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Portrait

By: budnging2000



She always sat on the back of that ugly beat up car, a rusted box, drinking her beer. I passed her every evening, coming home. She was usually barefoot, her jeans tattered at the bottom. Some days she smoked as she drank, other times it was just the beer, watching the few cars that passed her on that backroad. I knew her name, hell, every guy in town knew her. We had all loved her in school, wanted her. She was Homecoming queen, Prom queen, student this, that. She had smiled, waved as expected when she won, but there was something behind that smile that seemed gone, hollow. I had pictured her in my mind many times, her cheerleaders outfit being pushed up by me, not that asshole jock she married. My hands had played across her tan skin, lips kissing hers, hands fumbling into her panties. I usually came at that image, drifting to sleep with sticky fingers. 

Now she lived down a quiet stretch from me, married to Mr. Asshole, still beautiful, but sad looking too. Every day she was there, a drink or cigarette her friend, just looking at us. I never stopped, never had the nerve. I started to count on her being there. If she was gone I panicked a little, wondering what was wrong, if she had left him, left me also. She would always be back, her feet kicking in the wind, a tune where only she heard the beat.

It happened so quickly I almost missed it. She waved as I drove past. She waved at me. I didn't wreck, luckily. My eyes were so far behind me trying to see her I just clipped the tree with my side mirror, the spring snapping it back hard, scaring the shit out of me. I jerked the truck back hard, too fast now...fuck..., fishtailed, then went straight again. I was embarrassed, sweating with adrenaline. Great, just great... she waves and I damn near kill myself. I didn't turn around. I jerked off that night, alone in the bathroom, my wife sleeping. I pictured her waving, her smile. She was naked now, her breasts tan, no lines. Her hips swayed as she walked to me, she smiled as we touched, she seemed electric. Her hands were cool, delicate as they touched me. I came when she pushed her hands inside my jeans. 

"Damn" I thought, "Fifteen years, and I still can't go all the way with her." 

She was not there the next day, or the next. I started to think that she had wanted to say something to me, but after watching my near crash had thought better of it. Each evening as I came around the bend to her I sat up straighter, then slumped again, alone. The third day she was there again. Sitting on that heap, drinking again as a misty rain started to drizzle on her. She waved at me again. I stopped clean this time, I wanted to talk to her, know that this was real. I parked close to her, started to get out. She walked up to me, pushed me back. "Wait, not here. I wanna get in. We can go on down to mine, he's gone on a trip with his loser buddies. He called from Florida. It's all Marlins and strippers by now." She climbed in my truck, her hand never leaving the beer or the cigarette clutched tight in one small fist. " Do you remember me, from school I mean?" I asked her.

"Honey, I remember EVERYONE from school. You too, even if you never seemed interested enough to ask me out" she smiled wanly at that, like she was going back there in her head, then she shook a little, smiled at me again. 

"Hell, you know I wanted to ask you out, but you were always with Mr. Sports, and I liked walking without a cane" I said. 

She laughed at me, not mean, just a giggle. Then more, louder, finally she spilled a little of her beer as she shook, her T-shirt wet now. Damn, right on her breast, right there.' Thanks, I'm hard now' I thought. 

"I'm sorry, it's not you. It's just thinking about him, how many times I fucked around behind him then. I wished you'd asked me. I stopped after we got married. I wanted to be a wife then, no foolin' around. Then he found out I couldn't have his litter. He never looks at me sober anymore. Fuck, he doesn't look at me much of anyways now." She looked away at that last part, her hand covering her mouth. The cigarette blew smoke into the bottle, then she sucked down another drink.

She just looked straight ahead. I tried to process everything that I had just heard, put it together somehow. He never touched her anymore? What the fuck? Cause she didn't have his damn kids? Like I said, asshole then, asshole now. I didn't have kids, but that was by choice. I didn't touch my wife cause I got tired of the slap on my hand that usually followed, or the boring routine if she didn't. She sat quietly, sipping her beer as I drove to her home. It was sat far back from the end of the road, no one else around her for a mile. I have to admit it was beautiful. With the money he made playing ball it should have been. I still smile remembering watching him blow out a knee running down a routine ground ball. Fucker, he didn't appreciate her then, didn't now. Now he sold real estate, took trips without her. I wondered how anyone could let her out of his sight without breaking. 

When we stopped she slid to the door, turning to look at me. I felt like I was being appraised, studied. It felt a little unnerving. She looked at me like I imagine I look at girls at a strip club. We talked about what we had both done since school a thousand years ago. She told me she had wanted to go to college, but he wanted her home, available to travel to see him when he wanted while on the road. She said after the first year that was less and less, the women on the road new, always pushing him. She said she did not mind really, he was lousy in bed, but she did like spending his money.

I just followed her, picturing how her mouth would look open, saying 'yes' to me. I drank with her, after six feeling a little like I was swimming, like she was talking to me under water. I blinked once, then saw that she was next to me. I never saw her move, she was just there. When she leaned in this time I didn't cum like in the dream, I just settled into the kiss, alcohol I guess making me bolder that in the past. It was what I had thought about, but firmer, the tongue pushing inside my mouth more insistent. She licked me, my hands bunching in her hair as I felt that buzz start in the back of your mind when you haven't breathed in enough air. We broke then, gasping a little. I saw her smile at me then, her eyes a little dreamy, wiping her chin where it had gotten wet.

"I've watched you for a while, thought about this. I asked around town what your situation was. You never seemed connected to us in school. Not in a mean way..., just gone. I always wanted to know why ." She leaned over, kissing me again. As she did this I tried to comprehend what the hell she meant. I was a shy goof in school. But if that came across as mysterious, great. 

"I think you're still cute" she said.

I felt, then heard the zipper going down, her hand tugging my belt up, off. My stomach jumped then, that fluttery feeling you get just before a hand slips in, your mind screaming YES, wanting it to happen. If I had been a little more sober I might have actually cum when she pulled me out, instead I simply watched her smile, then look me dead in my eyes, her gaze never leaving me as she went down, till finally her head tilted to suck me in. Her lips were sealed tight, then she pushed, like I was opening her. Her tongue slipped around my shaft, her mouth filled with saliva. It felt like she was boiling in there. I couldn't keep my eyes open, fighting that toe curling feeling, wanting to shoot off now. Her head beat a steady up and down, her hands on my knees. It was the most supremely satisfying moment of my life .

She kept sucking, using her mouth only. I had never known that it could be like that. Always good before, but now I felt desire, not just to please me, but to please herself by doing this. I knew what it was to be wanted finally. Every bob kept bringing me closer, each time she stopped and swirled her tongue over the tip, giggling, I felt like another person, out of body, watching, amazed. I warned her I was close, that I was so close. Then she did something my wife had never done. With no pause, she simply reached up, her hand on my mouth, telling me quiet. I erupted at that. 

Every fantasy moment I had had with her spilled out, her lips never leaving me, drinking me as I screamed. I usually make no sounds other than a quiet hiss. With her I screamed, my hips pushing, trying to get as deep in her as I could. I think I slipped into her throat then. It's hard to tell when you are fighting to stay conscious. She kept sucking, wanting it all. Satisfied there was no more, she looked up then, eyes watery, makeup running. I leaned down, to kiss her. She seemed a little startled, started to say that she still had some of me in her mouth. I didn't care. I felt her passion rising, felt her wanting when I slipped my tongue in, tasting myself. She grabbed me harder then, kissing more frantically than before, pulling me down on top of her. I pulled up, trying to catch my breath.

"Nobody ever did that with me, I mean, not after I..." she seemed so startled, but smiled just the same.

I cut her off with another kiss, this time I was the one digging in her mouth, my hands cupping her breasts. I felt her up like I had wanted to all those years ago, squeezing, pulling. She had no bra on, so I flipped her t-shirt up. I suckled her, my teeth grazing the nipples. They puffed up, engorged. Perfect. Perfect. I circled them, my hands never off her, lifting, holding. She started to breathe harder, pulled me tighter. My leg slipped between hers, our jeans rubbing. The more I bit, pulled on her nipples, the harder she humped my leg, her hands holding the back of my head.

I could hear her whispering, "yes... yes... sweet" was all she said.

I pulled the nipple in my mouth up, out. She crushed against me, her hips frantic. I knew she was cumming then. I felt like a God, I wanted more.

I dropped down to her floor, my hands tugging her jeans off, her own hands struggling to help me. She kicked them off, standing with her hands on her hips, her breathing ragged. She had nothing under the jeans either. I went around her hips, my hands digging into that sweet ass, that perfect heart shape. She was there, right in front of me after all this time. Her pussy, hers. My god, I was drooling at that point. Then I saw something I have never seen before or since. She had shaved her labia, only a small triangle of hair above her lips. As I watched, they parted, like time lapse photos of a flower, the wetness making her look polished. I reveled in her, lips locked in sucking her down. I slipped fingers in her as I ate her, first just one, then as she bucked at me, cried out 'yes, yes' I slipped another, then a third. 

