"We have a booth booked," said Simon as they stepped inside.
A busty brunette dressed in a frilly white bra, knickers and suspenders led them down some steps.
"This is your own preparation room, feel free to use it for whatever you need to do to prepare," she said.
"This is it then," said Lizzie. "Too late to turn back."
Simon leant forward and kissed her, slowly at first, exploring her mouth gently with his tongue. She pulled him towards her and kissed him back harder, hands straight down to touch his cock.
It felt even better than it looked. Hard and ready for action.
Simon unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor revealing a black and pink basque. Her breasts were pushed together and Simon was desperate to rub his cock between them.
He bent down as he slowly pulled down her panties to reveal a neat waxed pussy. Leaning forward, he licked her clit, like a puppy suckling at its mother. Lizzie spread her legs and crouched down, almost forcing Simon to explore her cunt with his tongue.
He gently pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness and knowing she was ready for this adventure. Lizzie pulled away from him and led him to the other side of the small, low lit room onto a red leather couch.
Lizzie knelt down in front of Simon, facing the wall.
Without speaking a word, he pulled her hair to one side and started to nuzzle her neck. His other hand reached round to her full breasts and he ran his tongue down her neck and spine.
Both hands were now reaching down and touching her smooth arse.
"Fuck me Simon," she said. I want our first time to be just for us."
He pushed his hard cock deep inside her cunt. She was hot and juicy and he pumped hard and rhythmically as she writhed and moaned with pleasure.
Simon was so close to climax. He'd imagined this so many times and now here he was fucking her senseless. She spun round to face him, keeping his cock inside her as she cocked her leg over his head. Then she pushed him to the ground and sat astride him, pumping up and down his hard cock and enjoying every inch.
Within minutes he was shooting his hot cum high inside of her, no longer in control of himself or the situation.
There was a knock at the door, so perfectly timed Lizzie was sure there must have been cameras watching them.
"We're ready for you now," said the brunette who had led them down.
They made their way along a stark breeze block corridor before the door to the booth was opened and they stepped inside.
Around 20 men were gathered on the other side of the glass.
Lizzie looked each one of them deep in the eyes as Simon slowly undid her basque. It fell to the floor revealing her nakedness and Simon ran his hands across her entire body, leaving nowhere untouched.
Standing tall and upright, Lizzie opened her legs, turned round and bent over, reaching down to the stilettos she'd bought especially for the occasion.
She knew the men were watching her, looking at her pussy and her arse. She reached through her legs to touch herself, glancing at some of the men as she did. She saw one rubbing his cock through his trousers, another unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock for all to see.
Simon was amazed by Lizzie's performance. He truly thought she wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Now she was here, in the booth, performing for all of these men. Simon stood in front of her awestruck.
She used her finger to beckon him over, laying down and spreading her legs wide as she did.
Simon was desperate to fuck her again but knew they needed to put on a show for their crowd.
He knelt in front of her, wanking his cock as she rubbed her clit, back arched and breasts pointing for the ceiling. He moved closer so that his cock was almost touching her wet cunt with each movement.
She pulled her knees in, grabbing her thighs and inviting Simon in to her hot cosy private space.
As he moved closer, she moved away, turning over onto all fours and curving her back to push her arse even higher. Simon grabbed her hips and his cock went deep inside. Lizzie cried out with each hard thrust he gave. He fucked harder and harder, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.
Outside at least a dozen men had their cocks in their hands, wanking themselves off to the sight of these hungry whores in front of them.
Lizzie and Simon were lost in the moment, now more concerned with enjoying their fantastic fuck than the thought of being watched.
Simon wanted to change positions and put on more of a show but he was enjoying that tight pussy around his cock.
Pumping hard he tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as possible but then, as Lizzie's cunt tightened around him and she yelled out "I'm cumming!" he could hold back no longer. He continued to pump inside her as he came, then slowly withdrew.
Lizzie span around and sat cross legged in front of him as he stayed kneeling.
She grasped his cock and pulled him towards her, licking her juices off his now softening cock before they collapsed in a heap and kissed one another passionately. When they pulled away from one another, they noticed curtains had been drawn across the booth and they were back in their own private world.
"Fucking hell Lizzie," you're hotter than I ever imagined," confessed Simon.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, raising one eyebrow as she grinned wryly, knowing she was now just as much in control as he was.
The End.
Artist Girl
Artist Girl thought to herself, "This is the night I'm going to get ravaged". She put on her stockings, black boots, and corset under her slinky black dress. Her butt was protruding behind her and ready to be squeezed. She walked down the street away from her dorm and toward the apartments where the nude model lived. She first met him in figure drawing class. Then they had met again at a cafe, and it wasn't long before she found herself no longer a virgin, and to her surprise, loving sex more than she thought. She found out she had a sensual and slutty side. She smiled to herself at the thought. She also smiled at the thought of caressing the lean, muscular body of the nude model, who also happened to be an Asian guy. She had never been with an Asian guy before. She was excited by the thought of being the girl who got to have sex with the model. The fist time she saw Asian Guy's penis she noticed it wasn't circumcised, but that didn't bother her. She actually kind of liked it. She had never seen a penis up close before, so she didn't know what to expect anyway.
