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Barb moved down and continued her sucking of Carol’s pussy while I
straddled her chest. Her tits were under me as I watched my cock slide
in and out of her mouth. Barb moved up and began to lick my ass hole
with her tongue. She was reaming me slowly with her tongue probing my
opening while I fucked her friend in the mouth. After a few minutes of
this Barb got me off Carol and turned her over onto her stomach. Her
ass was sticking in the air. It was perfect. Barb smiled at me and
licked Carol’s pussy. She guided me behind Carol and slowly guided my
cock into her friends pussy. My prick slowly sank into her cunt. Her
pussy lips closed over my head and pulled me deeper inside her. Barb
was squeezing her tit and guiding her movements as I pumped my cock
harder and harder into her warm pussy. I felt like I would explode. I
yelled I was about to cum, as Barb pulled my cock from Carol’s cunt and
lay under me with her mouth open. She yanked and jerked my rod until I
came into her open mouth. Load after load poured from my swollen cock
into her mouth and dripped down her face. The hot white cum was
puddling in her mouth. Her tongue rolled it back and forth as I
watched. She move up and shared her treat with Carol. They kissed
furiously as they moved my cum from mouth to mouth. Little lines of it
dripped from their mouths and down their chins. This was the wildest
act I had ever seen. We all fell back exhauseted.

Artist and his works

It was only later, when the two got frisky again and decided to take
it to the bedroom, that Daniel’s live-in girlfriend came home early from
work with the flu and a serious headache. She was looking for a hug, some
warm blankets, and a mug of hot chocolate. What Angie found instead was
Daniel on his knees receiving an elaborate and very enthusiastic blowjob
from the Portuguese in the bed the two of them had shared for over a year.
Angie blew up. She tore through the place, destroying enough of Daniel’s
artwork to occupy months of his time repainting. With the Portuguese fled
and Angie’s blonde strands matted against her face by tears and sweat, she
turned on Daniel. “HOW COULD YOU?” she’d shrieked. The relationship had
ended there.
Daniel shuddered at the memory and stared hauntingly at the painting
he’d done right after the split, hanging now in the vast study. The
painting he gave away to purge off his guilt and sadness. To this day
Daniel wasn’t quite sure why he’d painted his former girlfriend stretched
out in the exact pose taken by the Portuguese girl. Angie looked beautiful
in the picture even with her back facing you. If only he could see her eyes…
Daniel looked away to catch Lydia wandering about the other paintings.
He drained the last of his brandy and set the glass down on an oak table.
His head buzzed slightly from the alcohol. Lydia glanced his way as he
approached. (more…)

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The Portuguese grunted as he began thrusting fully. His extensions
were smooth and quick. Images of a thousand ceremonial steel swords
whisking in and out of smooth sheathes filled his head as the pleasure
mounted. Desperately now Daniel reached to finger the woman’s clitoris.
Rubbing quickly, furiously, and in time with his thrusts, Daniel elicited
a long series of gasps from the woman’s panting, wide open mouth. They
were close.
He kept pounding her until he felt something twinge in his balls, a
clicking gate that took a slight second to open. And then he came,
flooding her with his come, his mind seizing up with pleasure and burning
in the orgasmic joy. He wrapped his strong arms tightly around her stomach
and squeezed. His cock rammed itself in as far as it could while he came
and came and came, jetting silent rainbows of essence into her open
depths. The world lost focus and slipped off its axis.

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He began imagining the scene in his mind’s eye, Lydia seated
comfortably in his studio, ready to pose. Helplessly he pictured her
wearing a crimson and black frilly teddy emphasizing a high bust and tight
curves. Her crossing and uncrossing a pair of legs sheathed in thigh-high
black leather boots. Leering with intense wanton lust. Licking her lips at
him… Daniel locked away the image and stuffed it back in the hormonal
closets of his mind.
“The eyes,” he started over. “I’d have to check for the dominant feelings
there, and pick one to set the whole mood.” Daniel looked into her eyes now.
Soft, warm, open, melting, innocent, sensual, aware, unassuming, caring… a
rush of superlative adjectives tumbled over each other in his head. “Then I’d
draw the face around the framework of emotion. The hardest part is getting
the eyes just right.” He knew he’d never get her eyes wrong. “If the eyes
work out, everything else just falls into place,” he added quietly.

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On that gorgeous woman, the dress lulled you. It said she was too
beautiful to be dangerous, too soft — too lush — on the outside to
possess a hard core. It took an adult jaguar out of the rainforest and
transformed her into a curled up, night black Persian. Every deliberate,
graceful gesture became the flowing gesture of a fairytale, virginal princess.
Her chestnut brown hair fell in soft waves around a classically lovely
oval face. Naturally red lips bore no trace of lipstick; they drew the eye
regardless whenever her smile lit up fully. Her unfurrowed brow and
flawless skin implied that she was about 25 years old. The woman’s deep
brown eyes looked around attentively. She smiled often, lips parted
slightly, teeth pearly as she breathed with soft and luscious ease.
The radiant woman stood by one of the ballroom’s ornate pillars across
a marble floor cluttered by VIPs. The crowd swirled and flowed like a
muttering tide, content with lively chatter. When one whorl of people moved
aside for a moment, Daniel glimpsed her then for the first time, and simply
blinked. She was laughing with a small group at the opposite end of the far
room, making animated, airy motions with her gloved hands.