15 comments/ 84268 views/ 55 favorites Painting Naked Aubrey, a CFNM story By: BuckyDuckman Aubrey talks me into painting a series of cabins naked and hard while she stays completely clothed. Later, she invites her friends to watch, too. Hiring help from the local college felt like a bad idea to me, but those six cabins weren't going to paint themselves and I needed the help. Only one person answered my online ad. When she showed up, I was sure I was screwed. Aubrey Nichols showed up wearing brand new painter pants that looked two sizes too big for her. They clung low on her hips held in place by magic. She wore a tight t-shirt, a big smile of perfectly straight teeth, and looked as if she wouldn't know which end of a paint brush to hold. "Ever paint before?" I asked. "I'm a art student, what the fuck do you think?" she asked. With a rubber band from around her wrist, she pulled her long, dark hair behind her head and tied it up. "We're not painting canvas," I snarled back. No way was this skinny chick wearing thick rimmed geek glasses going to get the best of me. "My parents own eight rental properties. I've been doing this kind of painting since I could walk." She pulled the strip off the first five gallon tub of paint, recognized the lid opener when she saw it, and had a smaller pail full of paint without spilling a drop. "You want to roll or cut in?" "Fair enough. If you can cut in without taping the baseboards, I'll roll." "Artist, remember? I'm good with a brush." Aubrey wasn't lying. She loaded her brush, didn't bother to use a guide, and made a perfect four foot swipe just above the baseboard. Tossing a roller screen inside the big bucket of paint, I went to work behind her. Two hours later, we were ready to move to the first bedroom. As we shifted our supplies, I did a bit of sightseeing. Aubrey was cute. I liked her narrow waist and the way her flat stomach showed above the waistband of her painter pants and beneath the bottom of her tight t-shirt. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how her painter pants stayed in place. "You in college, too?" she asked as she went back to work cutting in the bedroom walls. "B.S. in Biology," I said, knowing I wasn't doing a damn thing related to my degree. Aubrey must have caught the look on my face, because she laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh, just an acknowledgement that sometimes life takes turns we don't expect. With the ice broken, we talked, laughed, and knocked out our work. By the end of the day, we were finished with the first cabin and had a good rapport between us. She was waiting for me in front of the second cabin when I showed up for work on Tuesday. I brought coffee and we went back to work. "So, if you were a Biology major, I guess that means you know a lot about the birds and bees, right?" she asked, on her knees cutting in above the baseboard. "I guess. Did you have questions?" "I have lots of questions, but you'd freak." "Try me," I said, pulling my eyes off her tight ass to pay more attention to the wall in front of me. "Okay, do you think it's true that guys think about sex every 7.3 seconds? That's what they said on the radio this morning." "Probably," I laughed. It was a hell of a first question. "Then why didn't it show during my life studies class?" she asked. I didn't understand what she meant, but she explained how the life studies meant sketching the human form and a naked model. "We had this guy as our model this semester and he never got hard." "Just because we're thinking about sex doesn't mean we're hard." "But I thought guys got hard all the time." "And sometimes, it just sort of happens. Doesn't mean we're horny." "Weird. Is it awkward?" "How so?" "I mean, when you get hard, you're hard, right?" she asked. I agreed. "It's not as if it bends or anything, right?" Again, I agreed. "So what do you do with it?" "You ride it out. It's just sort of there. It's not a big deal."' "Maybe not for you," she said, giggling."Ever go commando?" "Sometimes," I shrugged. "Ever wear shorts and go commando at the same time?" "Have you?" "Not in shorts. But I've done it while wearing a skirt or a dress. Does that count?" "Yeah, it does," I said, feeling the beginnings of a hard-on as I thought about it. I tried to change the topic."Maybe he was gay." "Who?" "Your model. Maybe that's why he didn't get hard around you." "You think I'm worth getting hard around?" she asked, looking up at me. Her eyes hesitated just below my beltline before moving to my face. She flashed me a playful grin. "So you want a guy to be naked and hard around you?" I asked, putting it back on her. "Yeah, why not? I mean, as long as I had my clothes on, nothing would happen. I think it would be fun to see, that's all." "So me being naked and hard wouldn't do anything for you. Thanks," I said, purposely twisting her words. "Fuck, that's not what I meant!" she said before laughing at how I twisted it around. "I want to see every man I know naked and hard. Well, the hot ones, anyway." "Now I'm hot?" "You're not bad," she said, focusing on her painting. "And then women wonder why guys don't understand them." "What's that supposed to mean?" "First, you tell me nothing would happen if I got hard around you. Then you tell me I'm hot. Then you tell me I'm not bad looking. What the fuck, over?" She waited for me to load my roller before pulling the screen from the big bucket of paint and refilling her smaller bucket. Using an empty bucket as a seat, she watched me finish the wall. "I said, if I'm still wearing my clothes, nothing would happen if you were naked and hard. Doesn't mean it won't get to me." "I can think of lots things that might. I could splatter paint on my dick." Aubrey giggled. "It's latex, dude. Comes right off." "Would you wash it off for me?" "I'd rather watch you wash it off." "Okay, stop it," I said, feeling the bulge growing inside my pants. "Problem?" "Not yet," I admitted, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep my cool. I had half a hard-on. Not enough to embarrass myself, but enough for her to notice and