She was at Asian Guy's door before she knew it. She anxiously knocked on the door. When he opened the door, she felt a tingle between her legs. They small talked for a bit, but they both knew what was going to happen. Asian Guy poured her a glass of red wine. As he poured the wine all she could think about was the surprise she had for him under her dress. She could feel her stockings press into her soft thighs and her thong gently pressing into the crack of her butt. When he turned around to give her the glass he noticed how round her butt looked.
As excited as she was, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. This was her first year at art school. It was her first year away from her high school sweetheart. They had promised to save themselves for each other. The farthest they went was some nervous fondling in the dark. Her high school sweetheart had no idea that it was already too late for them. As soon as Asian Guy began to caress her thigh she forgot how guilty she felt. She could feel the warmth under her panties as he pressed his hand in between her legs. They were standing in the middle of the living room and kissing, their tongues sliding in and out of each others' mouths, his hand gently rubbing her crotch. She held onto his muscular arms. His other hand slid around to her back side, resting on top of her butt cheek. He could feel his hand sinking into her soft butt. He could tell that she was wearing a thong. She stood there feeling her whole body melting. She thought he was so strong and could not think straight when he touched her. He began to reach up for one of her breasts. He squeezed her breast through her black dress.
Soon she felt cool air on her exposed ass
. Her dress had been lifted up, and her pale and round ass cheeks were being squeezed. Asian Guy was kneading her tit in one hand, her butt in the other. Artist Girl's hand moved down and landed on his crotch. She felt a stiff boner in the palm of her hand. She squeezed it as they both moaned. He grabbed her ass harder and shoved his tongue further into her mouth. They were both panting like dogs as he grabbed her thong and peeled it out of her ass. The hand that was squeezing her breast reached down and lifted up her dress from the front. Asian Guy's fingers were rubbing her pussy from the front and back. She squeezed harder on the bulge under his pants. He knelt down in front of her, and she gasped as he leaned forward and began flicking his tongue between her legs.
She looked down and all she could see was the top of his head under her dress. She reached down and held on to his head as she screamed, "Oh my god!". He had both hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. He shoved his tongue up and down her pussy. She let him keep licking her until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled him back to his feet and decided she would return the favor. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants. His underwear was straining against his boner. She tugged his underwear down, and his hard cock popped out. She was staring right into his dickhead. He looked down and noticed how pretty she looked, and felt lucky she chose him to suck off. She opened her mouth. All he could do was hold his breath as he felt her warm mouth wrap around his cock. She slid her mouth up and down his cock. He was just the right size for her to put almost the whole thing in her mouth before she had to pull it back out again. She could tell he had taken a shower before she had arrived, and that made her enjoy sucking his cock even more. She moved her head up and down and felt every inch of his cock in her mouth. He stood there gazing down at her and petting the top of her head. To Artist Girl, Asian Guy had a huge cock. She didn't want to stop sucking it, and he didn't want her to. His balls felt heavy between his legs.
He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her up and turned her around. She felt him push her towards the couch. He leaned against her from behind and put his weight on top of her. Her knees were on the floor and her chest was pressed into the seat cushions. Her dress was pulled up around her waist. He wrapped his arm under her stomach and held on as he shoved his cock inside her wet pussy. She felt her body sink into the couch. She squealed when he shoved his cock forcefully inside her. He felt relieved now that he was fucking her. His brown Asian ass flexed and pumped her from behind. She could hear herself moan and squeal as he held onto her hips and fucked her. She could feel his balls slapping her clit with every thrust. She felt like she could let him fuck her like that forever. She held on tight to the seat cushions. He could feel every muscle in his body flexing. He looked down and saw nothing but a huge white ass and his brown cock moving back and forth. He listened to her moan and thought she sounded like an animal. Artist Girl could feel herself getting close to having an orgasm. Asian Guy kept pumping his cock into her from behind, and it was too much for her to take. As she was drowning in pleasure, she suddenly felt a pleasant vibration on her clit. Then she remembered that her high school sweetheart was going to call her. She felt guilty again. She slowed down a bit, but realized she enjoyed Asian Guy's cock way too much. She let the phone vibrate on her crotch as Asian Guy pumped his cock into her. She thought, "Oh god oh god I'm going to cum". She began to have an intense orgasm. The phone stopped vibrating for a few seconds as she came. Then it began to vibrate again, which only made her moan some more. Asian Guy slapped her round butt, oblivious to her makeshift vibrator. He continued fucking her as she melted into the couch.
Artist Girl felt her whole body shake as Asian Guy continued to fuck her. She had never felt anything like that before. Asian Guy couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his cock from her pussy, grabbed her ass and told her he needed to cum. He held her down as he gripped his cock and furiously jerked it over her pale, pink ass. He groaned in ecstasy as he shot thick streams of cum over her ass cheeks. She giggled as he dribbled the last drops of his semen onto her back. She was stuck in the cushions of the couch. He laughed and fell down beside her. Artist Girl felt a single vibration on her clit. She knew there was a voice mail from her high school sweetheart waiting for her. She began to feel sad, because she knew it was over between them.
