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Subject: {ASSM} The Painter's Secret Part 1 (F/M, voy, exh, cons)
Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 00:10:04 -0500
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 The Painter's Secret

     An image slowly began to appear against the dry canvas.  Long broad
strokes accompanied by quick thrusts; the painter painted intensely,
eyes darting back and forth between Kylie and the beginnings of her
likeness on the canvas.  Kylie's face held a constant somber expression
as she stood, posing with only an off-white blanket wrapped around her
nude body.  Her amber hair looked purposefully unkempt, yet her bangs
pointed in towards her pretty face symetrically.  Her nose was elegant
and perfect, slightly freckled, and small enough not to notice
immediately, but once noticed, made her all the more adorable.  Her
burgundy lips were pouty and innocent, contrasting with the softer red
of her hair, a detail that the painter exaggerated.  Her dark brown eyes
masked her fear as well as her excitement.
     As he continued to paint, she became aware of how hard her nipples
were, pressing against the blanket which was simultaneously soft and
rough.  It wasn't cold in the room, but she did feel quite exposed and
her nipples were practically poking through the loose fabric.  She was
also faintly aware that the outline of her pubic hair must be visible
through the thin blanket. She felt compelled to look down at her body to
confirm some of these suspicions but she didn't want to throw off the
concentration of the painter.
     She had met him online and the words he typed in their private chat
sessions had somehow entranced her, yet he never seemed to be outwardly
hitting on her.  He had emailed a few of his works which had been
scanned into digital format, and Kylie was impressed enough to take him
up on his offer to do a portrait of her.  She looked relaxed but inside
she felt tense as she kept reminding herself that being painted while
wearing only a blanket was artistic and not a ploy instigated by the
painter to get her into bed with him.
     Not that she hadn't thought about it.  After all he was an
attractive guy, and he had a sweet pad, filled with modern furniture,
bizarre plants, African art, dim lights, and an immense and varied
collection of ethnic music.  He had made her at ease with light
conversation, soft smiles and a little wine before they began.  He was a
perfect gentleman and turned around when she disrobed and wrapped the
blanket around herself.  She stole glances into his big brown eyes,
which were focusing mostly on her lower body at the moment as he
painted.  She imagined what he was thinking.  He appeared to be working
like a pro, thinking of only technical and artistic aspects.  She
appeared to be posing like a pro, yet here she was thinking about him,
what kind of person he was.  She imagined letting her guard down,
letting the blanket slip off to the floor and standing nude in front of
him.  How would he react?
     She started to lose herself in thought but she fixed her gaze on
him with a little effort as she pictured his reaction to her sudden
nakedness, imagining the surprise and then perhaps arousal registering
in his face as he walks over to touch her.  And he plants soft kisses on
her neck like little rose petals and his hand touches her arm, no
friction, just smooth caressing.   His hand makes it's way to her breast
and he pinches her hard nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pushing up
and against her entire round breast while he kisses her on the mouth,
eyes shut, tongues sliding against eachother wonderfully.  And she wraps
her arms around him, losing all inhibitions and they start to make wild,
wild love and -
     Suddenly her blanket actually slipped as her hand inadvertantly
lost it's grip and a breast popped out, hard nipple sticking out like
a... hard nipple sticking out.  A shocked look on the painter's face
matched Kylie's expression as she blushed and pulled the blanket back up
over her tit.  Then she smiled at the ludicrousness of it all, and
relaxed when they laughed together.
     "I'm sorry," she said sheepishly.
     "Oh, no, don't be sorry, there's no reason to be sorry," said the
painter. Then, after an awkward pause, "I'm sorry for staring like an
oppressed sex offender," and Kylie laughed once more.  "But you do have
a beautiful body.  Nothing to be ashamed about."
     "Thanks Jack," Kylie said, blushing once more.
     "Do you want to stop?" Jack said.
     Kylie looked at him.  He looked so sweet and safe to be with.  Not
someone she should be so shy about her body with.  She looked down and
said, "Well can we take a little break?"
