3 comments/ 39106 views/ 10 favorites Fucking Anna By: sxncndyhere "Anna, you'll have to leave the drape low enough for me to see the crack of your ass, my darling." He was sculpting me from behind: just my bare back and the crack of my ass above the drape. But it was cold in the studio and my nipples stood up like two hard points. "What a lovely ass you have, Anna" he said as he fingered the drape above my ass crack. He adjusted the drape, dragging one finger along my skin and the curved mounds of my ass cheeks. I felt my face flush as he fondled me. I did not answer. It was frightening enough to undress for this artist who had just a few moments ago been a stranger. He was touching me this way within fifteen minutes of me being here. I had felt shy about answering the ad to be an artist's nude model. I felt even more shy when I arrived and he asked me to get undressed in the same room where he was preparing his clay. So when he told me to face the wall so that he could see my nude back and just the top mounds of my ass cheeks, I felt relieved. I was relieved to not have to look at him. I was relieved to know that at least my bare tits were not exposed to him when I was facing the other way. But when he came close and fondled the tops of my ass cheeks, I felt my face burn hot again and my breath quicken. "What a beautiful ass you have, Anna" he was almost whispering in a ragged voice. "Let me see how deep this crack goes..." and with that he gently pushed one finger down the ravine between my ass cheeks, tickling the long crevasse slowly...just stopping above my asshole. I breathed in a sharp intake of air. With that he reached around with his other hand and cupped my right tit in his hand. I was breathing heavily now, and although I didn't know quite what was going on, I didn't want it to stop. "Honey, your nipples are really hard. Are you feeling cold?" He gently squeezed my nipple between his thumb and finger. I let out a little gasp when he pinched it. After about a second I tried to reply, but all I could say whimper was..."Mmm hmm" "Hold on. I'll help you with that." And he let go of my tit as it bounced down against my chest, standing up and walking back to the clay. I heard his boots clomp on the hard concrete floor of the studio. It was five loud steps back to the clay. Then five loud steps approaching again me from behind. I felt frozen with desire and fear. He reached around with both hands and smeared cool wet clay on both of my tits, working it around and around, smearing the cold slimy earth over my nipples, around the aureoles, and pushing my tits up against my chest as he covered my tits in clay. It was cool and slimy and ticklish. He chuckled quietly, "This will protect those gorgeous fat tits for later, too." He laughed again. I had no idea what "later" meant. The drape under me was wet. I realized that it was my own pussy that was making the drape wet. I was sitting straddling a low stone bench, with the drape wrapped around each of my legs and falling down to expose just the top of my ass. "Anna, now that your tits won't get too scratched by the stone bench, I'd like you to get up on all fours now, please." I clutched the drape to my one leg and turned my head over my shoulder: "Here?" I asked in a voice much quieter and smaller than what I knew to by my own voice. "Yes, darling, just bring your knees up on the bench and stretch your arms out in front of you on the bench so that we see your lovely elongated back. You can let your tits press down on the cold stone bench - it won't hurt since I have covered them with clay. Go ahead now and be a darling. Bend down for me now, please." He chuckled again, "This is called 'The Devotional Pose' in yoga. Now I need your ass in the air, and your tits pressed against the bench with your arms stretched out straight in front of you holding on to the bench, okay? Can you do that for me, Anna?" He said the last question so softly, so sweetly, that I immediately complied. This was art, after all, he didn't want to fuck me, he wanted to make a sculpture. And after all, I was getting paid for this. So part of the job was to let him direct me so he could make his art, I told myself. The bench was still cold on my tits, even through the clay that he had smeared on them, and which was now beginning to dry. When I stretched my arms in front of me and lowered my back, the drape slid off of me and my full round ass cheeks were exposed to the cold air, along with my wet pussy. I felt ashamed and nervous and excited all at once. "Oh, Anna. what a wonderful ass you have" the sculptor said in a low voice. It was too quiet and too low the way that he said it. He was almost laughing, and breathing heavy now. He said this slowly, and somehow I thought it sounded menacing, or promising, or something... I heard a zipper unzip. He walked over closer to me. I heard four steps. I kept my eyes closed, panting, not knowing what was coming next. I felt something hard and wet press against my pussy. I gasped. This