I twisted then in her, reached around to her g-spot. She came yelling my name, then again. I was holding her up by then, greedy to keep going, but she started to pull away. I kept sucking, my fingers fucking her deeper. My other hand had been tentative, teasing her anus. When I slipped a finger inside her back passage, it went in like a hot knife slicing into butter, no resistance. I thought she had moaned before, screamed. I was wrong. She started cumming in rolling waves, her hands beating on me, her words just gibberish and cursing now. Then it hit me, full in my face. No other woman, never, ever. She squirted on me, it was scalding hot with her body heat, in my mouth, on my face. I knew what it was, had heard of it, now it was real. I got hard again at that moment, faster than I had since I was sixteen.

She fell down then, just a little heap of skin on the floor, her hands covering her mouth as she rode out the waves. I was soaked. My shirt, stained from the liquid she had just given me. It looked like I had been dunked in a bucket. I felt myself growing harder, also I needed to pee from the damn beer. I stumbled up, my pants still on, just undone from her sucking me. I knew that I could not use her bathroom if I was that hard, I could never bend it down that far.

"I'll be right back" I kissed her and stepped outside.

She had a stand of trees just off the side of her home, so I went over to them, fishing it out to relieve myself. Like a cat she had silently padded up behind me, still naked from the waist down. I jumped when I felt her hands on my hips.

"What are you doing out here, why'd you go?" 

" I have to pee honey, but you made me hard again, I...I can't get it down so I was just gonna pee out here" I said.

"oh...oh...OHHHHH..."she giggled again then. 

"Uummmmmm...let me...lemme...hold it when you do it...K?" she whispered in my ear, her hand snaking around me. I had thought I was hard before, wrong. " I wanna feel it, He'd never let me do this, hold it I mean. Do it...do it...do it...pee" 

I trusted her, trusted her voice. We all pee, every day, but the hottest woman I have ever known had a hold of me when I did it. Her hand on me was that same cool touch of my dreams, the heartbeat thrumming in my cock making me jump a little still, tense up. I relaxed, let go. She seemed to enjoy holding me, making me shoot up, down. I got harder still. The beer gone she laughed, shaking me like I told her, her grip hard on her new toy. She turned me a little then, bending at the waist, sucking me back in her mouth. Back into that liquid velvet heat, deep in. She popped off, a loud suck as she did it, smiling at me. She held my prick then like you do a dog's leash, pulling me to the porch. 

She squatted down, taking my shoes, socks, pants off. I stripped off my shirt as she worked below. We were both naked finally. It was warm still but not as hot as it usually is. The rain started falling in a drizzle, cooling us even as the humidity went up. I shivered as I started to sweat. She simply went to her bench, her head on the pillow there. She had her ass up. She swayed her hips, waving them in invitation. I didn't have to asked twice. I thought her mouth had been tight, sucking. It was nothing like the feeling of spearing inside her, going in till my balls hit her clit as she pushed back. It was hotter inside too, it seemed hotter than a normal woman. 

I started pumping as hard as I could with no thinking then. I was not even there with her. I felt like I was somewhere else, looking back at me fucking her, my hands gripping her hips so I wouldn't die. Each time I pushed in my hips slapped against her ass, soft, the skin pale where her suit covered her when she tanned. It looked like she was still dressed. I pushed harder, tried to get deeper.

" Slap it...slap my ass as you fuck me" she said, grunting on each pump. She never let her gaze leave my eyes.

I hit her ass a light slap, saw her flush, buck harder. I hit her cheeks again, harder, then another harder. Each time I did it she flushed again, the red handprints now accompanied by her yelp, the 'yessssss' she squeezed out between clenched teeth. I started to feel it coming, the pressure. I pulled out, now shiny myself, slapping her with the wet cock that she has just been fucking. She spun around, pushing me down violently on the bench, bent over again sucking me, tasting her cream on me, moaning with each draw of her cheeks. She crawled on my lap, her hand reaching in to guide me. Joined again we fucked harder, more frenzied. Now in rhythm, I watched as she kept repeating her motion. She would sense when I was close, stop, suck me, climb back on. The rest of the time she kissed me. I was buried in her and she kissed me with more tenderness than I have ever known, even when I felt like she was trying to crawl inside my mouth as she pumped herself on me. 

"I want something from you," she gasped out "something I've wanted but never done. I've never trusted Him, never wanted Him to do it."

She bounced off me then, leaving me waving in frustration. She stood again with that laser stare, daring me to look away. She dipped her fingers inside. When they were coated she turned. I saw her fingers disappear in her cleft. I knew what she was doing, lubing. She back up to me, her ass so close to my cock. Spreading her legs she grabbed my right hand now, taking my fingers in hers, pushing them it. I was hers, completely. She held my wrist, fucking my hand, getting me wet. Still holding my wrist she pulled me out, left me in mid air. She reached back, spreading her ass open, inviting me with her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me. I pushed into her again, the muscle relaxing so easily as I fucked her ass, all three fingers coned to push deep. She never looked away. 

Again I felt her hand on my cock, only now she stepped back, tilted her hips a little, my hands holding her open. For the first time for either of us, I settled into her ass. It was fucking, but something else. She opened to me, drew me in like her pussy never could. Each part of me that slipped in was caressed, loved like a fist grasping me. I heard steam from somewhere, realized we were both hissing in delight as the tension filled her, sucked me. I was in her where no one else had been. She leaned back then, her legs spread wide. She felt tiny to me as I held her up, bouncing her in tempo. I have no idea how long we fucked that way, I think days. She had her hands inside her cunt, beating the orgasms out, the fluids on my thighs, my balls wet with her as she came. The arm wrapped around my neck got tighter each time her hand got her off. My hands were cupping her behind her knees, still bobbing her to 'fuck me, fuck me,... fuck,... fuck.'

I was shaking, my muscle control gone as I felt myself shooting in her, ropey shots of semen that seemed to start at my feet. Each spasm made her moan, telling me 'yes baby, cum,...cum', her mouth on my ear purring. Not made for it, her passage squirted me out, the cum pooling on her cheeks, my cock, pubic hair. She stood up, unsteady on her legs. She reached down, her fingers in the sticky white mess on my lap. She drew her fingers up, strings connecting us. She tasted it, smiled at me. She drew another, then leaned in, kissing me as before, pushing it into my mouth, amazed still that I wanted her to. 

She came back outside after getting us one more drink. I sat on her lawn, letting the rain hit us as she kissed me till I stopped shaking, laughing with me then. We finished the beer as the rain tried to fill the bottles again. Inside we dressed as best you can when you stop every five seconds to kiss, grope another person. But I had to go home, she had to let me. 

She promised me she would be there tomorrow, that she would wait for me. We met again, then again. It's regular now. I find places on her that she didn't know she had, she draws out fantasies from me that I have never whispered even in my own head. I have no idea where her road leads. I'm just going till it runs out.

Portrait



I wanted to know what he felt, what he saw. I had asked him to describe it to me countless times. How did I look when he fucked me, what images turned him on?

With him I was subsumed, a cipher. I no longer wanted to have to think, to be in charge. My life was control in every other way but the times we shared. He would never let me be with him fully so I took the times we had as precious. God I wanted to please him. How could he understand how much each penetration filled me with pleasure, how each act he made me perform drew me closer, made me greedy for more? I felt like I was a mouse and a queen all at once. 

He would spin stories for me, promises of perversions he would perform on my body, things he would place in me. Each time more became a fantasy no longer, instead another memory slotted in with Christmas at home, birthdays, school. It felt like my head was filled with ants when I heard his breath in my ear, his stories making me wet. I wanted the biting to stop. It only went away when he used me, used me for his own wants, never asking me if it was ok, not caring what I wanted. The others had loved me but never trusted me that I really did want this, it was what I craved. He broke through that. No fear, no hesitation. Each session I fell closer to the edge.

Now I asked for more. 'Tell me please' I asked, 'tell me'. He would smile, say it was not a sight for mortals, tease me with cryptic remarks that only burned me, made my mouth water. I kept at him, but he would only push me to my knees, his shaft cutting off the air, making me shut up that way. I would dance my tongue around him, mouth full till it overflowed, as I knew he liked. Deeper and deeper he went with each thrust, I felt myself blacking out, a dull scraping sound in the back of my head. He would pull up at the last minute, my cries so loud in the quiet room.