everything about our conversation told me she would. Screw it. I turned around, picked up my coffee cup, and took a seat across from her. If she was going to check, I would see her look. She tilted her head and considered me with a whimsical half grin on her face before shaking away the expression and polishing off her cup of lukewarm coffee. "What?" I asked. I might not be a master at reading body language, but I could tell she had just finished an internal conversation I didn't get to hear. "Nothing. There's no way you'd do it, so it doesn't matter." "Do what?" "Work the rest of the day naked." I laughed, nearly spewing coffee out of my nose. "Why the hell would I do that?" "You won't do it, so it doesn't matter." "No shit. But why would you want me to do it? You that interested in seeing me hard? " "I said naked, I didn't say you had to be hard." "If I get naked around you, I'm sure I'll be hard, too." "But what if we go back to work like nothing's happening, would you stay hard?" "Maybe. Probably." "You like your job that much?" Aubrey asked, that half grin back on her face. It was interesting how that same half grin did triple duty as an amused smirk, a sarcastic emphasis, or a wistful musing. She was cute when she did any one of those. "I'm just saying, if I'm naked around a good looking woman and I'm not hard, there's something wrong with me, you know?" "So you think I'm good looking?" "Good enough," I said, catching how she was doing the same thing back to me. "I don't think you would stay hard." I laughed at her ignorance. "Let's say that I did, then what? " "Then we have four more cabins to go. Think you could do it four days in a row?" "Now I'm working naked for the next four days? When did that happen?" "Aren't you curious what might happen?" "Are you getting naked, too?" She shook her head. "No, just you." "What's in it for me?" "Your clothes stay clean?" I watched her over my coffee cup as I drained it. As far as I could tell, she was serious. She really wanted me to do it. "Let's pretend I decide to do it. And let's suppose I get hard and stay that way, too." She nodded. "By the end of the day, I'm going to be in need, if you catch my drift." "I think, if you're working naked, you should be allowed to take care of yourself anytime you want to." "You going to help me with that?" "I'll watch you do it, if that makes a difference. I've never seen a guy just do it without something else happening, too." "Too one-sided," I said. I got as far as picking up the big paint bucket to carry it into the bedroom when she sealed the deal. "If you work naked these next four days, you can have me." "Have you how?" I asked, not turning around. "Any way you want me." I put the big bucket down and faced her. "For how long?" "One night. You and me." "I might be into some sick and twisted things," I threatened. "I'm an art student, I think I can handle anything you can dish out." I stared at Aubrey Nichols for a long time. She was serious, but was I? Could I really do it? "Any rules?" She shrugged. "No. You work naked the rest of today and until we finish the last cabin." "Naked and hard," I corrected. She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, if you can stay hard. You can get off anytime you want. That would be cool to see, too. I mean, I don't care. I just want to see a guy naked and hard and see what happens." "And the day we finish?" "You have me that night, from the moment we pack up until sunrise." I teetered on the edge of accepting her challenge. "What are you going to do?" "Paint, look, and probably giggle at lot." Before I could turn her down again, she added a little more weight to her side of the equation. "Just try it for today, as a goof. If it gets too weird, you can get dressed. Unless, of course, you're bashful." I was curious what might happen. Maybe she would get so excited she would want me before our last day, you know? I don't know. Maybe I liked the idea of freaking her out. And when she reminded me I could get dressed anytime I wanted, I realized I didn't have a reason to say "no." After kicking off my work boots, I stripped off my painter pants, my t-shirt, and saved my boxers for last. Sitting naked on an overturned bucket, I put my boots back on while Aubrey sat watching with one of her half grins in place. I wasn't hard, but I wasn't soft, either. It was a good compromise. "For the record, you have nothing to be bashful about. You're hot." She stared between my legs without shame. "Keep staring and I'm going to end up hard, too." "I haven't stopped yet, have I?" she asked, her eyes plastered on my half hard cock and balls. Feeling my cock stir, I realized I needed to do something more than sit there. "This feels damn weird," I said, returning to the bucket of paint we needed in the next room. "I like it," she said, smiling as she picked up her smaller brush and bucket. Giving Aubrey a chance to start her cutting in, I stood farther away and allowed her to get farther ahead of me before I stepped up with my roller. It didn't seem polite to wave my exposed junk her face. "You still on break or do you like seeing me on my knees?" she asked, calling me on my idleness. "Just giving you a chance to work ahead of me." As I started working the roller again, I hoped my half staffed hard-on might ease. I know she said she wanted to see me hard, but I wanted to take it one step at a time. Without the restrictions of my clothes, my cock and balls swung in the air. Enjoying the extra freedom, my cock grew harder instead of softer. I ignored the change. It wasn't sticking out or up, not yet, but as my prick grew longer and fatter I knew that could change at any moment. "You should model for one of the life studies classes," she said. I guess she was just making conversation. "I'll pass." "Why? Can't handle fifteen art students staring at you?" "You ever do it?" "Me? No. I don't want someone to see me naked unless we're going to have sex." "Guess you never played sports then." "What's that mean?" she asked, glancing at me. Her eyes lingered on my junk, but eventually made it to my face, too. "Public