was really happening. It was his dick, exposed, pressed against my pussy - now dripping wet and hot. Reaching over my back, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up from the bench. It hurt. He had me securely in his reins as if I were his horse. I wondered if he was about to ride me. "Anna, I am going to fuck you. But not yet. First I am going to play with you." And with that, he walked back across the room. I heard five steps, and wondered what he was going to get. I wondered what he was going to do next. (To Be Continued...) Fucking Anna Pt. 02 Being a model for this sculptor had become strange, alarming. Quickly I had been fondled, ordered how to sit, and had clay smeared over my aroused tits. And now I was crouching doggy-style on a cold stone bench being asked to stay there while the sculptor walked across the cold hard concrete behind me. Whenever he walked back to his gear I heard five steps, each time. I did not dare turn around and look. Part of the job was staying still. But more than this, something in me was afraid to disobey him. On the surface, I feared some undefined punishment. Somewhere deeper, I craved some undefined punishment. It was that somewhere deeper that was making my pussy warm and wet right now. "Anna, I am going to fuck you. But not yet. First I am going to play with you," he had said before walking away. I wondered what he was going to do next. I heard a zipper unzip. Not like the pants zipper I heard before he had pressed the wet tip of his cock against my wet pussy lips to surprise me; but like a larger zipper. It sounded like the zipper of a large bag. Then a larger sound: a thud, a whoosh and a rush of cold air pushed into the room. "Holy shit, Jed!" someone bellowed loud. The sculptor's name was Jed? I had forgotten to ask his name. There was another man in the room. I froze like an animal of prey. I had just given in to a strange man seeing my bare ass in the air, my tits covered in clay, and in a compromising position. Now there was a man I had never seen - and could not see right now - with a full view of my bare ass. Jed, the sculptor, chuckled. "Would you like to stay and watch, Jim?" "Fuck, yes!" the new man, Jim, almost moaned in a low exhale. "She's a good girl, Jim. A very good girl and a good model. I'm just about to get into testing her body a little, and I'm glad you're here to advise me." With that, Jed the Sculptor took five steps across the cold concrete and I could hear his heavy boots approaching me from behind. I felt one large hand spread my right ass cheek to the side and heard a quick slimy pop as a plug was shoved into my ass hole. I moaned. The plug in my ass hole stretched the inside of my ass walls and pushed against the walls of my pussy. I felt full. I felt so good I started to whimper just a little with each exhale. I felt like an animal - an animal in heat. I was excited that there were two men in the room with me, and that they were no doubt looking at my round, pale ass. "Do you like her ass, Jim?" Jed the sculptor called out. He said it as if he were proud. But it also somehow sounded like I was a blue ribbon livestock at some livestock show. I indeed felt like an animal on display. Why I liked this, I did not know. Jim did not answer, but I could hear a zipper unzip. And then the wet slapping sound of a hand squeezing wet skin. I heard the other man, Jim, let out a sound like uhhhhhh. I then knew that he had taken out his cock, and was stroking it, with my ass in full view. I felt so proud and so naughty at the same time. My cheeks were flushed hot on my face, and the sounds that the strange man made while stroking his cock inspired me to moan a little, too. The sculptor laughed and trod back over to me. The stomps of his boots making those five stomps across the concrete made my breath come short, again. He walked up to my shoulders and fastened a cloth around my eyes, tying it behind my hair, catching a few strands of my long hair in the knot. "Anna, I think you're about to be fucked blind by a man you don't know, okay, Honey?" I don't know why but I let out a little low moan and just breathed, "yes." "Good girl, Anna. You are a very good girl." The sculptor chuckled again. "Thank you for being such a naughty model. If I had known you were such a dirty whore I would have fucked you myself already." His words made me moan and pant some more. Right now I wanted to be fucked more than anything, and being fucked by him seemed like the ultimate reward. As if he knew this, he leaned close to my ear and whispered just below the blindfold, "Just a little more work and then I will fill you up with my cock, Honey. You are doing great."With that he reached under my arm and twisted my right nipple, pinching off some clay. I yelped in surprise. It hurt. That it hurt made me want him more. But now someone was behind me. I could hear the other man making sounds like "heh heh heh" and muttering excited half sentences like "holy shit" and "oh yeah baby." I swayed back and forth in