     "Not really, we can stop if you want, but I need you in that exact
spot where you are standing to finish this right.  Just a little
longer?" he smiled.
     Kylie smiled back, "Ok."  And after a few instructions on getting
back into the same pose, he was painting again as if nothing had
happened.
     Kylie then became frighteningly aware of how wet her pussy was and
she wondered frantically if she had soaked onto the blanket at all and
created any obvious wet spots.  The thought of Jack seeing her getting
wet actually turned her on and she got wetter.  Fleetingly she thought
about her beautiful breast popping out and how he obviously was happy to
see it.  The humiliation of the whole experience was turning her on,
much to her surprise and dismay.
     "Ok, done," Jack said suddenly, startling her.  As he was putting
away some of his materials she sneaked a glance down at the blanket and
did not notice anything obvious.     "You were great Kylie, thanks for
doing this."
     She looked back up fast and said "Oh thanks, it was my pleasure,"
with a smile.  "You know I would be willing to do this again sometime,"
she said innocently, sitting down with the blanket still wrapped tightly
around her body.
     "Really?  That's cool," Jack said, looking at her with more than
just a little desire now.
     "I mean, do you ever do..." and she trailed off.
     "Do what?"
     "I mean you must paint some nudes right?"
     And with total professionalism Jack replied that he had done
several.  Kylie felt like she was losing control -  and she reveled in
it  - when she stood up and let the blanket drop to the floor.  Jack
looked shocked and excited at the same time.  "I suddenly don't feel
like painting," he said and she laughed, starting to feel a little
silly.  Then he walked over to her and started kissing her, holding her
waist with his hands and pulling her close.  She responded to his
kissing with her tongue in his mouth and hugged him passionately while
his hands found their way to her ass and squeezed gently and
rhythmically.  It was different and very erotic; she could feel her
pussy being stimulated via her ass being squeezed, as his fingertips
were dangerously close to her anus.  She breathed heavily into his mouth
and tried to take off his shirt but he didn't let her.
     Instead he turned her around and bent her over the chair.  He
kissed her bouncy butt cheeks while his hands reached underneath to her
breasts and pinched the nipples between his fingers.  She felt a little
wierd at this strange turn but that melted away like ice on a summer day
when his tongue reached her pussy from behind.  "Ooooh," she gasped in
surprise and started to push her ass back into his face while he
expertly licked her slit.  She was so wet from all the events leading up
to this that she almost came instantly, but instead she allowed just a
small orgasm to leak out.  She felt so turned on being so sexually
exposed in front of this gorgeous man who was still fully clothed.  Then
his tongue slipped inside her pussy and up to her clit and then back
inside and the pattern continued while his hands gently massaged her
luscious ass.  He worked her up to a much bigger orgasm and just as she
was coming he smacked her ass with his hand but not too harshly.  She
reacted favorably with an extra moan so he did it again a little harder,
and it was exquisite to be spanked while coming against his tongue.
After a few more rough slaps he stopped and kissed her lightly stinging
ass, which was now red with handprints.   Then she turned around and
ripped his clothes off and this time he let her.  They kissed briefly
and sloppily, breathing heavy and losing themselves in lust and then she
turned her attention to his cock, which was now turning it's attention
to her.  She kissed her way down his somewhat hairy chest and to his
belly and then kissed near his cock, which proved to be very sensitive
as he flinched.  She looked up at him, standing above her and stroking
her hair as he looked down at her on her knees in front of him. She
looked like a cute schoolgirl and an ancient Egyptian statuette at the
same time.  She started to take his penis into her warm, wet mouth,
sucking it's hardness with zeal to spare.  He shut his eyes and released
a slight groan of pleasure, moving his head back to an upright
position.  His cock was not too big yet it was quite thick, almost a
little too much for her petite mouth.  His hands clutched her head and
he started to fuck her mouth, sliding against her tongue happily.