showers." "Ever seen what happens in the women's locker room?" "Now you're just trying to get to me." "Okay. And for the record, I've only had sex in the women's locker room once." "Bullshit," I said, fighting off my prick's interest in growing harder. "I'm serious. She came on to me. It was my freshman year at State. I never knew her name, either." "This is so much bullshit." I was determined to keep my cool. "I had just finished a work-out when she came into the showers behind me. We were just talking when she offered to wash my back. I don't know why I let her. I guess because I was still young and stupid. It never occurred to me she might be coming on to me. And I guess I didn't really let her wash my back, she just started doing it. I sort of froze, wondering what was up. It wasn't until her hand moved to my front that I figured it out. "Anyway, the next thing I know, she's pulling me against her. Fuck, I can still remember how it felt to have her naked body pressed against my back. She grabbed at my tits and I guess when I didn't stop her, she just kept going. Next thing I know, she's fingering me, got me off, and left." "You are shitting me. Not a bit of that happened," I said. "Maybe it did," she said, witnessing the change in my cock. She had missed seeing it change. I hadn't. Not only had I felt it, but I had watched it move from a chubby to a hard-on. I couldn't hide it. I didn't try. What was I supposed to do? I kept painting while my hard cock begged for attention I wasn't offering. I felt conspicuous as hell. "For whatever its worth, fuck that's hot." Her softer words made prick throb a few times. "That's not helping." "Can you work like that?" "I'm getting more done than you," I pointed out. My brush hadn't stopped moving since I got hard. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and went back to work. Still cutting in the baseboards, her back was to me. It didn't change anything about my condition. We were quiet as we worked. I didn't notice how fast she was moving until she reached the end of the wall, stopped, and turned around to watch me work. She sat on the floor, hugging her bent knees and wore a delighted smile as she stared at my hard dick. "Really?" "Hey, I'm waiting on you." "And you're just going to stare?" "Why not? It's a nice view." "It's not helping," I said, my cock throbbing for attention. "Relax. I'm an artist. You should let me sketch you like that." I did my best to ignore her and my hard-on and kept working. It wasn't easy, but I kept the roller loaded with paint a moving against the wall. Side step by side step, I moved closer to the corner where she sat. "You going to move?" I asked. "Do I have to?" "No, but it's not my fault if this thing hits you in the face," I said, giving my prick a quick glance. She waited until the last moment to move. Picking up her brush, she went back to work on the next wall. This time, she faced me as she worked, backing up as she went along. Again, we stayed quiet, except for the occasional squeak from the roller. She worked quickly, reached the end of the wall, and stopped again. It's a common mistake rookies make when painting, they'll cut in a room and then roll, producing an odd outline around the room. The key is to work with a wet edge. I worked fast enough with a roller that Aubrey could keep going, but she was fast, too. Regardless of how we did it, she would have to wait for me to catch up. "Tomorrow I'm bringing a second roller." "If you do, I'll bring a friend to watch, too." "Maybe we should trade jobs." "Fine with me. I don't mind staring at your ass." I kept working, knowing if I worked the roller any faster, it would start to splatter. "Think about what you might to do me in four days." "I'm hard enough." "Then do something about it." "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "I think you'd like it more." "How so?" "You're the one having the orgasm." "You could have one with me." "I could. Maybe I will. Want to take a break and find out?" "I'm fine," I said, stepping back to inspect our work. It looked good. I waited for her to cut in the next wall. I didn't have to prompt her. She started working on it as soon as I left the corner. "I'll be right back. I gotta drain off some of that coffee." "How do you do that when it's pointing in the wrong direction?" "Same problem every guy has every morning. You lean over and push it down as far as you can." "Can I watch?" "Watch me pee?" "Think of it as a biology lesson." "No way," I said. "If you're not hard when you come back, I'll know you did more than pee!" she called out to my back. I took care of business, washed my hands, and stared at myself in the mirror. My face and torso were freckled in paint. Looking down, I saw the paint freckles went from my head to the toes of my work boots. I had been working the roller too hard; loading it with too much paint and spinning it too fast. Dots of latex clung to my pubic hair. I rolled my eyes at my reflection and went back into the other room. I guess Aubrey didn't trust how long I might be. She had stopped her work and was working the roller. "Are we trading jobs?" "Is it okay? My knees were getting tired." I noticed that she checked to see if I was still hard. I was. "Don't want that, especially between now our night together. You might be spending a lot of time on your knees." "Oh yeah? Guess that means you like it doggie style?" "Think 'head nurse,'" I suggested. "Tease." "Oh, you like doing that?" "I like lots of things. What sort of things do you have in mind?" I thought about trying to tease her as she had done with me, but I didn't do it. I was naked and hard, if that wasn't enough of a thrill for her, what could I say? Besides, a little mystery can go a long way. "You did say I could be as sick and twisted as I wanted, right?" Damn it, my threat didn't faze her. "I did." "Ever do anal?" I suggested, not even thinking about my back being turned to her. "Giving or receiving?" she asked, loading the roller. "You're so full of shit," I said, laughing at her suggestion. "Am I?" Rather than answer, I stayed