I wanted him back in, I wanted him to do it, push me over. His skin was smooth on the shaft, the taste of the drops that flowed salty, bitter. My mouth went dry each time I swallowed his seed, it seemed to draw all moisture from my mouth. Back in now, pushing again. His fingers reached down, closed my nose off. I tried to fight the panic, the feeling that my lungs were exploding. I knew it was a game, a game, a game. It was a mantra now, a game, breath, suck, do it. I counted to twenty in my mind. He held me long enough this time that I fell when he pulled out. A line of saliva connected us as he caught me. I was no longer able to think clearly, his face a blur as I was turned around. He spun me, or was the room spinning?

I was on my belly when my head cleared. I have no idea how long I had been out, when he put me like this. I started to rise; only then realized that my hands were bound. A tug, my feet also. It was an ottoman; I was close to the floor, but just high enough for easy access I noticed. He had shoved a pillow under my hips, raising my ass up even higher. I had been naked with him before, had his cock in every orifice. This felt different, more open. I turned my head and saw that he was on the chair next to me. He was still dressed, a glass in hand.

"You're back. Good, we can begin." He said, bringing the glass to my lips. "Drink."

It was gin on ice. It bit my throat as it went down. I always think of wood when I drink gin, the juniper so string in its mix. The sting in my throat made me focus a little more. The sting I felt on my ass brought me back faster. Damn, he never started slow, each blow like the first. I closed my eyes against the tears, the pain mingling with the wetness that started immediately. Shame always mixes in with passion as I am slapped. His hands felt like iron as he beat me. I came on the tenth, grunting and trying to rise higher. I pictured my cheeks were red when I heard the 'clink, whir'! He was still behind me when I realized what the sound was. A Polaroid camera. He was taking a picture of me. Like this, after he had spanked me. With no sounds he placed the picture on the ground. 

I saw the gray square swirl, the image coalescing. It was me. Strapped down. In his room. God my ass was not red, it was like a beet, the handprints covering me, down my thighs. I gushed more liquid. I wondered who this slut was? Not me, no. She was a cunt, being used for his pleasure. I stared at the image; trying to fix myself in it, believe it. The chill of the lube on my anus brought my mind back. He was pushing inside me, a finger. It dug deep, my bowels squirming as always. The pressure felt wonderful, made me want to suck him in and push all at once. A second digit joined its friend. 'Clink', another picture. I understood now. I wanted to see. He was going to show me. Here was that same slut, only now he had fingers in her ass. I've seen porn, even seen myself on tape. It did not compare to this static image, a simple recording. It looked like evidence against me at trial. Proof of how much I wanted this. His fingers never stopped pumping, opening me. I asked for another sip. I needed the courage to face myself.

Each picture revealed me more. He kept the pressure up, relaxing the muscle. Each time he pulled the fingers out, and there were four now, I no longer closed around them as they withdrew. I was open, a hole now. The pictures told me. Each one was placed on the floor carefully. They were a story. Here she is. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Toy. Look at her. Look at her ass, the cream sticking to her cunt lips. She LOVES this. I was no longer cumming. It's hard to put a word on it. It was simply a wave, rolling from my stomach to my head back to my labia in circles. I know that I was not talking anymore. It was just a keening moan, low, deep. My teeth were clenched so tight now, grinding. 

Each time he placed a new toy in my ass I wanted to cry. It was wonderful and the worst torture of the inquisition at the same time. I no longer felt the difference. It was what he wanted. The pictures were a pile now. Some showed my face as he pulled plugs out, mouth open, screaming. Others focused on how open I now was. I looked obscene. I felt like a goddess who became a whore. I loved it. His fingers never wandered now, driving in, in. I knew what he wanted, what he was going to do. 'Tell me' I had asked over and over. He was going to. He was going to show me how far I would go. 

I tried to remember that first time. The first time I had been touched there. It was a blur now. I know it had been to rough, soured me on it for years. But now, with him, bliss. I sank into the fingers now. The pictures showed me like a flower. Then I saw it, realized that I was not feeling it. His wrist. His wrist was all that was outside me. He had his fist in my ass. All of it. Not my pussy like before, somewhere more intimate. When I focused my eyes I suddenly felt him there, clenching that paw in me. I do not know what you call a sound like that. It was not from me, just from the air around me. Every time I had been with him, everything I wanted to try fell apart like glass shattering. I woke up later. 

No longer tied down. He was over my lips, his hand fisting his cock. I recognized the beat, could see the balls jumping to release. The sperm splattered over my lips then, his finger on my lower lip, jaw as he held my mouth open. It pooled in my throat as I lay on my back. He seemed to shoot on and on. I filled up, felt it running down my cheeks. 'Was my juice this hot I wondered? He finished, legs shaking as he shook the last drops on my face. I know I was smiling; I always do when he gives it to me, that final treat. The pictures kept coming as he posed me, telling me when to swallow. He left me on the floor as he dressed and left. There were pictures covering my floor. I keep them in an album now, look at them as I touch myself, trying to replicate the feelings. It's an imitation, hollow. But now I know what he sees, why he will always be back.



Portrait



Editor's note: contains graphic violence. 

*

Green grass bends to the rhythm of the night. Darkness corrupts the moonlight. A body lies mutilated against the plush grass. Eyes open, the corpse is painted with blood. Barbed wire cuts into the jaw revealing thick pink crevasses, and white teeth. He watches her lying there. Skin is muted pale under a pink dress. Thick lines of jagged wire stick out where ribs should be. Blood pools out around thick legs. How beautiful, he thinks looking down at her. He is the painter and she is his easel.

Standing over the cask of what was once a college girl the man begins to wipe blood from his trousers. This is the last moments of her life. This young woman, who hasn’t done much, is now lying and waiting for him to disrupt a quiet perfection.

A scream tears through the background. Shoulders still the man turns to walk back towards the main road. The woods are dense. Trees scratch like fingers against his tan flesh. 5’9 he navigates through underbrush. Buzzing, lights, mud all become a canvas. Another scream escapes through the muddled darkness. He moves quicker. About a mile from the main road two cars sit like lovers. His truck is still running all but drowning out the snivels coming from the other car. Another blond thrashes wildly in the backseat of a Toyota Corolla. 

“Be quiet,” he says opening the door. She thrashes even more now. He adjusts the tape across her sweaty lip but leaves her. Her screams become more muffled. Grabbing a shovel from the back of his truck he sets out again to bury his treasure.

The shovel heavy in his hands is lifted above a chubby body. As he brings the shovel down, bones give in a deep crunch. Sinew tears as he pushes the shovel through her body to the soft ground below. Metal manipulates her stomach walls until there is nothing left but gray matter. The earth gives way to his heavy hands. After his hole is dug, he scoops the upper half of her torso into the shallow grave. When he shoves the other part in, he has to use the shovel to scrape up what is left of the lower abdomen. Satisfied he covers the body. He makes his way back to his car slowly recounting every inked moment.

Blue eyes stare out through the fogged car window. She scrambles in the confines of the cotton seats. Mouth sweats beneath duct tape. A muted scream escapes the new victim’s breath. Water tickles the thin bridge of a nose. All she can do is give into the waiting. Heavy boots clomp down breaking branches. The wait is over. She knows he is just beyond her now.

Pulled tape marks flesh, yanks hair, and leaves a mouth open for screams.

“No!” she yells trying to kick out with her feet. “Where is Susan?”

The man grabs her muscular legs wrapping his self around her flesh. Honey smells float to his nostrils as her golden hair flicks forward and backwards.

“Stop!” she yells voice tight.

Breath heavy he pulls her from the cramped car. He can see it in her eyes just how much she wants to be special to him. Her crystalline eyes shake with her tears; her throat chokes in passionate breaths. Her throat chokes on clumps of salt and fear. 

“Susan!” She tries again in vain. Frantically he places a slick liquid hand over her swollen mouth.

His other hand goes to the thickness of her neck. She nips at his hand. A fighter she bites and scratches at her target. 

“Don’t move,” he says angrily.

“Help,” she yells out again but it doesn’t matter. All he can hear is lipstick smeared lips whispering to him. The word help is like a cry of a need that only he can fulfill.

She tries to run.

 “What do you think you’re doing?” He says slapping her face hard.

Stunned she stills. He hits her again. 

“Look what you made me do!” He yells. “Now look at you, ruined!”

She lies on the uneven ground. Her chest rises and falls in hurried rhythm. Grabbing her by her hands he yanks her upwards. A knife gleams in his free hand. All she can do is watch. The knife gleams. Her world goes black.

He lifts the shovel for the second time that night. Cleaning up is a ritual more than artistic prowess. The shallow grave won’t be found for months, maybe even years. Then he hears it, the sound of footsteps on the un-pure ground behind him.

“Don’t move,” the shaky voice says. It is more a whisper than a sound. He wonders if the cops have finally caught on to the dentist turned serial killer. He knows that he has been overly careful.

The dentist turns against his captor’s will to find a short man staring at him behind the barrel of a gun.