     He took his cock out and she wiped spit from her lip.  Then he got
down on the rug with her, and they kissed on the floor, pressing against
eachother and passionately touching eachother everywhere.  It didn't
take long for him to get on top of her and enter her, which made her
moan immediately at the feeling of release to be filled so
satisfyingly.  She spread her legs all the way and took him in as far as
he would go and she held on to him with a sudden burst of emotion, not
wanting to let go because she felt so incredibly sexy and desirable.  He
came down on top of her, his head on the right side of hers, kissing her
neck and ear, holding her arms out above her head as he fucked her.
     They came together, moaning and sweating like two primal beasts of
nature, exchanging energy and fluids.  He got off her and they sighed
together, holding hands and slowly returning to Earth.  After moving
into the bedroom to cuddle on the bed, she started to get up.
     "I really should get going now."
     "OK," Jack said simply.  He followed her out into the living room
where she picked up her scattered clothes.  As she bent over she felt
Jack's hard, throbbing dick pressing against her asshole and his hands
rubbing her back.  The massage to her aching back muscles was
hypnotizing and she didn't want to get up from the position, but she
didn't feel ready for anal sex at the moment either.
     "Jack?" she said.
     "Yes, baby?"
     "What are you doing?" she breathed as his penis rubbed against her
wet pussy.  At that moment she didn't care what he did to her.
     "I'm just walking you out," he said nonchalantly.  He pressed his
mostly hard erection against her wet cunt, sliding in and out of her
legs but not entering her.  He reached around and touched her clit with
his middle finger and it was extra sensitive.  "Open the shade," he
said.
     She enjoyed the sensation of his finger on her clit a little longer
before blurting out, "What?"
     "The window in front of you."  She looked up and pulled the shade
open in front of her, revealing several windows in an apartment building
across the street.  It was dusk and the many of the windows were lit
up.  Jack's windows were gigantic as he lived in an old warehouse that
had been converted to an apartment complex.  Then the light inside grew
brighter and Jack must have grabbed a remote or something and turned the
dimmer all the way up.  Kylie could see some people in the windows
across the street, a few were taking notice.   A woman with a towel over
her head in her bathroom watched the two lovers with growing
fascination.  In another apartment, a couple turned off a TV and
approached their window.  A few other windows remained empty with the
lights on and yet more windows featured people who hadn't noticed yet.
One person pulled their shade down in disgust; another shut their light
off so as to not be seen peeping in on them.  Who knows how many more
could be watching secretly with their lights out or if any of them had a
video camera.  Kylie moaned in astonishment as Jack's hard cock pushed
into her ass.
     "Wait," she said and turned around to suck his dick.  He pulled her
towards the window so their audience could watch the show.   She sucked
like a pro and felt incredibly feminine giving oral pleasure to this
sexy, mysterious man in front of random strangers.  Glancing out the
window Kylie noticed the couple were kissing and stripping as they
watched, putting on a little show of their own and the woman with the
towel on her head was just staring open-mouthed at the lover's blantant
display of sexuality.  She detected the faint, musky taste of her own
pussy still clinging to his cock and it added to the dirtiness of what
she was doing.  She felt like a bad little girl when he started to say,
"Suck my cock baby, ooh suck my dick,"  and she felt like a good little
girl when he said, "You're doing such a good job, that feels so good,
oooh you're such a good girl," emphasizing the words "such" and "so"
like he was a benevolent disciplinarian.  She reached around and grabbed
his hairy ass, squeezing it like he had squeezed her's earlier and it
seemed to have the same effect because she felt him harden even more in
her mouth.   She wanted him to cum and she kept his dick fucking her
mouth by pulling his ass towards her.   She could feel him struggling a
little cause he had other plans but it was too late. She was doing such
a great job that Jack started to cum in spite of himself and she
switched to using her hand as his hot cum shot on to her face and lips,
his most visible and powerful form of masculinity, exploding on to her
face with total tension and release.  She felt like a porn star, a slut,
and a princess receiving a naughty gift from a dragon all at the same
time.   It was wonderful.   At any other time she would have felt
appalled to be licking fresh cum off her face in front of strangers, but
tonight it was liberating.  And the night was far from over.

End of Part 1...

by Master Z

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