled him to his bedroom. Standing inside his bedroom, I untied the sash to my robe and let it fall to the floor. I was once again exposed to him, but this time, it was different; I wasn’t posing, I was offering. My gracefulness of posing for a portrait earlier had now turned to lust and animalistic desire, and I felt myself burning to be satisfied. I hastily undid his pants and slid them off his hips.
He stepped out of his sandals and his pants when I went for his boxer shorts and pulled them down his legs, setting his cock free. Like the rest of him, his cock was a beautiful, arousing sight to me. My pussy quivered as I looked over his veined, fully erected shaft, his huge balls hanging beneath it. I took his stiff, warm cock into my hand, and pulled him by it closer to the bed. He enjoyed the feeling of my hand around his beautiful cock, and he could barely contain himself as I stroked and caressed his pride and joy.
He pushed me down onto his bed, slowly hovered over me, and kissed me deeply on the mouth. His hands went to my wrists, stretching my arms out and pinning them against the pillows. I felt completely vulnerable to him as his hands ran up the length of my arms until they pressed against my shoulders. One of his hands slowly ran down the curvy lines of my torso until it reached my legs. He gently touched the soft inner regions of my thighs, so close to my wet pussy, but took care to avoid touching the lips of my pussy.
“Oh god,” I moaned as he teased me so, and I brought my legs up as he touched me, desiring him to touch me in that special place. He could plainly see that he was driving me crazy. But he had more in store for me than just touching me with his hands. He used his lips and his tongue, tracing around my mouth, and then along my cheek to my neck. He brushed his lips to the underside of my breast, and he watched how I reacted. He used his tongue and brushed in circles, tickling me ever so softly.
His tongue grazed my nipple and softly circled my areola as he teased me, and my eyes closed as I enjoyed him having fun with my body. He brushed the other nipple in the same fashion, and then drew a fine line of saliva down the center of my belly, tickling me all the way down to the top of my slit. He moved to the foot of the bed, and spread my legs apart, and I laid there with my feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide, and my pussy fully exposed to him. He made use of his tongue between my quivering thighs, up to my crotch, and he brushed along the wet folds of my pussy. His foreplay was incredibly arousing. On one side of my pussy, he ran his tongue, on the other, his finger. He traced my hole, taking care to keep from entering me while he enjoyed watching me squirm, and listening to the little squeaks and moans I made with every line he traced on me.
When his tongue touched my engorged clit, I jumped a little as he brushed around it in little circles. I was so on edge; his tongue on my clit was driving me absolutely insane, as were his fingers still touching the wet folds of my pussy. Then he took something out of the bedside table drawer. I couldn’t quite see what it was, and I wondered what he had in store for me next.
A moment later I heard a humming noise. It was the familiar hum of a vibrator, and he touched the end of it to the pearl between my legs. My body stiffened and I let out a loud moan as the vibrations electrified my pussy. My legs immediately wanted to close, but he kept them open, and he kept holding the vibrator against my clit, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. He could tell that I was close, and he moved the vibrator from my clit, slid it slowly down my slit, and buried it inside my pussy.
I was dripping wet and so slick that the vibrator sank into me with no effort at all. I would have orgasmed right then if he left it in me, but he pulled it out when I nearly reached my peak.
“Oh please!” I begged. “Please let me cum!”
“Not yet,” was all he said, and set the vibrator aside. He upped the ante when his lips traced a trail from my knee up my inner thigh, then traced his tongue around my pussy. My head went back as he worked his tongue around the soft lips of my pussy, tasting my juices. His tongue continued to orbit my pussy while he watched my breasts rise and fall with the deepening of my breath.
While he was still tonguing the ridges of my folds, he slipped a finger inside my pussy, and only kept it in long enough to saturate his finger with my juices. I watched him suck my juice from his finger, and then he forced his tongue inside me. My hips gyrated as he pleasured me, and I moaned with intense passion. “Fuck me! Please fuck me! I can’t take this any longer. I need you inside me!” I begged with a shrill voice.
He flicked his tongue over my clit once more, always keeping me on the verge of orgasm, but never pushing over the edge. His lips trailed up my belly, then across my tits, and finally to my mouth, while keeping one hand on my pussy. My breath was short and separated, and my body moved erratically beneath him. His brushed his lips along my neck, and it was all I could take. I wanted his cock inside of me so bad, I felt like I was ready to explode. With tiger-like reflexes, I flipped him over and looked deep into his eyes.
My handsome artist could see the fire and passion that burned within me. Now, with him under me, I took control, grabbing his cock, positioning it under my dripping cunt. I pinned one of his arms down with my free hand, and with his free hand, he pinched one of my nipples, causing me to moan as I inched myself down on him. Down further I went until his hot, steely shaft was fully inside my sweltering cunt. I began to rock back and forth on him as I set my hands on his chest and raked his flesh with my nails. I looked deep into his eyes as he reached up and used both hands to massage my breasts, and pinch my swollen nipples.
With his cock so deep inside of me, I moved faster, driving myself to orgasm. I wanted nothing else but to cum so hard all over his large shaft that burned inside my pussy. My dripping juices soaked his cock and balls as I rode him to the edges of eternity. My clit dragged through his neatly trimmed pubic hair as I ground my pussy against him. I was groaning loudly now, and he could sense that my orgasm was imminent.
When I reached my limit, I cried out in ecstasy, and he felt the warm rush of fluid wash over him as I climaxed. My legs shook and tightened against his sides. He could only imagine the pleasure that I was feeling by the passionate look on my face as the intense waves of pleasure shot through me for a full thirty seconds, which felt like a lifetime to me. My mind exploded with euphoria. I moaned with satisfaction as I exhaled and collapsed onto his chest. I listened to his heartbeat as his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
When my head stopped swimming, I looked up at him and kissed him deeply on the lips. “Ah, my God… thank you. That was wonderful,” I murmured. I then realized that he was still rock solid inside of me. He held me tight and kissed my neck, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his.