“Who are you?” The dentist doesn’t recognize the spot spreading on his perfectly painted campus.

“You killed her! You killed my sister!”

Now he can see the same blue eyes that shook for him a month ago. He notes the same thin lips that begged him. She of course had the anatomy that would warrant replication, but he is frail enough to be mistaken.

“What do you want?” He realizes that the more he stands here talking, the more someone else could see. An actual threat could present itself.

“Revenge,” the frail boy moves forward. His hand stays firmly on the trigger but it is obvious that he is nervous to use the gun. The dentist knows the dangers of having a gun that one won’t use. He rushes the blonde pale boy to the ground. The gun is lost in the madness. When the gunshot goes off both parties are shocked.

“Are you ok?” A blonde girl asks bleeding from a wound just above her heart. Dirt peels off of her like rain drops.

“I thought you were dead,” the boy says touching her face to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

“I should be,” she says setting her sites on the dentist.

“YOU BITCH!”  The dentist is clinging to the hole that has formed in his shoulder. His breath wheezes in and out.

“You will pay for what you did,” the dentist wheezes walking toward the blonde frail couple.

“You saved me,” the blonde boy says rushing to the young girl’s side. Her body is a ragged mess of dirt and pain. His hands go to her shoulder but her focus is all for the one who designed the night in ripples of blood and fear.

“No,” she says with a cackle, “I saved me.” 

She lifts the gun again, “I saved me and every girl that would have come after me.”



Portrait From Life Pt. 01



The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de Asís, established in 1776. My work is my life. It's also how I make a living.

She came to me for a portrait. I did such work, but usually for Hispanic neighbors, or those who admired my ethnic paintings, both murals and more intimate works. These were intended to be hung in the home, by people who had the means to pay me and then brag that they had one of my pieces on their wall. I am Lorenzo, and I am an artist.

She was Asian. One could see that, but one did not inquire into another's ethnicity. It was not done, unless there was an intimacy, or friendship. This was San Francisco. All were welcome here and many Asians had made their homes here over the decades of our history. But she was lovely and sensual. That was absolutely clear to me. As an artist I could appreciate that.

She introduced herself as Gwendolyn. That was all. I didn't mind. I went by one name myself. Perhaps it was an affectation we both shared. Anyway, I knew who she was. Who didn't know the Lady Gwen? Her brothel, in Chinatown, was visited by many gentlemen of means, from around the world, when they stayed in our friendly city. I had heard that some gentlewomen stopped there on occasion, also.

"I've seen your work. I admire it. Most of your work seems to reflect your heritage. That's understandable, I should think. But I do like your technique. Would you be good enough to create a portrait of me?"

"Certainly. I'll paint for almost anyone who can afford me. You'd make a fine model. We could begin in about a week. I'm busy at the moment. Is that good for you, Gwendolyn?"

"Yes. Perfect. However, we must be clear about one thing. I'm not aware that you work with nudes. Would that be a problem? I need a portrait of me disrobed."

"I've done dozens of nudes. Most have gone to overseas markets. Some are in New York and Chicago. But they, admittedly, aren't my usual style. Personal portraits are seldom nudes. However, look at those few over in the corner. You may see how well I work from life, and with nudity."

She went over to the corner. I could see her smiling as she pulled back the coverings from several paintings. Presently, she returned to me, held out her hand, and we shook. We arranged our first sitting for the following Friday afternoon, when the light would be perfect.

The next week she arrived promptly. I pointed her to the screen, behind which she could undress, to prepare for the sitting. She just walked over to the couch I had in a darkened corner, disrobed, and placed her belongings on a cushion. She turned around and walked proudly to the silk and foam covered platform upon which I wanted her to pose.

She was tiny; only about five feet tall. And her breasts were round, like firm apples. She was clean shaven in the groin area, while the hair on her head was raven colored, straight, and bound up off of her shoulders. Such a pretty little thing. It was hard to believe she ran a brothel. And she was the major star at that place of business. Or so I had heard.

I was a professional. However, it was clear to me that she was going to be a temptation. I could feel my prick beginning to swell. That would not do. I needed to keep a clear head.

I had her get into the pose I wanted to try. It was necessary to guide her a little, with my hands, but she was a perfect sitter. Her flesh was soft and smooth, like satin, and so warm, almost hot. She glanced at my trousers, and smiled up at me. Then I stepped back and took a photo. I didn't work directly from pictures, but I would use it as a reference when doing some touch up painting. She began to hum softly.

It was a productive session. I was able to complete the preliminary drawing on my canvas. She was a perfect subject; never complaining, just posing still and lovely. When we had finished for the day I walked over to my sink to wash my hands. I heard her shifting on the platform. Glancing over I saw her sitting on the edge of it.

"We're through. You can get dressed now. I must say, this'll be an easy creation. You're just as you should be to get your portrait done from life."

She held her arms up, with her legs now spread apart. It was silly, but I felt compelled to approach her. Finally standing in front of her, she gently touched me. I grew longer, harder. Her touch was more forceful, gazing up into my eyes, smiling, rubbing my firmness. I believe I moaned.

She undid the strings holding my linen pants up, and pulled them down, exposing my stiff member. Her little hands wrapped around me, stroking, and tickling my nuts.

"This is alright, isn't it, Lorenzo? I thought I would show you how pleased I am to be posing for you."

"Mother of god, yes it's alright! No need to ask. My god, your hands, so tiny and so tight. Suck my cock, little whore!"

And she did, following my bidding. Her tongue stretched out, licked off the pre-cum I was seeping, and then licked the length, from the hairy base up to the tip. Nipping it a little, then returning to running her tongue up and down, and then around my prick. My cock was wet, as her saliva dripped out of her mouth, and she began sucking the mushroom head.

Now I needed to fuck her mouth. I twisted my fingers into her silken hair, and pulled her in to force my cock down her throat. She took it all. Of course she did, the perfect whore. I was fucking her mouth like a pussy, and she was taking it all. Jesus, she could suck cock.

I was gentle, at first, but soon I needed to jam my prick roughly into her hot, drooling mouth, I started fucking it, as one of her hands was stroking her clit, faster and faster, while I fed her all of my cock. She slapped her slit and clit with her fingers, coming as I started jetting out my own spunk.

"Suck it all down, Gwen, suck my cock, ah shit, come for me Lady."

She was eagerly swallowing all I squirted into her open mouth, as her fingers were fucking her own pussy, dripping onto my wood floor. Naughty, nasty, and adorable. I was more than pleased. I stroked my prick, feeding her the last of my come.

She wiped her lips, licked her fingers, and smiled again. Her eyes were deep, and smoldering. She rose up, began dressing, and spoke to me, as I pulled my trousers back up.

"Lorenzo, this should be interesting. Yes, I will enjoy these sessions. Will you make me beautiful and seductive?"

"I can't help but do that, Lady. I will paint you from life, and you will be lovely, and sensual."

"Thank you, kind sir. Until next time." With that she glided out, her tiny body displaying a royal bearing.

Our agreement was to meet at my loft every Friday afternoon. Thus began my affair with the Lady Gwen.

I reached out to friends and was told more of her history. Apparently, she had been the youngest daughter in a wealthy family. She had attended Stanford University. However, in her last year she had been involved in a scandal. A close, male friend had died under suspicious circumstances. She had never been implicated in any way. But the rumors said that she had been abused by the young man.

It was hard to discover what the truth of the stories were. It didn't really matter. She had disappeared, leaving school and her family. After about a year she had emerged as the most sought after lady of the night in one of our local brothels. Within five years the madam of the establishment had left, Gwendolyn owned the house, and the ladies all worked for her. She still had select clients who paid well to remain in her favor.

It was clear that I had been allowed to taste of a rare fruit, so to speak. Until she returned the next Friday I would often look at her photograph. Then visualize what I would achieve on the canvas. And I would masturbate, remembering her. Wondering what would happen the next time.

"Hello, Lorenzo. Let's get started, shall we? Let me just get ready."

She was there, and I was happy. She doffed her clothing, and got into her pose. I adjusted her a bit and then I began, touching up the drawing I had made last week, and then starting to put some colors onto the canvas, looking at her as she smiled with her secretive lips. The session went very quickly. As she had done the previous week she hummed an odd tune. I couldn't place it.

I placed the covering over the painting, and gestured to her to get dressed. I washed up. I wondered if she would allow me another opportunity to enjoy her treasures, or if it had been one time only. Looking at her, still lounging on the mattress, I could see she was in no hurry to put on her things.

Starting to undo my linen trousers, I began strolling over to her. She smiled, and then shook her finger at me.

"No, no. I did you a kind favor last week. Now it's your turn, Lorenzo. You must please me. I know you want to. Every man wants to please the Lady Gwen. You agree? Of course you do. Come and taste me, Lorenzo."

