by Megan West
She glanced at his glistening body as he delicately rested her weak legs on the ground. He slowly began to pull out, the sudden movement causing more tingles to radiate from her core. A final shiver of pleasure racked through her body.
As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, Jen became aware of her current state. Her hands still propped up behind her, ass smeared in blue paint. As much as she wanted to roll over and fuck him again, she wanted a shower more.
“Well, can't say I've done that before” Rick said breaking the silence, a faint laugh catching in his throat.
“I've never used my ass as a paintbrush before.” Jen said with laughter. She couldn't help but notice the absurdity of it all.
“You haven't? Well then you haven't been making art fun.” She loved it when he spoke in his sarcastic voice, with that smirk of his.
“I have to go get cleaned up” She said as she forced her weak limbs to lift her from the floor. She made her way to the bathroom, careful not to spread paint anywhere.
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When she got out of the shower she found Rick fully clothed and studying the canvas on the floor, as if he were deep in thought.
“I think I've found a painting you can enter into the art show.” He said as his eyes met hers, a giant grin appearing on his face.
She looked down at the once blank canvas. It actually was quite interesting, captivating even. A bright orange filled with swirls and circles covered the top corner. Every few inches a finger or even half a hand print could be made out within the orange whirls. The rest of the canvas was covered in a crimson red and deep blue. The colors blended perfectly together. The blue had intriguing textures and smears where she had slid back and forth.
The painting itself was provocative to look at. But it was like a time capsule for her. She could look at every swirl of orange and imagine his cock sliding in and out of her again. The blending of the red and blue made her heart jitter. Looking at the painting made her feel alive. She felt all the same feelings she had during its creation. She felt the power and control she had over Rick. The way she could turn a calm and confident man upside down and make him shudder and give in to his passion.
She looked at the painting and not only saw the creation of it itself, but also the creation of something new inside of her. A sense of true confidence and security she had never felt before. And she loved it.
She looked back at Rick with a devilish smile. “Let's do it”.
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The art gallery was filled with people the night of the art show. Jen had never been to one of these special invite shows before, but it was everything she imagined it to be. More delicious food, wine, and champagne she could dream of. Countless waitresses and waiters bustling about with trays of food and drinks. The large showroom was filled with impressive people, all dressed in fine clothes.
Rick had placed her painting dead center in the room. It looked vibrant and full of life hanging on the stale white wall. When she looked at it she felt a rush of excitement. It was her successful conquest for control over the popular Rick Harmon, embodied in a large colorful painting for everyone to see.
In the course of an hour she had seen a few actors and actresses, a senator, and even the mayor stop by and all shake hands with Rick. He was like a magnet for everybody in the room. Looking at her giant painting on the wall and watching important people with Rick made her think back to their night together. How she had taken what she wanted from him.
She let her thoughts wander until she felt the all too familiar ache. Flushed with wetness, she watched him from across the room. She didn't want to wait until later that night to have him.
She began making her way towards Rick saying hello to a few people along the way. After giving him a light touch on the elbow and a suggestive head nod to follow her, she began making her way towards his office door.
“What's up?”
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Jen asked, motioning him into the office. Rick opened the door while scanning the crowded room, ensuring no one was attempting to get his attention.
Once inside the office he closed the door quietly, trying not to attract to much attention towards them. As soon as he turned around she planted a passionate kiss on his lips, her hands exploring his stomach underneath his suit jacket.
“What is it you want?” He asked, cracking a slight smile.
“I want you to fuck me.” She commanded in a stern, as a matter of fact tone. Her hand slowly working its way past the outside of his belt buckle.
“We can't do that here.” He laughed, motioning towards the others outside.
She ignored his surprised look on his face and pulled him in for another kiss. His stubble tickled her chin as she admired the familiar taste of fine wine on his tongue. Her hand gripped his growing cock from the outside. A slight pant escaped his chest as she playfully bit his lip.
“Are you serious?” He asked. His breathing becoming heavier as she worked him through his slacks.