The End.
The Artist
Tina was an artist. At 28, she owned her own art gallery in a posh area in the city. She was smart, outgoing and overly confident. Tall, brunette, blue eyed, she could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.
I met her on opening night. The company I worked for was having a Christmas party and it was to be held at Tina's gallery. It was a great atmosphere. Tina soon became everyone's acquaintance. Everyone I worked with knew Tina.
She'd even dated a few executives that worked under me. It wasn't until the 14th of February, Valentines day; that we truly got to know one another. I was on an abysmal date with a woman I'd met on the Subway. She was like a cold fish. She didn't laugh at any of my jokes and didn't seem to care about anything I said.
After my date was over, to clear my head, I decided to go over to Tina's gallery. I was the only one there. There was something eerie about being alone on Valentines day.
It was then that I saw her, Tina. She didn't expect anyone to be in her gallery at this hour, alone. "I know you." she said in a playful manner.
"Yes, I'm Tim Summers. I come in here from time to time."
"What are you doing alone on Valentines day?" she asked.
I told her about my date and the troubles of finding someone to connect with. This lead to a conversation about relationships, which led to dinner, which led to a kiss, which lead to her saying, "Wanna come up to my place for some coffee?"
I was in heaven. She lived in a studio apartment, very posh... and of course, she wasn't interested in having coffee. As soon as we entered the apartment, she jumped me. She led me over to the sofa where we proceeded to made out like teenagers.
As we continued to fondle each other I could feel my bulge pressing up against my trousers. My pride was so hard, it hurt. I was literally ready to burst. I was enjoying her: her every scent, her every kiss. She was just so damn intoxicating.
Eventually, she pulled herself off me and sat back. She let out a sigh and just smiled at me.
She removed her left shoe and proceeded to rub my crotch with her foot. I moaned as she giggled at my response.
Then she said something that took me completely by surprise. "Can I paint you?"
I was taken back by that. "What? You want to paint me?"
She giggled again. "I think you're a beautiful man. I'd love to have you forever. Who knows, I might even put you up in my gallery next Saturday night"
Suddenly, I was overcome with anxiety. I would be on show, to everyone I knew, helpless and exposed. I was loosing my erection, overcome with extreme nervousness. She could sense my discomfort and continued to giggle at my expense. "It will be fun." She reassured me.
I had to act fast. If I refused, chances were that I would not get to fuck her today; when will I ever have another chance like this? "Okay" I said without thinking.
"Great!" she said leaping from the sofa. "Why don't you get undressed and I'll be back in a few minutes."
As she left the room, I immediately regretted my decision. But it was too late, it was the point of no return. If I backed down now, I would loose all credibility. What would she say? What would she think? What would she tell people if I refused to get naked in front of her?
As I slowly began to disrobe, I began to feel colder and colder. Any sense of excitement and arousal was now gone.... I know how I look when I'm flaccid; and its not at all flattering. I began to think; 'what would be worse? If she saw me in my flaccid state or if I refused to expose myself to her?'
I had stripped down to my boxers when she waltzed in the room with all her utensils, all her brushes, paints and buckets. "Ready?" she asked.
I nodded yes and asked her where she wanted me to
stand. "Why don't you sit on the bench in the center of the room baby?"
I anxiously walked over to the bench and awaited further instructions. I stood there, like a helpless child watching her set up. It seemed as though she was taking forever. "Well?" she asked.
"Wa..Wa..What?" I said in a high-pitched voice.
"All the men I paint are naked. Take your boxers off." She said with hungry eyes. "The best part of the painting is the penis." She said grinning from ear to ear.
As I pulled my boxers down; she shrieked! I think I gave her the shock of her life! "eek! Ohmygod!" She covered her mouth and turned her head the other way. She was obviously embarrassed for me. I quickly covered myself with both hands, it was instinct.
Her face went beet red, embarrassed. Obviously, I could tell that she now saw me in a different light. Without facing me, she asked "Are you cold?"
"No, just nervous. I've never been painted before." I admitted.
She regained her composure and said, "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Penises are funny little things. So unpredictable..... can I see it again? Can you move your hands out of the way?....."
I was reluctant to.
"Oh come-on. I'm not like other girls, I won't laugh at you, I promise."
Slowly, I let my hands fall to my sides. She took a good long look. "hmmm. I think I'll call this painting 'the frightened turtle'" she let out another giggle as I covered myself once again in utter embarrassment.
"You said you wouldn't laugh!" I pleaded with her
"I'm s..s..sorry. Really. I don't mean to laugh. You just, just look so silly covering yourself like that. You look like a frightened turtle. Like a little boy!"
After several minutes of her giggle-fest, she finally started to compose herself. "Okay baby. Can I get you to sit on the bench?"
Following her instructions, (still covering myself) I sat on the cold steel bench in the center of the room. "That's good.... Umm, try to strike a pose for me."
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