"May I at least remove my clothing, Lady? May I do that?"

"We shall see, my friend. For now my lotus blossom wishes you to smell her perfumes, and taste her honeydew. Yes? Please do that for me my artist friend."

I had to do her bidding. I wanted her. And I needed her to want me, also. So I went on my knees, crawling across the silken platform, and dipped my face down. I smelled her musky, sweet odor. I wanted to taste her nectar. I could see it bedewing her labia. Her swollen lips, tempting me into her spell. I touched her with my tongue, and she sighed. I wanted more. I wanted to please her.

With a ravenous urge I began devouring her pussy. Her hands caressed my long, black locks as I licked her moist slit, and sucked in her tiny clitoris. Her moans were like music to me, and I fucked her with my tongue. I was erect in my trousers, but I couldn't please my own member. Not until she permitted. I understood that. So I continued pleasing her, rubbing her clit with a thumb as I found sensitive spots inside her with my other hand.

Her pussy was leaking out juices, and I was humping the silken blanket with my hard prick. I was like a young man just realizing the pleasure I could get from rubbing my cock on the sheets in bed. I was going to make myself come by just feeling my prick fuck against my trouser fabric. And her pussy was coming for me.

I began shooting out my spunk in my pants, while she cried out with passion. I ate her labial honey and lusted for more. I would have to have more, soon. I needed more from my Lady. She came with her whole body quivering. Mother of god, she was so fucking fine. She sighed as she relaxed, and released my head.

"Quite good, Lorenzo. You will do fine, I can see that. Thank you, handsome sir. I need to be going now. Next time, yes?"

"Yes, please. Next time, Lady Gwen."

She dressed, taking her time, humming all the while. Then she waved at me and left. I took off my sticky trousers, and then stroked myself for another hour, lying on my bed and thinking of her.

From that point on, each Friday, we would do something that she wished to do. But only after I had painted her portrait, getting closer to finishing each week. Then I'd do whatever she'd allow to please her. Sometimes I would make a feast of her pussy. She liked the way I did that. She told me. Other times we would do more kinky things. She began bringing a riding crop with her.

Using the crop she would whip my naked ass, while I knelt on the floor. Perhaps she would allow me to stroke my hard cock. Perhaps not. I was always doing her bidding during these playtimes. While I painted I was the master. When that ended she became the Mistress. I was never happier than when I could come at her command. If she decided she was hungry she might taste my milk, but not often.

The portrait was almost complete. We were having our usual Friday sitting. I was putting final touches on the painting. She was humming.

"I think perhaps one more session will be all I need, Gwendolyn. Next week I should finish your portrait. Then it'll have to dry for a period, but you won't need to pose any further. I can't tell you how much I'll miss these times we've shared."

"I too am going to miss this, Lorenzo. You're a great artist. You're also a fine little pet. You've pleased me. I need to be pleased again, today. You're through with the painting for now? Good. Go take off your clothes my little man. I want you in the bathroom. Yes? Do it for Lady Gwen."

I was quick to follow her commands, as soon as I covered the picture. I doffed my huaraches, linen trousers, and the athletic shirt I wore. I never wore underwear anymore. I was naked and waiting for my Lady in the bathroom. She stepped in wearing nothing. She hadn't bothered to put on anything at all. Only her riding crop was in her little hand.

Her arm lashed out with the crop, slapping my hard cock. I had forgotten. I could not become erect until she allowed it. I winced and then forced myself to grow soft again. My Lady didn't like to hear me cry out. Unless she asked me to do so. It was all under her control.

"Get into the shower. Don't turn it on. Sit down and spread your legs. Mistress will be giving you a fine present of gold in a moment. Aren't you pleased, little man? Get hard for me now. Go ahead."

With my arms on my knees, I spread my legs apart, and my erection grew. I wanted to come for my Lady, if it pleased her. She stepped into the stall with me, and stood above me. Then her piss squirted out, and it splashed upon my cock. Mother of god, I almost came then, but I held it. She continued pissing on my crotch and over my chest. Some splashed upon my face. I didn't mind. I was pleasing Lady Gwen.

"Now jack off, little man. Jerk it for me. Eat my lotus while you make yourself come. I will allow you to come today, but make me come first."

I had leaned in to taste her pussy before I stroked my prick. Her labia were wet with piss, but I didn't care. I licked it clean, and then began licking the fluids as she started to come for me. I was jacking off faster now, and I knew she was coming. Her body was shaking, as she forced my face into her pussy. She was humping my face, fucking it with her pussy, as my tongue stayed inside her.

My cock was ready to come. I needed to shoot my spunk on the the shower floor. It came and I gasped and groaned. My Mistress noticed, and she released my head. I was coming, squirting over and over. I collapsed onto the shower stall floor and Lady Gwen stepped back and giggled. Then she turned the shower on.

We cleaned ourselves up, and she gave me a short kiss on the lips. Then she gathered herself, and departed until next week. I went into my bedroom, and fell into a deep sleep.

At our last sitting she posed for me naked one more time. I had few things to do to complete her portrait from life. It didn't take long. But I took my time. I did not want it to be over. I had added the lotus pods to the picture. They seemed fitting for her. Finally I put down my brushes, and looked at Gwendolyn. She smiled and rose up.

She beckoned to me. I went to her, and she began taking off my clothing. She had never done that before, except that very first time. Now I was nude, as she was nude.

"Lie down, my artist. Lie down and let me please you once more."

I did. I placed myself on the silk covering, with my erect cock in the air. Lady Gwen straddled me, and lowered her hairless pussy down, taking in my cock. Her vagina began to milk my prick. Jesus, I had never felt this before. I wanted to begin fucking her, but she knew me. She shook her finger, and she took over the fucking. She rose up on her taut, pretty legs, then lowered herself again. She began humming as she screwed my dick into her pussy.

She was humming "That Old Black Magic" and I recognized that she had always hummed it. I reached up and fondled her breasts. They were just as I always thought they would be. She leaned down, allowing me to suck her erect nipples. Ruby red and calling my lips to them. I sucked them and she trembled, then increased her fucking on my hard cock. She was getting closer.

It was all I had dreamed of. It was what I prayed for in the depths of the night. Her coming was releasing honey down around my hairy balls, and I shook as I erupted into her pussy. She felt it, and trembled with another come. We were coming together now, over and over.

Her body stiffened. She cried out. She jerked, and then almost fell over. I held her up and then gathered her down to my chest. I stroked her back, and kissed her neck. At last she got up, pulled her pussy away from my cock, and she went in to wash up. I just stayed there, feeling the glow spreading over my body.

"So, I'll have one of my people come by for the portrait. It'll look lovely over the mantel in our library at the house. You must stop by some time and see how it hangs there. I'm certain you'll be pleased with its display. I am off, my artist friend. Take care Lorenzo."

And she was off. Like that. Like always. But this was goodbye, surely. She was gone.

I got up and looked at my portrait of the Lady Gwen. Gwendolyn. Glowing with loveliness. The lotus pods there on the silk coverlet. The lotus is a symbol of purity to most Asians, of various religions and beliefs. It grows out of the mud, but retains it purity. These were lotus seed pods. The blooms were gone.

Lady Gwen was gone.



Portrait From Life Pt. 02



"Lorenzo. So good to see you. I was wondering when you would be so good as to call."

I am Lorenzo. I am an artist. I am Hispanic and my family have lived here in California for longer than any Anglos present here today. Only the Native Americans have been here longer. I am proud of my heritage.

It had been a year's time since I painted Lady Gwen portrait. Always since then I had wished to come by her brothel and observe my work in its permanent home. My work is shown in many homes and salons here in San Francisco. But I was proud of the nude portrait I had painted from life for Gwendolyn.

I had been invited by the Lady. However, I had been rather busy. And to be truthful I did not know how seeing her again would affect me. She had been rather overpowering to say the least. But I went with a certain amount of anticipation. Her brothel was in Chinatown. I knew she was Asian. I didn't know much more about her. Rumors were cheap.

"Gwendolyn. You're more beautiful than ever. I hope I'm not intruding. I wished to see my work, if that were possible."

"Of course. Of course."

She rang a bell. The same large gentleman who had ushered me in reappeared.

"Roscoe, please show Lorenzo to the library. Stay with him. When he's finished please escort him back here to me. Thank you dear." I started to leave.

"I will see you soon. Yes, Lorenzo? You don't wish to leave after your little viewing, do you?"

"Nothing would please me more than to visit with you, if I may. Thank you, Gwendolyn."

In the library I saw the painting before anything else. It was hanging above a fireplace. It was just as charming as when I had last seen it; when I completed it in my studio. I am not egotistical, just certain of my own talent. I had done a fine job on this nude portrait of Lady Gwen.