focused on my work. I knew how to paint a line without using a guide, but I never took the risk. Holding the guide meant I could work faster. I stayed well ahead of her and by the time we finished the room, it was clear we needed to trade jobs again. "I forgot how much of a work-out that gives your arms," she said as we broke for lunch. The cabins were three miles into the woods and fair enough way from town that it made more sense to bring our lunches. With the furniture in storage during painting, we used empty paint tubs as stools. A vegetarian, Aubrey ate a bean sprout sandwich on whole wheat bread while drinking herbal tea she brewed herself. I chowed down on both my baloney sandwiches without guilt, even when she pointed out, "You know there's a legal limit to how much rat hair is allowed in baloney and it's not zero." "Careful or we'll start our date at a steakhouse I know." The horrible face she made and the way she shivered made me laugh. "Now it's a date?" I shrugged. "What do you want to call it?" "I don't know. I guess that works. I was serious about wanting to sketch you." Her eyes told me which part she wanted to sketch. "We'll see." "Does it still feel weird to be naked?" "At least I'm not hard anymore." I wasn't sure when it happened, but sometime during our lunch break, my hard-on had eased. Painting Naked Aubrey, a CFNM story "Will you get hard again on your own or do you need to do something?" "I don't know. I mean, I get hard sometimes. All guys do." "I know. But I want you hard all day." "Yeah and we talked about what might happen, too." "I know." She smiled. "Is that what you want?" Painters never have a shortage of empty five gallon buckets. Aubrey stood and tossed her trash in the bucket behind me set-up for that reason. Then she surprised me by squatting next to me, her hands on my naked thigh and knee. She wore another of her half smiles as she looked between my legs before she leveled her gaze at my face. "I want to see you hard all day. I want you in so much need, it's all you can do to work. If you end up playing with yourself, I'm going to watch you do it. But it's more fun seeing you in need." "You're cruel." "No. I'm curious." "I have half a mind to jerk-off right now." "Go for it," she said, backing away. I grabbed my prick, giving it a few encouraging squeezes. Appreciating the attention, my prick regained the firmness it had lost. It felt good to touch myself, but I realized I didn't want to get off as much I as I wanted to tease her. Standing, I stretched, letting my hard cock bob with its freedom. "Ready to get back to work?" "Cool," she said with a full smile that used both sides of her mouth. It was the prettiest one yet. Upstairs was an open loft and a small bedroom. The ceiling in both rooms followed the roofline, leaving less space to paint. It took her longer to cut in than it did for me to use the roller. "If you splatter more paint on yourself, you won't be naked anymore," she joked, crouched next to me in a corner and studying my hard cock. "Care to play a game of connect the dots?" "Sure!" Laughing, she gave my cock and balls a quick back and forth swipe with her brush. "Oops, missed a spot," she said, pressing the brush between my legs, behind my balls, and painting my taint. "You're going to wash that off." "No, you're going to wash it off and I'm going to watch you do it." When I turned to pick up my paint bucket, she swiped my ass, too. Back downstairs, I stood back from each wall, studying the work we had done. It looked good. Nice and smooth. My cock throbbed with need as the coat of paint on it began to dry. Glancing at the clock, I realized we had finished earlier than yesterday. "We could start on the next house if you want." We were being paid by the house and not by the hour. "Want to wash up?" she said, smirking at the paint I wore. "Not if we're going to keep painting." "I'm game if you are," she said, packing up the supplies. "You know if you get dressed between this cabin and the next, our deal is off." "How is that fair?" "Come on. If we get started on the next house today, we'll finish a day early. That's a whole day of not seeing you nakie." "Nakie?" Aubrey giggled. "Okay, naked and hard. Considering what I have on the line, I don't want to miss a day." We were in the woods, the risk being seen by anyone were slim to none. Finishing a day early had a lot of appeal to me. With my arms full, I opened the front door to my painted hard-on and we laughed as we took four trips to move everything. We knocked out the smallest bedroom upstairs, leaving our supplies ready for the morning. Done, there was one thing left to do before we headed home; cleaning up. I had already worked out the details. After washing her hands in the kitchen sink, Aubrey leaned against the counter, held the soap out to me, and smirked. "Have fun." "Sure thing," I said. Naked, I walked through the great room and upstairs with her following me. I turned on the shower. "Hey, unfair!" "Bullshit, you can see," I said, aiming the spray as low as I could. I soaped my hands before taking care of my well painted privates. Don't ask me how I did without getting off, but I managed. I used shop towels to dry off my legs and dressed, opting to go commando. My hard-on made a tent out of my pants, but I felt as I was leaving with a small piece of my dignity in place. "Your turn to bring coffee," I said and we walked out to our cars. I jerked off as soon as I got home. As I brought myself off to thoughts of what I might do to Aubrey, I noticed the dried paint still tangled in my pubic hair. Needing a more complete shower, I fixed the problem of paint getting into my pubic hair by shaving it off. I was hard again when I went to bed, wondering what Aubrey's reaction would be when she saw what I had done. I wore my work clothes to the job site. Aubrey showed up five minutes later with coffee and frowned when she saw me. "You're not naked." "I was waiting for you." "But I wanted to walk into work with a naked dude." "Should have brought one," I said, pulling off my clothes. I was already hard, eager