“You're damn right I'm serious.” She answered, feeling his cock become fully erect from her touch.
“Just a quickie.” She said as she lightly pushed him away and made her way towards his desk. She was all business and not wanting to waste a second. Once at the desk, she grabbed her panties and worked them down her legs; leaving them dangling on one ankle. Once freed from her underwear she scrunched her tight dress over her ass and leaned against the glass desk.
He was behind her and unbuckling his belt in no time. She felt the cool glass table top press against her belly, her pussy wet and throbbing. Finally she felt his firm grip on her shoulder force her down further on the desk. Her breasts pressed against the cold glass. The head of his dick parted her lips briefly before he entered her with a quick thrust. She spread her arms out across the cold glass and gripped the other end of the desk, bracing herself as he began fucking her. A light squeaking filled the air as her chest scraped back and forth against the glass top. She felt a slight pain as his thrusts forced her hips to grind into the edge of the desk. Her juices soaked her inner thighs, the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy turned her on more than ever. His hand gripped her hip as he fucked her faster. The other reached around and feathered her clit in a circular motion that drove her crazy. She felt like she was on fire. A heat was building up in her groin and waiting to explode.
She felt she had complete control over him. Like he was a dog that obeyed her every order. All she had to do was show her pussy and bend over and he would be there, ready to fuck her on command. Unable to control the wild urges she gave him.
She gripped the desk tightly as she prepared for her explosion, reminding herself to stay quiet so they wouldn't attract any attention from outside. She could feel the tingles building in her core, ready to cascade throughout her body. Her hips pressed harder against the glass as he leaned his body over hers. His hands gripping her shoulders as he forced his cock even deeper inside.
She clenched her teeth down, careful not to yelp out as the fire flooded her body. Tingles of electricity shot up her back causing her knees to buckle and her legs to tremble. She felt him grip her shoulders so tight it was almost painful as he thrust into her deeper than before, his cock erupting inside her. She leaned into the glass, unable to support herself on her weak legs. A finale tremor racked through her body.
The glass table was no longer cold but warm; hot even from her body being pressed against it. She felt his cock slowly slip out of her. He leaned on the desk and attempted to catch his breath while Jen took a moment for herself still bent over and spread out on the glass; not wanting to have her legs support her yet.
“You got what you wanted” He panted. His head hung low from exhaustion.
“I'm pretty good at getting what I want.” She said with a smirk as she stood and began tidying herself up.<
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“Oh are you now?” He asked as he zipped his pants up, and straightened his tie.
“I have a painting hanging on the wall out there don't I?”
He paused for a moment attempting to read her expression.
“We should get back out there” He motioned towards the door. They both checked themselves out in the full length mirror before opening the door.
The party hadn't seemed to slow down at all while they were gone. Jen wasn't surprised, they weren't in there for more than ten minutes. Luckily no one appeared to have heard them either, the talking of the crowd, the shuffling of dishes, and the clanking of glassware was loud enough to mask their sexual escapades.
Just as they began to part ways Jen noticed someone intently studying her painting.
“Do you know who that is?” She asked Rick, motioning to the stranger across the room.
He was very well kept and wearing an impeccable tuxedo. He looked a bit older than Jen, she guessed he was in his late thirties, early forties. She couldn't tell for sure underneath his tux, but he looked somewhat built. With broad shoulders and large hands, he looked bigger than the average guy. He was clean shaven and had dark hair with a dust of white. She found him very attractive despite his age difference.
“That's George White. A prominent art collector here in the city. He's not seen out very much, usually he sends one of his assistants to buy his art. Looks like he's taken a liking to your painting. You should go talk to him, maybe he'll make you an offer.”
“Or maybe I'll make him one” She said with a chuckle.
“Ha! You might get a good deal, he's worth a fortune.”
“I will” She smiled. “Wish me luck!” She exclaimed as she made her way towards the stranger.
“All the luck in the world.” Rick said, admiring Jen as she walked away. He couldn't place exactly what it was. But there was something about her he found completely alluring.