I took my time browsing around the library. There were two couples there. An older white man with a young black girl with wild hair. On the other side of the room was a tall Anglo woman with long blond hair, with a stocky black man. This was a brothel, so one assumed these were clients and their escorts for the afternoon.

On the bookshelves I noticed that most of the books were either erotica or volumes of history. The latter seemed to be books covering Asia, and more specifically the area called Southeast Asia. Many studies of China, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and Thailand. I didn't look at them all, but they aroused my interest. There seemed to be quite a few covering a certain ethnic group.

I had not been too aware of the Vietnam War when growing up. I was too young. But I had uncles who had fought there. Rather unwillingly to a great extent. The draft had been in effect and if you were poor and were not in school your draft number would come up and you would be sent to serve your country. It was a chapter in our national history that many forgot.

"Let's go back to the Lady if you please Roscoe."

He took me back to her office just down the hall on the main floor. After knocking and getting her assent he left me with Gwendolyn once more. She smiled and gestured for me to sit. I did so gladly.

"So tell me Lorenzo, how did you like my display of your wonderful work. It's effective, yes? I think so and so do many of my clients. They may look upon me even if they are unable to taste my assets." She laughed with glee. I smiled. It delighted me to hear her.

"They're fortunate to simply be in your presence Gwendolyn. You know this. So do I, oh so well."

"How sweet you are Lorenzo. You were such a wonderful lover. There, I'll bring it out in the open. You filled my senses for a time. I must thank you for that, certainly. Now, may I offer you some refreshment? I would love to spend some time chatting with you. This isn't a busy time."

I agreed and she rang and ordered drinks for us. It was rather early so we just had some sherry.

We spent something like an hour or so simply discussing art and music. Finally the subject moved to her library and all of the volumes she had for the use of the girls and the clients.

"You understand, I know, that this is my home. So my library must be of use to me, as well as anyone who sees fit to use it."

"Oh, certainly. I must say though that I was struck by all of the books that concerned an ethnic group that fought beside Americans in that little Asian war we were involved in."

"You noticed that? Most don't. It's important to me. It concerns my family. I see you understand this. You're an intelligent man. You couldn't help but notice. I should have realized this. No matter. I am proud of my heritage even if my family might not be so proud of me."

"I've heard the rumors. I won't insult you by repeating them. But I must say I always wondered what your background was. Simply as a friend and a man who spent many hours admiring you. I would never intrude. But it is interesting to me."

"We're friends, dear Lorenzo. You're discrete. You must be in your artistic endeavors. I see this. Let me tell you a little about my history if it interests you so much."

"Pleased do. I'd be honored with your trust in me."

"My family are Hmong. We were established in the mountains of Thailand, Laos and Vietnam. We fought for our freedom during the Secret War alongside the French and later the Americans. We won often, but we also lost. My family was an integral part of the effort. My grandfather was a general. He died during a flight of attack bombers against the North Vietnamese. It isn't important now except for the honor we feel. Some of us feel that honor. Personally I'm happy to simply be in America now."

"After many years of fighting we often would lose, and finally our group was left in camps in Thailand. We were lucky enough to be resettled in America. Our family found a home here in the Great Central Valley of California. It was rather a heaven for farmers. At least, when it wasn't suffering from drought. We're Americans now." She sighed and looked at me with a wry smile on her face. 

"Few Americans have ever heard the name Hmong. Ignorance is often rampant in a free society that hasn't felt the effects of war for many years. We're apparently fighting a war even as we speak here. But it doesn't really affect many, other than the relatively few thousands who actually have to fight it." I shook my head.

"You please me Lorenzo. You understand me better than many. We've shared much. Now I'm going to give you a treat. Have you ever been with a Hmong lady and shared her treats? Other than me, of course." She let loose her hearty laugh.

I smiled at her. I would have normally refused her offer. But I didn't want to be rude. And I had rather enjoyed the pleasures that a Hmong lady could offer. I stood up as she was ringing for Roscoe.

I said goodbye and she smiled enigmatically as I left with Roscoe. He walked before me down the hall to the staircase. I went upstairs and he pointed out a room along the long hallway. I tapped on the door and then entered.

She was tiny. Her smile was welcoming. Her mouth was small, but her grin was broad enough to be charming. She was lying back against the headboard of the bed. Her legs were pulled up hiding her lower treasure, but her breasts were luscious looking. Rather larger than I would expect from an Asian girl. Perhaps that was my own prejudice appearing. In any case her tits were like small grapefruits ripe and ready to be picked.

Her hair was black and straight and fell to her shoulders. As I approached she straightened out her pretty legs and displayed her pussy for me. It was not hairless completely. She had it shaped like a little heart. It was cute. Her arms stretched out.

"Hello, Mr. Lorenzo. I'm Wendy. I've heard about you. I'm supposed to make you happy. Do you like your little girl? Am I pretty for you, Master?"

I smiled. All of the ladies who worked here were over eighteen. I knew this because I knew my city. We didn't allow any of our prostitutes to be too young. Not in our brothels at least. They were regulated and inspected. And Lady Gwen had her own standards. We had spoken of this last year. No ladies could work here without being properly vetted. So I smiled at the little Hmong girl knowing she was probably over twenty years of age.

"Yes precious girl. I'm pleased with you. Now you need to take off my clothes so we can play."

She jumped up and her tits bounced as she skipped over to begin stripping my clothes off. When I was completely naked, and my prick was getting hard, she took my hand and took me over to a wash basin in the corner. She gently washed me clean and giggled as she stroked it to make me feel good.

When I saw she was finished I picked her up in my arms and carried her back to the bed. I sat her on the bed and then took her head and guided it to my cock. I wanted to see if her tiny mouth could take in my cock. She could. She began sucking it hard and I was afraid I would come before using that precious pussy I saw before me.

I did fuck her mouth for some time, just enjoying the sensation of her hot wet mouth so tightly wrapped about my dick, and she was sweet enough to take the time to lick and suck my balls too. She even turned her head and licked my pucker beneath my hard on. That was certainly a pleasure and brought me close to coming. But I wanted to come in her wet slit.

Finally I let her take a breath and I grabbed her and flung her onto the bed as she laughed with glee. Then I pounced and landed right beside her. I immediately started sucking on those delicious titties. Tasty, and she loved it too. Her hand was on my prick stroking it so I decided I needed to fuck her before she caused me to lose my spunk too early.

Placing her little body on the bed on all fours I leaned down and licked her pussy to taste it and make sure it was wet enough for a hard deep fuck. It was, so I guided my cock head into it and popped it in. She whimpered and then begged me to not tease her.

"Don't you girls usually want us to wear condoms, darling girl?"

"Oh, don't worry Master. Lady Gwen has told us you can fuck anyone here without that. You're okay, Master."

I laughed inside as I thrust my cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned and I thought of the ways Gwendolyn had used me as a Mistress. Now I was a Master. I chuckled and began fucking that hot Hmong pussy. It was very good indeed. I fucked it in a fury now, wanting to come and loving the feel of that tight slit.

"Yes, use that pussy baby. Use me, please Master. Fuck me, oh god, fuck me hard."

I did. I was enjoying this much more than I had expected. I didn't really know what to expect with a prostitute, but this was fine. She was a sweet girl and a sweet fuck. I was enjoying it and watching it happen in the large mirror on one wall. I saw myself ramming into the tiny lady and saw her face grimacing with pleasure pain as I fucked her rough and hard.

It came now. I was spurting my sperm into her pussy and she cried out, loving it. Wanting it all. I gave it to her. I fucked her for another minute or two just to fill her pussy with all the spunk I could. I wanted it to last myself. I grunted and then squeezed my cock with my hand to give her more come.

After cleaning up I gathered my things together and got ready to leave. I understood that this session had been a freebie. Gwendolyn would not have invited me to partake of the favors of one of her girls and then expected compensation. I did appreciate it. The more so since it had been so memorable.

I patted Wendy on her bare bottom, thanked her for a great time, and made her feel like she was the best fuck I had ever had. She giggled and wiggled her butt as I left the room.

Roscoe was waiting there for me. I didn't think he had been there the whole time. I wondered how he knew when to appear. Perhaps Wendy had sent some sort of signal that she was finished with her client. Perhaps.

I didn't bother Gwendolyn again. I was certain she was busy now. The evening had arrived and I saw several men and some women clients all gathering in rooms and salons on the ground floor. Each person had at least one lady helping them to enjoy the evening.

One week later I had a caller. A young man delivered a note to me. Then he waited, patiently, for me to read it. It was a simple card. Gwendolyn was letting me know that she had enjoyed my visit. Would I care to call again? Perhaps the next day? It was a Wednesday and she would not be too busy. I was asked to arrive in time to dine at eight in the evening. I was more than happy to do so. I sent off an answer with her courier.