to see her reaction to my personal grooming. I earned another big smile from her. "Nice. How's it feel?" "Sexy?" I offered. "Careful of the coffee, is really hot," she said, setting down her cup and positioning her smaller bucket for its first load of paint. Picking up her brush, she started in the corner and we were back at work. "That's it?" "What? I said it looked good. It makes you look bigger. Did you take care of yourself last night?" "Did you?" "Twice," she said, flashing me another smile. "Maybe it's just me, but hanging out with a good looking guy who can manage staying naked and hard all day really can get to a girl." "So you think I'm good looking?" "Call me shallow, but ugly guys don't thrill me, no matter how hard they get." I can't say it was easier staying hard for a second day. It didn't feel as strange. On the other hand, I was naked, hard, and on display for Aubrey. She stared as much as the first day. After finishing the loft, we drank our coffee before toting things downstairs. "You never told me if you took care of yourself last night." "Twice," I admitted. She laughed. "You just blushed!" "I did not." "Yeah you did," she insisted and I could feel the heat on my face. It felt strange admitting that I had jerked off. "Did you think about me?" "Maybe." "Oh fuck yeah you did!" she squealed as I felt my cheeks heat up. "What did you think about? Fuck, please tell me I wasn't painting in your fantasy, too." "Gathering ammo for our date." "Pervert." "Guess we'll find out," I said, glad my prick felt the need to throb because of her stare. Downstairs, we started in the smaller room, knocking it out and breaking for an early lunch. We were halfway through our lunch when Aubrey noticed I was still hard. "Think that means anything?" "I'm getting used to being hard?" "Maybe you should do something about it." "I'm fine." "If you do it, how long will it take to get hard again?" "Who says I'll ever get soft?" "Damn, really?" "It's been known to happen," I assured her. It doesn't happen every time, but if I'm excited enough, I don't get soft after an orgasm. Well, a little softer, but I stay hard enough that I keep fucking, if that's what I'm doing. "I want to see that." "Then get me off. There's nothing in the rules that says you can't do that, is there?" "Wouldn't be the same." "Oh well." When I say she considered me for a minute, what I mean is that she stared at my hard cock for a minute. "Remember that story I told you yesterday about what happened in the shower?" I nodded. "I sort of lied. That wasn't quite how it went." "I remember calling bullshit." "I know. I'm sorry. It wasn't some chick coming to me. I was the one who did it." "Did what?" "Groped her." "Who was she?" Aubrey shrugged. "I don't know. I never saw her again, but she was so hot looking. Short, like me, and blonde with big tits. I kept staring at her. I didn't mean to do it, I just did. And she turned her back to me and said something like, 'Either do it or stop staring.' And so I did. I didn't go down on her or anything. But pressed up against her, wrapped my arms around her, and fingered her until she got off." "Bullshit," I called again, but the twist on the story had the same impact on me as it had yesterday. Except yesterday, her story was what made me hard. Being hard had a different impact. My cock throbbed. "Truth. I swear," Aubrey insisted, squeezing a hand between her legs. "It still gets to me when I think about it. I can remember how it felt pressing my tits up against her back." She clutched her chest. "And feeling her big titties? It felt as if they were mine. Her whole body felt like mine, only different, does that make any sense?" "I know what you're trying to do." "Do it," she said. "Let me see." "No." "Show me how you do it. You don't have to finish, I want to know how it's going to look tonight when you do it." I shook my head, but she gave me such a pleading look behind her geek goggles. "Please?" "I just rub it, like this," I said, giving myself a couple tentative strokes. I was more interested teasing her than me, but her clutching herself was getting to me. "Don't stop," she purred. I didn't. She did, but not me. When I was too far along to stop, she stopped clutching her crotch. But her eyes never left me. Her gaze bounced up and down from my hand to my face and back again. "Do it. Get off for me." I moaned and shot my load across the empty space between us. "Happy?" I got soft. Not all the way soft, but soft enough that my cock sagged again. I felt it flopping as I worked the roller. Aubrey didn't seem to mind, but she kept an eye me as she worked. As we moved to the second wall, there were signs of improvement. By the time we were done, I was back to full mast. I stayed that way while we packed up, moved to the next cabin, and was pleased my hard-on never faded as we painted both of the upstairs rooms. "So, tomorrow, can I come to work to a naked, hard guy?" Aubrey asked as I locked the door behind us. "Yeah." "Cool. Oh, and bring an extra cup of coffee tomorrow. I'm bringing a girlfriend with me." "Whoa, no way," I protested. "Deal with it," she said, climbing into her Prius, tossing me a wave of her hand, and leaving me standing shocked and surprised in front of my truck. I spent the night replaying those final few words and how she had set me up. It was slick how she reminded me to be naked before she arrived. I guess it could have been worse, she didn't have to tell me in the first place. The next morning, instead of picking up three cups of coffee, I bought a pot of coffee that came in a recyclable, cardboard box. Arriving to work early, I based the inside of the fourth cabin, wondering what I should do. Did she really expect find me naked if I knew she was bringing a friend? Something didn't feel right. Aubrey was different, but she wasn't mean. At the last minute, I pulled off my clothes. Watching out the window, I saw her car pull up. Relieved, I saw she was alone. I was still tugging on my prick when she walked through the front door. "Now that's fun," she beamed, her smile lighting up the