Portrait Of Want
Annie wasn't really sure what she was doing here. The guy had
approached her at a bar and told her he was a painter and told her he wanted
to paint her. She had thought it was a tacky pick up line until she found
out later that he was actually rather well known around town and had a good
chance of becoming famous. He painted female nudes exclusively and had been
featured in a couple of national shows. So, she decided to contact him again,
she wanted to model after all.
Now she was naked before him and she felt sort of weird about
it. Not that she was ashamed of her body at all. She worked hard on making
it look this good. Her heavy b cup breasts didn't sag at all and you could
bounce a coin off her taut belly. Her brown hair was cropped short and framed
her angelic face perfectly and there was no sign of any sun aging in her 20
year old face. She was a knock out and she was proud of that but, all that
being said, it still made her nervous standing there.
Maybe it was because he wasn't looking at her like guys normally
did. Normally when a guy stared at her tits, it was because he was thinking
about touching them or sucking them. When they stared at her pussy it was
because they wanted to slide into it and fuck her. He wasn't looking at her
like that though. He was examining her and sizing her up. Not like judgment
but, like he was drinking her in, like his eyes were touching her all over.
She was nervous about that sort of scrutiny. Nervous and a little aroused.
He smiled and licked his lips and nodded his head as he walked
around her, turning her body this way and that. He examined every inch of
her from different angles and views. He crouched down and his face was only
inches from her ass and then he bent her over. She felt hesitant about exposing
herself so completely but, also excited by him probing her body with his gaze.
She bent over and he looked for a long moment at her shaved pussy and then
stood and looked down on her cute little butt. He smiled and nodded.
She wanted to scream, "What the fuck do you keep smiling
and nodding about?" but, she didn't. She waited until he gently straightened
her back up and then walked over to his art supplies. His back was too her
and she was dying wanting to know what all that was about. She could feel
her pussy starting to get wet as she noticed the room temperature rising.
. . or was it just her. Her nipples were very stiff and ached, she wanted
to play with them, pull on them.
"Tell me Carrie, do you masturbate often?" His voice
was like a hammer shattering the silence. The shock of his voice and the shock
of the question combined to leave her speechless. Her turned back around to
her and smiled. "I'm sorry, I shocked you." He smiled at her and
she felt herself blushing all over.
"I just didn't . . ." She stammered.
He raised his hand and moved closer to her. "Please. .
.I didn't mean to pry. It's just I noticed scratches from nail on your pussy
lips and wondered if they were from you or another woman." Carrie was
still speechless. She didn't know how to answer. . .she hadn't known she had
scratched herself last time she had masturbated.
"The reason I ask is because I want to capture you in the
piece. I want to show what you think is sexy. Thus, if you like to masturbate,"
His eyes locked with hers and she couldn't look away, "Then please feel
free to if you'd like to now." There was no trace of lewdness in his
voice. He spoke to her in an honest, matter of fact tone that set her off
guard. She had masturbated for some of her boyfriends and knew how much they
loved to watch her play with herself but, this was different.
"I don't think. . ." Carrie said and let the words
drain away as she saw the bulge in his jeans. His cock must be huge, she thought
to herself. It was running a good 9 to 10 inches down his right pants leg.
He smiled as he saw where her eyes had strayed and let her look at him as
he had examined her. She felt the warmth in her pussy beginning to intensify
and grow into an inferno.
"I don't. . ." She tried to complete her former thought
and suddenly had forgotten what it was. Then she realized he was waiting for
her to speak as he selected out his paints and squished gobs of colors onto
his palette. She didn't know what he was waiting for, she could barely remember
her own name. She wasn't usually given to this sort of school girl fluster
but, something about him, something about here, something about the idea of
having herself painted while masturbating got to her. "OK." She
answered him in a small voice.
He smiled at her and then gestured to the bed in the center
of his studio. She walked to it nervously and then sat on the edge. He turned
again and began to select out several brushes of various sizes and Carrie's
mind wandered to thinking about how it would feel to have those brushes run
over her naked flesh. He turned and smiled at her again and nodded and turned
back around.
"What's all the nodding." She finally asked.
He turned back and smiled, "You are as sensual and sexy
as I thought you would be. I was nodding to myself thinking that I had been
right, you are someone who should be painted and shared." Carrie was
floored by that answer. Of all the lines guys had ever used on her, that one
made her feel weak kneed and he wasn't even trying to fuck her!
"Thank you." She said blushing.
"No, thank you. I am the one who is thankful. I get to capture you for all time." He said and smiled at her.
That smiled was like a stroke on her flesh, she began to tingle
all over and felt her pussy begin to drip. There was no turning back now she
decided. She lay back on the bed and let her hands brush over her stiff nipples,
her body jerked at the feel of it.
He didn't say a word but she could hear him starting to paint.
With one hand she began to pinch her nipple while the other dipped down across
her belly, dragging her nails across her bare skin. As it slid between her
legs she spread her legs as far apart as she could. The pussy lips spread
and the cold air rushed into her slit and she shuddered. Her fingers dipped
into her pussy and rubbed across her clit, sending spasms of pleasure through
her.
He was watching her and painting and then watching again. Like
he was drinking her in as she played with herself. He watched her opening
up like a flower, slowly showing more of her sexuality to him with each second.
He drank her in and then his brushes licked her onto the canvas.
Carrie began to finger fuck herself, sliding two fingers into
her soaking wet pussy. She pulled on her nipple so hard she moaned loudly
at the pain she caused herself. Her palm pressed and rubbed on her clit as
her fingers began to pump her pussy.
She felt her juices dripping down her ass as she fucked herself
for him. In her mind, she could feel his huge cock sliding into her tight
young pussy and fucking her good. She could feel the power of his cock as
it drove into her again and again and began to drive her over the edge to
orgasm. She pulled hard on her nipple and could feel his teeth biting it and
his hands squeezing her breast. She began to scream and thrash her head back
and forth as his cock was fucking her hard and fast.
Her fingers slammed into her pussy so hard she screamed each
time. He worked feverishly to capture the image before him. The sensuality
and the sexuality of it. The lewdness and the innocence of it. His brushes
licked her body onto the canvas and the colors blended and the image began
to appear.
She had already cum several times but, couldn't stop. She couldn't
stop fucking herself, her arousal seemed insatiable today. He watched and
pained and she fucked herself in every position she could think of for over
two hours. Her pussy was raw from her fingers as she slid the three fingers
she had been using out of her pussy. She was stretched wide and sore. She
sucked her cum off her hands as he finally placed the last brush down on the
palette again and stretched. He smiled at her and raised one eyebrow and she
giggled.
She motioned for him to show her and he shook his head. She
grunted in frustration and he laughed and took hold of the painting. He spun
it around and she looked in wonder at it.
"Is that really what I look like?" She asked in awe.
He nodded to her and she looked at the painting again, it was
her. There was no doubt of that. That was her. My god, she thought, no wonder
they liked to watch. He smiled at the look on her face and knew he had done
her justice. Then a grin came across her face and she lay back on the bed
and laughed.
"What is the laugh for?" He asked.
"I was just wondering something. . ." She said.
"Wondering what?" He asked.
She propped herself up on one elbow and smiled at him. "Would
you do a painting for me tomorrow?" She laughed and her smile turned
very sexual and she stared directly at his hard cock. "I want you to
do a picture of what I look like right after I get fucked."
He smiled at her and laughed. "I think that could be arranged."