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."
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