space. "I'm not interrupting you, am I?" "Where's your friend?" I asked, nodding at the cardboard coffee pot and extra cups. "I told her to wait until after lunch when I thought you'd be good and hard." She helped herself to a cup of coffee. While it cooled, she started working; pouring paint and getting on her knees. As we began our routine, my prick played along, growing to its full length and celebrating the freedom with an occasional throb. "Did you have to take care of things again last night?" "Actually, I didn't." "Damn, you mean I thought about you for no good reason?" "I was saving myself for your friend." "Friends," she corrected, holding up her cell phone. "I just got a text." She explained how her first friend said she could do it and then changed her mind after Aubrey had invited someone else. "You don't mind, do you?" I did, but I wasn't going to admit it. "So what's the point? They're going to show up, see me naked, have a good laugh and head out?" "Actually, I asked them to help us paint. More fun that way." "How so?" She shrugged. "I don't know, just is. It's fun seeing you doing everyday things with a hard-on. Besides, I think you like it, don't you?" I ignored her question. I wasn't sure. It was fun being naked and hard around her, I wasn't sure how I would feel around two strangers. But three days ago, Aubrey was a stranger, too. Finishing the two rooms downstairs, we moved things to the fifth cabin before breaking for lunch. "How much of yesterday's story was true?" I asked her as I ate my first of two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "All of it," she said, smirking playfully when my prick throbbed appreciation for her answer. "You're not just saying that?" She shook her head and I had no reason to doubt her. "Can I ask why you invited friends?" "Same reason why you're eating a p.b. & j." At the time, her answer didn't make any sense to me. After lunch, we went back to work. "I'm glad you shaved," Aubrey said from her position on the floor. "It's sexy looking." "Do you shave?" "I guess you'll find out tomorrow night. Have you decided how you're going to abuse me yet?" "So you're into abuse?" Aubrey had an edge to her, but I was beginning to see through it. "I really want you to pose for me." "Ask me Saturday morning," I said, taking another stab at being a paper tiger. From the worried look that flickered in her eyes, I think she bought it. Shortly after we got back to work, we heard the crunching of car tires outside the cabin. A second Prius with two women sitting in the front seat pulled up beside hers. "It's showtime," Aubrey said, heading to the front door. I panicked. I felt my heart pounding, my breath growing short, and I was afraid I might pass out. I considered grabbing my clothes and running for the bathroom, but found myself frozen in front of the wall working the roller up and down. In the back of my mind, I noticed that Aubrey had been working faster than usual. When she reached the end of the wall, she turned the corner and was cutting in the next wall instead of waiting for me. What I'm saying is, it's not a lie for me say I was worried about catching up. I was. "My bitches!" Aubrey squealed from the open door. "Get your skinny asses in here!" A pair of shrieks returned Aubrey's squeal and I knew I was about to be in college coed hell. "Oh fuck," said the first one through the door when she saw my bare ass hanging out. "Jackpot!" the second one screamed. There were a series of "oh-my-gods" and "you're fucking kidding me" followed with minor variations before Aubrey forced them to calm down. "Chill the fuck out, that's my boss." Whatever was mumbled made Aubrey laugh. "He was before you showed up." I turned, loaded my roller, and went back to work as if nothing was happening. My prick hadn't gotten the message to panic and remained hard. "Give him a second to catch up, okay?" Aubrey asked. I listened to the hushed chatter between them. "He's hot," one of them said. "I thought you were kidding," the other insisted again. "Have you done him yet?" and "What are you waiting for?" I turned the corner with my roller, noticing how Aubrey had stopped at the door frame. That suited me fine. Setting down the roller, I did my best to act as if nothing was wrong. "Hi ladies," I said, plastering a smile on my face. "Either of you painted before?" The two women were taken aback by my casual approach. They stared at my hard cock. The first girl, Courtney, was a tall, skinny blonde wearing a tight t-shirt and Daisy Duke shorts. She managed a smile. Standing next to her was a short, Asian girl with almond shaped eyes and skin the color of caramel. Her straight black hair had blue highlights that made me think of Anime. Ruby's eyes never left my cock, even as she shook my hand. Ruby wore tattered jeans and faded t-shirt that hugged her chest. "I've painted before," she told my prick. "Then let's get to work," Aubrey said, taking charge of her friends. She assigned Courtney to a second roller I had brought (but never used) and taught Ruby how to cut-in with the guide I used. I took a moment to show Courtney how to use the screen inside the paint bucket to load the roller. Five minutes after they arrived, the four of us were back to work. "Dude, you're like hard as fuck. Is that okay for me to say?" Courtney asked, staring at me while Ruby cut in enough a space for her to start rolling. "Is that a problem?" I asked. "No, I'm just saying, you know?" "How long have you been hard?" Ruby asked. "Since this morning." "Doesn't it hurt?" When Aubrey rolled her eyes at me, I laughed. "I'm just excited, that's all. It's okay, right?" "It's fucking hot as hell," Courtney added. "So, did you like lose a bet or something?" Ruby wanted know. "Something like that," I said, deferring the truth. "I told him he could have me tomorrow, anyway he wants me," Aubrey said, setting the record straight. For whatever reason, that made Courtney giggle. "Did you really jerk off for her yesterday?" Ruby asked. I gave Aubrey a stern look. What else had she told them? "Yeah I did and I came like a motherfucker, too," I