Slowly, he began to slide his cock in and out of my pussy, and I began breathing erratically, my pussy now very sensitive from my orgasm. He grabbed my ass tightly to guide me up and down on his cock, and he began to fuck me hard. An ocean of pleasure rocked through my body. I began moaning loudly once again, and a few more thrusts deep into me, I came again, soaking his cock once more. I rolled myself off of him, setting his cock free of my soft, wet caress, and sat beside him on the bed. He looked over at me as I grabbed his slick cock and began to stroke it gently.
“Are you going to add this to my bill?” I asked.
“Actually, I was thinking of deducting a little, depending on what you have in mine,” he said to me.
I smiled, looking over his body with sultry eyes. I touched my lips to his arm, and kissed my way to his mouth, and held it there for a few moments. I slithered my tongue between his lips, and began to explore his mouth, and he teased me in return with his tongue. I kept a soft grip on his shaft and pressed against his kiss.
“Then I should get a good deduction for what I am about to do to you,” I said to him, and dragged my lips down over his chest, down his stomach, until I was finally kissing the head of his cock. I licked around the crown of his shaft and watched his expression as I teased him.
“I can’t believe how hot it made me stand naked in front of you while you were painting my portrait. Now I want to repay you for the wonderful orgasms you have given me.” I slowly inched his cock into my mouth, and he watched as I took it all down. My lips fit perfectly around his shaft, and he fully enjoyed the feel of my wet tongue moving along the underside of it.
“Stop,” he said to me as his cock began to throb. He got up and stood next to the bed, and I knelt on the bed before him.
“Now, show me your talents once again,” he said. I smiled and grabbed his cock by the base, directing it into my hot mouth, taking it down as far as it would go until his balls rested against my chin. My eyes glanced up at him and his eyes looked down at me, and he smiled. “You are such a tease,” he teased and reached down and pinched one of my nipples, causing me to moan with his cock in my mouth.
I caressed his balls with my hand as I moved my mouth on his cock. Feeling the heat of desire filling my throat with hunger,
“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how you pleasure yourself while you’re sucking my cock.” His words added more hunger to my throat and heat to my pussy. I quickly moved my hand to touch my pussy, one finger inside while rubbing my clit with my palm. I bobbed my head up and down on his hard, delicious cock, took it into my free hand for a moment to stroke it a little, and then I paused to untie my hair and let it fall free down the middle of my back.
I looked up at him and smiled, then took his cock back into my mouth and worked my tongue around his bulbous head. I resumed rubbing my pussy, which was so hot and wet, I was on the brink of yet another orgasm. I could tell he would not last much longer, by the way, his cock throbbed and leaked pre-cum on my tongue.
“Mmm, are you planning on coming in my mouth?” I stopped to ask.
“Only if you want me to, baby.” I gave him a hungry look with my eyes, licked my lips salaciously, and pulled his cock back into my mouth. “Holy …” I heard him mutter as I worked my mouth hard and fast on his cock, trying my hardest to make him come. I rested the head of his cock on my lower lip and opened my mouth wide, and took his cock in both my hands and began to jerk him hard. It seemed like it took him forever as my temples pounded with anticipation for that magical moment to arrive, but it was really only a matter of seconds until he wasn’t able to contain himself any longer.
Deep, manly grunts rose up in his throat as he watched me close my eyes and take his warm, tasty spurts into my mouth. He shot off hard, hitting the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat, and completely coated my tongue with his thick globs. It couldn’t contain it all, and some dripped from the corners of my lips and landed on the rise of my breasts. I opened my eyes to watch him see the mess he made inside my mouth before I closed my lips and swallowed.
When I opened my mouth again to show him, there was not a trace to be found. And then I licked the remaining strings of what was left of his ejaculation from the end of his cock. “Oh baby, you are the best!” he said sounding quite satisfied. “I have never had a woman enjoy taking it the way you do. They usually spit it out, but not you. You obviously love it.”
I took it as a compliment, and I smiled up at him. “You are very delicious. Why should I not?” I said in returning the compliment. I sat back against the headboard, spread my legs, and slowly teased my pussy with my finger.
My body was still on fire. I closed my eyes and just took in the pleasure I was giving to myself while he stood there and watched. His brown eyes focused on the glistening pink flesh being manipulated by my hand, the red nail polish on my fingers dancing around my most sensitive area. Teasing myself as he had before, I held myself short of orgasm. I rubbed my clit just long enough to push me closer, then backed away. His mind clearer as the result of his orgasm, he could see how a woman pleasuring herself can be a truly beautiful thing. As I ran my fingers along my slit and buried them in my hole, I made little squeaks and moans, and each sound that I made brought the blood rushing back to his loins.
He wanted to watch me longer, but his hormones were beginning to get the best of him. My eyes opened when I felt his strong arms picking me up and turning me over, and I settled on all fours. My gorgeous ass pointed up to him, as I was using my forearms for support. My body quivered when he ran the head of his cock up and down my slit, and I waited in anticipation for him to slide his pleasurable cock inside me. From the slow tease of his cock sliding along my slit, I thought he would enter me slowly, and teasingly.
But my eyes opened wide, and I let out a squeal of surprise when he gave it to me all at once. “Oh my God!” I cried out as his cock began to work its magic inside my hot and needy cunt, and he thrust into me hard, over and over, using the full length of his cock. I could feel the weight of my breasts swinging back and forth benea
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