surprise and slight fear. Jed the sculptor grabbed me by the nipple again, and this time held me by the twisted nipple. "Hold still, baby, this will only take a little while." I felt a wet cock tap on top of my ass. Then again along my ass crack, the other man, Jim, caressed the top of my ass with his cock. My fear mounted as I realized it seemed very long. I could feel how long his cock was each time it tapped down on top of my ass. Would all of that length fit inside me? I didn't think so, at least not without hurting a little. Again my fear turned to excitement and I felt pussy juices literally squirt out of me and start to trickle down my leg. Jim was no doubt holding his cock in a straight line ahead of himself now, because he stopped tapping the top of my ass with it. He was still moaning half sentences, "oh yeah, oh yeah..." And it was then that I felt it and let out a gasp. I could feel the wet, fat head pushing against my pussy hole. The head of Jim's cock was too fat to fit into my tight hole. Jim grunted. He would make it fit. I whimpered. I should have gotten up and run away. But why didn't I? I wanted this. I wanted to be fucked and degraded like this. I wanted to feel like an animal in heat on display. I wanted to be used as a fuck toy. Jed the sculptor had slid his head under me while I struggled to remain on all fours. He sucked on first one tit, then the other, biting the nipple and sucking hard until he must have had a beard and mouth full of clay. Milked and fucked, I thought to myself. I am being milked and I am about to be fucked! At the arrival of that thought, Jim found his angle and leverage and leaned into my tight wet pussy hole with his hard cock. A helpless slide and I was split in two. What I mean is that a rush of heat pushed through my body and into my head until I saw stars. I screamed a low animal release of a cry. And with that, Jim was riding me hard and fast. He slapped my ass each time he pummeled into me and I cried out. My whole body felt split in two. My tits hung heavy and swollen. Heat moved through my body like a raging river. I was being fucked too hard to form words. I kept trying to moan words like "yes" and "please" and "fuck me," but all that came out of my mouth were sounds. I had no control over the sounds that came out of my mouth. Each thrust of Jim's long cock pushed the air out of my mouth and with it, an animal cry. Jed the sculptor was praising me. "Good girl, good cock hungry whore girl!" Every time I cried out, he praised me. And every time he praised me, he bit or pinched my tits. All of my body felt like a raging fire. And with that, Jim pulled out of my pussy and rested his still erect cock on the top of my ass again. He too had stopped making words. He was panting and making sounds like "uhhhhh..." I heard Jed the Sculptor get up and then felt two hands on my hips. "Anna, honey, sit your ass down on your feet. We are going to turn you around now." I did as he told me to do. Then he took my hands and guided me in turning around on the bench. "We're going to wash that clay off your fat tits with cum, now, okay Honey?" It was so weird I didn't know what to say. I just nodded my head. Jed the sculptor slowly lifted the cloth blindfold off of my head and the room was white with bright lights. I squeezed my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes again and they adjusted to the light, I saw a man in front of me. "So this was the man with the long cock pushed into me" I thought to myself. I felt shy and exposed. The man was smirking, holding his wet cock out to me. He must have been six foot four. He was huge, with black hair, pale skin, and a black beard. He looked not unlike a lumberjack in a plaid shirt, boots and work pants with his cock pulled out. Jed the sculptor grabbed my hair and whispered into my ear, "I want you to suck his cock just until he starts to come. Then I want you to pull it out of your mouth and let him come on these naughty fat tits, okay?" When he said "naughty fat tits" he dragged two fingers across my tits and nipples and I shivered. I just nodded my head and opened my mouth. "Oh hell yes," the other man Jim said. His cock tasted salty and went straight to the back of my neck. Already hard, I felt it stiffen even more in my mouth. I sucked the salty piece of meat happily, but he started to come in my mouth almost immediately. I remembered what Jed had told me to do and opened my mouth. I held the base of Jim's cock and watched white sperm fountain and explode out onto my swollen breasts. Jed the Sculptor started to massage it into the clay. My chest was a slimy mess of clay and sperm. "Very good work, my dirty little cock whore. I'm so proud that such a shy girl is so cock hungry after all." Jed said to me under his breath. "Thank you, Sir" I whispered in reply. "Are you ready for your reward, sweetheart?" He called me sweetheart. It sounded strange and wonderful. "Yes, Sir" I whisper-whimpered. "Good. Let me get the ropes now," he said. To Be Continued...