admitted. Aubrey laughed so hard she had to pull her brush away from the wall. "Can we see you do that?" "Probably not," I told the pretty Asian chick, though I'll admit to being tempted. "You should make him do it," Courtney told Aubrey. "I didn't make him do it the first time," she revealed. "It's just part of the deal. He can do it any time he wants to do it." "How long have you been naked?" the skinny blonde asked. "A day and half. Well, at this point, I guess two days." "Two days and only one orgasm? Dude, that's not right." "One orgasm that Aubrey got to see," I corrected. "Is she allowed to touch you and stuff?" Ruby asked. "She can, but she hasn't. Not on purpose." "Fuck that," Courtney told her Asian friend. "I want to take that thing for a fucking ride." "Hey!" Aubrey said, her voice a sharp shot that echoed in the empty room. "Sorry," Courtney mumbled and toned it down. Aubrey and I moved into the downstairs bedroom before our helpers finished their wall. When they said they were done, I inspected it. I'll be honest, I was impressed. They had done a good job. Together, the four of us knocked out the last room of that cabin in no time, though Aubrey and me finished three walls to their one. The extra hands were appreciated as we moved to the sixth and final cabin. The two extra women couldn't keep their eyes off my hard cock. Once I was over the initial shock, I didn't care. In fact, I enjoyed them looking. I stayed hard as hell for them. They thought it was cool when I walked outside as if nothing was happening. Though it was after three in the afternoon, they insisted on helping us finish off one more room. Aubrey suggested the loft. Once we were set-up, she pulled me into the upstairs bedroom. "I want you to get off in front of them." "Why?" "Because I want to see it. Will you do that for me?" "Do I have to?" "No." I studied her eyes behind her smart goggles for a moment, trying to access if she was telling the truth. As near as I could tell, she was. "Just do it. Like it's natural. Like you just felt the need to get off, okay?" she said, her eyes on mine. She wasn't begging me to do it, but I could tell it meant something to her. I nodded and we went back to work as if nothing was happening. The loft area had three walls to paint, two triangular walls because of the slope of the roofline and a long, narrow wall that left little room for the roller once Aubrey was done cutting it in. I took my time rolling, waiting until our helpers had moved to the second triangular wall. "Fuck, I'm horny," I said as I worked. A bit later, I asked, "It's chill if I take care of things with them here, isn't it?" Painting Naked Aubrey, a CFNM story "Whatever," she said, her voice sounding much more casual than the delighted smile she flashed me. "Are you going to watch?" "I told you I would." "Want to help?" "Tomorrow," she said. "Anyway you want it, remember?" I moved towards the railing that looked out over the rest of the cabin. I moved because I could stand up straight there. "You know payback's a bitch," I told her, caressing my balls while my cock throbbed. She nodded. "And I'm going to get paid in full tomorrow." "Should I be worried?" she asked. The other two women stopped working and paid attention. "Depends on how much of a freak you are." "She's pretty freaky," Courtney offered. "Shut the fuck up," Aubrey snapped. "You better hope I don't get too much paint on me tomorrow. The moment we're done with that last stroke, you're going to suck me off," I told her, rubbing my hard cock. "And you better fucking like to swallow, because I promise you I'll have a load and half to give you." Aubrey's tongue flickered across her full lips before she bit her bottom lip, raking it against her top teeth. "After I get off, I'm going to fuck you up the ass with the handle of your paint brush," I threatened, making it up as I went along. "And if that doesn't get you off, I'll use the handle of the roller on her pussy." "Oh fuck," Ruby said, her eyes flickering away from me to see Aubrey's reaction before returning to watch my hand caressing the length of my shaft. "And that's just what's going to happen to you before we leave this job site," I said, wishing I could say more, but finding myself too close to my ragged edge to trust my words. Having six pairs of eyes on me jerking off was more than I could bear. Rather than make more threats, I focused on what I was doing. It took mere moments before I came. My cumshot blasted across the room, with the first spurt landing inches from Aubrey's feet. I shivered, sighed, and smiled at her. "That was for all the things I'm not going to tell you," I said. "Well steal my clothes and fuck me running," Courtney said. "Can we come back tomorrow?" "Only if you feel like being used." "I'll give you number," she offered, earning another scornful glance from Aubrey. After hustling her friends into pulling our supplies to the small bedroom upstairs, Aubrey made them promise to finish painting the room before they left. When she grabbed me by the cock, it was the first time she touched me there. She led me down the stairs. Standing on the bottom step, she faced me. "I don't know if you were telling the truth or making it up as you went along. But as soon as we're done tomorrow, I'll do everything you just said." She gave my still hard cock a quick smile. "Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I'll make sure they don't fuck up." Without a reason to argue, I put on my clothes, climbed in to my truck, and headed home as a new hard-on strained against the fabric of my painter pants. Once I was home, I stripped naked and walked around my house with a hard-on as big and powerful as any Aubrey or her friends had seen. I wanted to touch myself, but I resisted. Tomorrow was our last day together. Tomorrow was payback time. I woke an hour before my alarm as hard as when I went to bed. In the shower, I raked a razor across my shaved parts, making sure they were as smooth as the first day I shaved for her. Our mornings started at eight, but I couldn't wait. We had two rooms