I arrived precisely on time at the brothel in Chinatown. I was allowed to enter and Roscoe escorted me to the library. I saw her as I went through the door. She was just turning away from looking at herself on the wall above the fireplace. She smiled and offered her hand as I approached. I kissed it of course. She was a Lady.

"I am rather lovely, am I not? Thank you, my friend, for capturing my essence so well. Some are astute enough to enter my inner soul by gazing upon your work. So, let us move to the dining room. I want to eat and chat with you. Supping together allows us to really share ourselves. Shall we?"

I offered her my arm and we walked through a doorway into the dining room. It contained a rather large table, but the settings were for two only. We would share a corner of the table so that we could be closer together. The lighting in the room was from old style flickering gaslights. Rather nostalgic for a bygone day.

We dined slowly, enjoying the food and the wine. We were served by two servants. A young man and a young woman. Both were blond with blue eyes and they were both wearing only their smiles.

Gwendolyn and I discussed some recent local politics. It was known that some of the Board of Supervisors, running our city, were corrupt. She whispered to me, at one point, that two men on the board were regulars here in her establishment. And the wife of another was also a frequent visitor to Lady Gwen's charming line up of ladies.

"I hope you enjoyed my young friend last time, Lorenzo. She certainly enjoyed you. I'll tell you a secret. We two have a little history now. You will keep it to yourself. In each of my ladies' boudoirs there is a wall mirror. A two way mirror. You understand. I also was pleased by your performance with Wendy."

She laughed with the laugh that didn't seem to come from a tiny lady such as she. I laughed myself. I didn't mind in the least. She had seen me in much more compromising positions in my own studio. It was rather funny to me.

"But you see now why I am never bothered here in my little home. Important men, and some women, have been incautious enough to use my hospitality and to be recorded. I would never use such against them. As long as my business and home is not disturbed by untoward notice from the authorities."

We finally had come to the end of dinner and she rose. I followed her and stepped away from the table to help her from her chair. She smiled at me. I thought this was the end of the evening and was preparing to bid her goodnight. However, she took my hand and I followed her, of course.

Roscoe was following us to an elevator. It was private. She told me only she could use it. We were lifted to the highest floor. The third level was a private suite for Lady Gwen. I walked into the suite from the elevator. Roscoe stayed on the ground floor, no doubt to make sure we were not disturbed.

"My friend, it's so good to be here with you. It's stirred me to know you're still here in the city, and so close. Why must I forgo some pleasure when it is so near and you are so fond of me. Aren't you Lorenzo? So fond of Gwendolyn?"

Her delicate hand had touched my rough one and I had felt a shiver in my spine. I was more than fond of her. At one time I was totally besotted by her charms. She knew this. Was she playing a little game with me? I didn't care at this moment. I just wanted to be here. But this time I would not be her toy. We would love as equals.

"You know how I feel about you. Why not let me show you now? Why shouldn't we show each other how we feel?"

She smiled and took my hand again. We passed out of her living area and into a bedroom. But it was unusual in one special way. Her bed appeared to be a duplicate, in appearance, of the platform I had posed her on months ago when I painted her portrait from life. Even the lily pods were there on the side of the bed. As I looked at it I glimpsed her passing over to a changing room. She was going to disrobe.

I needed to watch this. She knew it and slowed her actions, to tantalize me, I knew. First she released her long ebony hair from the bun on her head. Then she began removing her jewelry. Placing those objects on her dressing table she turned so that I might pull her zipper down on her gown. When I did so she pulled her arms through and dropped it onto the parquet floor.

She was wearing nothing underneath that gown. She didn't need a bra because her breasts were so firm and taut. I glanced down to the pussy I had once known so very well. She had her pubic hair waxed leaving a small portion above her labia. As she stood there being admired I was swiftly removing my own clothing. She smiled as I released my stiff cock. I was ready for her.

She threw herself into my arms and her lips sought mine. I was hugging her close and feeling the heat from her breasts against my bare chest. As my lips and mouth tasted her I was carrying her to the bed. I needed her and I knew, from her passion, that she needed me. I knelt upon the bed and laid her down. My lips lost hers for a moment, but I began kissing her again.

We spent a long time just expressing our lust but also our eagerness to fill our physical needs. I was holding her close and feeling her caressing my prick. She was continuing to stroke it while touched her flesh. Then she began to guide my manhood into her waiting swollen lips. I thrust and filled her pussy with my thick cock, and I started fucking her as we lay side by side.

Her lovely leg was lifted and lying across my hip as I fucked her as deep as I could. Her moans of passion were music to me. I grabbed her round butt and pulled myself closer to feed more of my prick into her griping pussy. Her little tricks came into play and her vagina was kneading my cock as I continued ramming her.

Her lips were still locked upon mine and our bodies melded together. I was getting closer. I was feeling her flesh trembling as orgasms passed through her whole body. Her legs were now wrapped about my waist and I could not take long thrusts. I was punching my cock into her like a piston. Fucking her and loving it. Loving the feeling of her precious body. Loving using her pussy and letting her have my prick.

"Now Lorenzo. Now. I want to feel you once more. Just once more. Do it now."

I was ready. I could sense the spurt as it came. It shot out and I felt it pulsing over and over into her pussy. So wet and hot. We were steaming now. Sweaty and sticky. Our bodies were together and slipping flesh against flesh. My prick spurted one last time and I relaxed. So did Lady Gwen. We were both spent.

I was hearing her words again. Just once more. I laid back with her head on my shoulder.

"Just once more. Is that what you meant, Gwendolyn? Was this just the last time?"

"Of course it was just the once, Lorenzo. Our worlds are separate. You're Lorenzo, the Artist. I'm Lady Gwen, the Madam. This was good and necessary at this time. But it's just the once my dear friend. If you wish you may stay the night. But we won't spend it together. I need to go to work now."

We rose and I slowly donned my clothing. She kissed me goodbye and went to take a shower. She must have rang for Roscoe because he appeared. When I was ready he escorted me to the elevator and down to the ground floor. He shook my hand at the door. I walked out and away.




Portrait From Life Pt. 02



I returned to the Mission District and my studio. I never saw Gwendolyn again.



Portrait of a Lady



I've recently opened my loft to a friend of mine who is a photographer. She needed a space to setup a small studio for hew new business and I had the extra space. After work I would come home and find her taking portraits for her different clients and from time to time I would sit back and watch her work. 

She was very good at what she did and was always to get that perfect picture everyone always dreams about. She had the ability to talk to people and make them feel comfortable with her letting her find the perfect angle to shoot them from. 

"How do you do it?" I asked Kim one evening. "I see these people come in all nervous and tense and in five minutes they are as calm as can be and want you to take their picture all night long."

"Just wait until tomorrow," Kim answered. "I have someone coming in to take some portraits for her husband and I have a feeling she wants them to be a little on the naughty side."

"That's why I should have been a photographer," I laughed as Kim put away her cameras for the night.

The next evening when I arrived home from work I found Kim already setup waiting on her client to arrive. I wanted to stay and watch, but Kim asked me to hide myself for a while until her session was done. I always enjoyed watching Kim work and the thought of her taking some nude pictures intrigued me even more, but I agreed to stay out of her way.

I was upstairs laying on my bed reading something new I'd picked up that morning when I heard the doorbell ring. I could hear Kim's footsteps as she walked to open the door followed by a new voice greeting her. Her name was Ruby I heard her tell Kim and her voice seemed soft and sweet. I wanted to go down and at least introduce myself, but remembered what Kim asked and kept reading. I tried to ignore both of them talking about what kind of pictures Ruby wanted but I couldn't help hear the words robe, silk, and panties. I was immediately turned on and knew I was going to have to sneak down and watch.

I stayed on my bed for a few minutes as I heard the clicking begin downstairs. I slowly put the book down and slid my shoes off as I made my way quietly downstairs. I walked down and from where they were they could not see me coming. I made my way to the couch and sat down slowly making sure I didn't make a sound and simply sat there and watched Kim and Ruby while they took one picture of the next.

I was used to finding women getting their portraits done with all their hair and makeup all done but this girl was different. Her dark short hair seemed to frame her face perfectly but it was simple. She wasn't layered in makeup and didn't have that outrageous smile so many have when they are posing. She sat there quietly on a small chair facing Kim with a beautiful sweet smile while Kim asked her to drop her shoulders and move her chin this way and that. Ruby would obey Kim's every command and every pose looked perfect to me. I found her completely captivating and wanted to join them both immediately but still I hesitated. She had an elegance about her that I had not seen in a long time and I couldn't help but smile just watching her.

Kim put her camera down and made some sort of motion to Ruby. Kim smiled at me as Ruby walked behind a curtain to change. I stood up and walked over to Kim while Ruby hung her white dress up and walked out wearing a tiny little robe open all the way down the front.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," I mumbled as Ruby sat back down in her chair. "I didn't know you had a client. I can leave if you'd like."