left. We would be done by lunchtime and then she would be mine for roughly eighteen hours. Stopping for two cups of coffee on the way, I was still fifteen minutes early. To my surprise, Aubrey's Prius was already parked in front of the last cabin. At first, I thought she might have left her car there overnight. Was I going to see her friends again? Then I realized that yesterday she had parked in front of cabin #5. On a whim, I stopped before I reached the first cabin, before she would see or hear my truck. I took a moment to undress. I didn't need to worry about being hard. I had been hard since I left the jobsite. I left my clothes on the passenger seat, picked up the coffees and walked inside for our last day. Aubrey stood in the middle of the room holding a cup of coffee. A second cup sat on one of the upturned buckets. Our supplies sat around her in the middle of the floor, packed and ready to be loaded. I glanced around the room, seeing it was already painted. "We stayed late last night," she explained. Because it was my job, I poked my head inside the side bedroom and saw it was painted, too. "So we're done?" "Painting," she said, her half smirk turning into a full smile. "How do you want to start?" "Like this," I said, stepping up in front of her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her into me and kissed her on the lips. I felt her lips part, slipped my tongue inside of her mouth, and held her as our kiss lasted for a long, long time. She handed me a piece of paper. "I told Courtney and Ruby about our deal. They wanted me to give you their numbers." "Fuck them," I said, crumbling the paper and tossed it inside an empty bucket. On a whim, I reached for one of Aubrey's perky breasts and caressed it. She wasn't wearing a bra. I felt her nipple go stiff beneath my fingers as my cock throbbed. "Rule number one. No lying. You tell me the whole truth, okay?" She nodded. "Your shower story, true or untrue?" "True. Well, the second version was." Reaching for the bottom of her shirt, I pulled it over her head, exposing her breasts to me. "Are you bi?" I asked, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. "I'm flexible," she said, her eyes remaining on my face as I considered her. "What's that mean?" "That I talk bigger than I am?" I nodded, bent and pulled her painter pants down to her ankles. Beneath them she wore pink bikini briefs. I pulled them down to her ankles, too, exposing her shaved pussy. Before I told her to pull off her shoes, I made her turn around for me. Her skin was perfect and unblemished by a single tattoo or piercing. I helped her step out of her shoes before slipping off the rest of her clothes. "You're not really as bad assed as you make yourself out to be, are you?" She shook her head, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me with wide eyes. "But I want to be." I stared at her for a long time, considering her fine body and thinking about what she had done to me the last three days. I considered the game she had played and appreciated how expertly she had played it. She made the mistake of taking her eyes off my face long enough to see how hard I was. I spied the tapered brush she had been using for that week, noticing its long, slender handle. The brush sat slightly removed from the rest our tools, as if asking me to notice it. "Turn around and bend over," I told her, admiring how she presented me with her narrow ass. Our deal was anything, no matter how sick and twisted it might be. Picking up the brush, I pressed my tongue against her puckered asshole, licking a spot I was reasonably sure had never been licked before. Aubrey gasped, then moaned and pressed backwards against me. I replaced my tongue with narrow handle of the paint brush, slipping it inside her ass. "Tell me you've played back there before," I said, leaving the paint brush hanging from her ass. "I can't," she said, her voice a ragged gasp. "On your knees," I said, feeding her my cock. This was something she was well practiced with doing. I came in her mouth. She swallowed, looking up at me with a wild, needful look in her eyes. Was that how I had looked for the last three days? Probably. "Stand up," I said. "We have a truck to load." Her face was flushed, but she grinned, nodded, and picked up a stack of empty buckets. I watched her heading to the door, watching the paint brush buried in her ass swinging back and forth with ever step. I smiled. Saturday morning, I woke to a face full of sunlight and an empty bed. With my eyes still closed, I stretched and caressed my morning hard-on. I was impressed that I had one left after yesterday's five orgasms, a new record for me. I was disappointed my bed was empty, but I couldn't blame Aubrey. I did my best to punish her yesterday. I had kept her naked all day and all night, including when I went through the drive-thru at Burger King for lunch and that night when I ordered delivery pizza. Burger King for lunch was the only place I knew that served a veggie burger and a veggie pizza is easy to order. I lost count of her orgasms before the pizza had arrived. That was before I created her an account on a well known phone sex line and made her do phone sex until two o'clock in the morning. The guys that called her were sicker and twisted than I could ever be with their fucked up fantasies. It was two-thirty in the morning when I made her called Courtney and Ruby and describe to them how I was fucking her up the ass and how much she liked it. That was my last orgasm of the night and hers, too. I'll be honest, I felt ashamed of myself. I didn't blame her for leaving after I passed out. I think I would have done the same thing. That's why it surprised me so much when I finally opened my eyes and saw her sitting next to the bed with her sketchbook in hand. "Stop moving," she said as finished the drawing she had started of me sleeping with a hard-on. It was the same picture she kept on display Sunday afternoon when she invited over several of her girlfriends to meet her new, naked boyfriend. Hope you had as much fun reading this story as I did writing it!