"Ruby," Kim began. "This is Mark. He's a good friend of mine and he happens to own this building. Do you mine if he watches or shall we ask him to leave?"

"I think it's ok if he stays," Ruby whispered in that same soft voice I overheard earlier. "So what do you think Mark...will my husband like me dressed like this?"

"I think any man in his right mind would love a portrait of you dressed like that," I said trying not to let her see I was staring at her breasts through the silk cloth. "You look amazing and I'm certain your husband will love it."

She simply smiled a sign of approval and Kim looked at me rolling her eyes at me and smiling. She knew what I was there for but as long as Ruby didn't mind, she didn't mind either and started taking more pictures again. I stood there behind Kim watching Ruby move on the chair without any direction from Kim. Ruby was a natural and knew exactly what she wanted. She stared into the camera with her beautiful deep eyes letting her tongue slowly glide over her bottom lip while her robe spread open slightly.

I moved my arms down over my crotch to try and hide the obvious bulge in my pants and Ruby immediately noticed and smiled. This seemed to only entice her to reveal more of herself and she let the robe slip off her right breasts while keeping her eyes on mine. The smooth skin of her breasts seemed to call me to her and I found myself licking my lips already dreaming of kissing her nipples. She knew I was hard and thinking about having her but she continued to tease the camera letting her robe fall to her side as she arched her back. Both her breasts firm and soft in her hands as she smiled for the camera again captivated me and drew me to her. 

I wasn't sure if I should stay or leave at this point and looked to Kim for some sort of answer, but she only smiled at me and winked. Ruby lay on her back with only a tiny black thong on that barely covered her pussy. The only thing I could think of was how lucky her husband was to be able to lay down in bed with this woman and enjoy her company. 

"Maybe I should leave now," I mumbled as Ruby reached down with her fingers and grabbed her thong as if to slide it off. "I should give you some privacy."

"Don't tell me a such a good looking young man like you has never seen a woman naked before," Ruby laughed as she slid her thong down her legs while Kim continued to snap frame after frame. "If you have to leave...but it might be fun if you stayed."

I pulled up a chair and sat down smiling at Ruby. She had dared me to stay and I wasn't going to back down from this. I wanted to see where this was going and couldn't help but notice that look in Ruby's eye when she said the word 'fun'. 

Kim had walked away to change cameras and I found myself alone with Ruby. She sat there quietly staring at me and began to spread her legs in front of me letting me have the perfect view I'd been craving all evening.

"Would you like to taste my pussy?" Ruby asked. "It's been so long since I've felt anyone do that and I'm dying to have you right now."

"Kim will be right back," I whispered trying to sound concerned about being caught. "What about your husband?"

"He hasn't touched me in months. That's why I'm taking these pictures but seeing you stand there with your hard dick in your pants is turning me on. I like the way your eyes watch me."

I could hear Kim in the closet down the hall and didn't waste any time. I walked up to Ruby and knelt down in front of her grabbing her hands with mine. Her face looked so soft up close and I had to feel her lips on mine. Her body was so warm and her lips so soft as she kissed me back. I immediately wanted to have her completely in every way and all to myself. I could feel her kissing me back stronger and deeper and found her hands almost tearing my shirt off. 

She leaned back against the wall and moved my hands down her body pressing my fingers over her nipples. Her body felt so good beneath my hands and I couldn't wait any longer to taste her. I had heard Kim walk back and knew she was watching us but I couldn't stop myself now. I slide down between Ruby's legs and spread them gently while I kissed her thighs. My tongue soon felt the heat from her body and beautiful trimmed pussy. I loved how wet she was and couldn't believe any man could lay in bed with her and not want to immediately touch her. I could hear Kim taking pictures in the background while Ruby closed her eyes and moaned while my tongue slid up and down slowly enjoying every taste.

Ruby slid her left hand down between her legs letting her red fingernails press against her clit softly while I began fucking her pussy with my tongue. I loved watching her rub her pussy faster and faster while I licked her deeper. I tried to get my pants off with my hands while my mouth stayed pressed against her pink wet lips and with the help of Ruby's legs kicking my pants off I was soon completely naked.

I pulled Ruby down on the chair a little and sat up smiling down at her. My body was tucked tightly between her legs with my dick hard and wet pressed against her pussy ready to slide inside her. I leaned down over her kissing her warm lips again wanting to hear those words leave her lips and she didn't keep me waiting long.

"Fuck me," she whispered while we kissed over and over again. "Make me cum with you inside me."

I looked back at Kim after realizing the camera had stopped taking pictures and saw her standing there with the camera down to her side in one hand while the other hand was down her pants between her legs. I smiled at Kim then back at Ruby who had wrapped her legs around me and quickly pushed me inside her. I watched her body move back and forth in the chair in front of me while I slide my dick all the way in slowly only to pull it back out. She was definitely enjoying every inch of me inside her and I was loving her pussy squeezing down on me and pulling me in like that. I wanted to go down on her again but she wouldn't let go of me with her legs and kept pulling me in harder and harder until I was fucking her pussy as fast as I could...as hard as I could. 

I could hear Kim moaning in the background while Ruby reached down with her fingers and began rubbing her pussy with my dick sliding in and out faster and faster. I was ready to cum already but I wanted to hold it back as long as possible. I could feel my body ready to cum hard inside her but I didn't want her fingers to stop rubbing her clit. I couldn't believe this was the same woman who walked in so soft and sweet wanting to take a few pictures for her husband. She lay here now completely naked with her fingers between her wet juicy lips rubbing fast and hard moaning louder and louder ready to cum with me. 

The sound of her voice along with Kim's behind me was too much and I finally let it go. I could see Ruby smiling up at me while I came inside her and knew she could feel it while I thrust inside her hard a few more times. Her fingers never stopped and soon she was cumming with me pulling me in with her legs wanting my dick to keep fucking her. I stayed there slowly pulling completely out while I smiled back at Ruby who was slowly catching her breath. Her fingers slid around the head of my wet dick and stroked me back and forth slowly while I grew softer in her hands.

I kissed her soft wet pussy one more time licking her slow and deep before finally standing. Ruby sat up and moaned softly while she wrapped her fingers around my dick and quickly slid it between her lips and took me in her mouth. Kim walked over and sat down next to Ruby and had a hungry look in her eye I hadn't seen before and she moved in and took Ruby's place in front of my dick. Without looking up at me or saying a word she pushed my dick between her red lips and moved down on me slowly. I could feel my dick getting hard again while they took turns licking my dick clean and it wasn't long before I was ready to cum again.

I stood there watching as both women took my dick in their mouths feeling it get harder and harder with each minute. Their tongues felt so good rolling over the head of my dick over and over again. I could feel my legs get weaker and simply closed my eyes for a minute and felt it rising inside me again. Both girls knew I was getting ready and seemed to suck me harder and faster taking me in deeper down their throats while my hips began moving back and forth faster and faster with them. I felt hands between my legs rubbing my balls then a warm wet tongue licking them and looked down to see Kim smiling up at me while she licked my balls. I grabbed Kim's head with my right hand and Ruby's with my left and pulled them in tighter back and forth until I was ready to cum and they both knew it.

"That's it," Ruby moaned. "Cum in my mouth...let me taste you!"

Ruby wrapped her arms around me squeezing my ass with her fingers pushing me deep inside her the instant she felt me cumming and I could feel my dick throbbing inside her while she drank me in. Her lips squeezed down on me while she moaned gently vibrating my dick inside her making me cum more and more while Kim eagerly watched. Ruby finally pulled me out slowly letting Kim move in and taste my wet dick licking every drop. Ruby's warm fingers squeezed my dick from the base down the shaft slowly letting her tongue slide over the end while both ladies licked me clean.

The three of us stood there for a few minutes holding each other while we smiled and laughed a little at what had just happened. I could see Kim's hands sliding up and down Ruby's body while wet took turns kissing each other's warm lips. This had been an incredible evening and I didn't want it to end, but I knew Ruby had to return to her husband and I wondered if we would meet again like this.

"I think we will have some amazing pictures after tonight," Kim said as she went back to her camera. "I can't remember when I stopped taking them, but I know I got a lot of great 'action' shots."

"I don't think I'll be giving those to my husband, but I will want copies," Ruby whispered as she pulled her dress back on. "The three of us will have to enjoy the pictures next week when I come back to pick them up."

I didn't say much afterwards but instead quietly got dressed and thanked Ruby for the wonderful night and kissed her goodbye. I knew I would have the pleasure of her sweet naked body again soon and the anticipation was already building. As for the rest of the evening, I knew Kim would be staying with me and we had hours and hours ahead of us and god only knew what she would be up for tonight after the evening we had just experienced.