1 comments/ 14092 views/ 0 favorites The Painted Lady By: Deadwood As Gabrielle pulled into her driveway, she could not help but be almost overwhelmed with tears. Not more than three months ago the place was little more than an empty house with a For Sale sign out front. Now as she turned off the ignition and looked up through the vast expanse of glass of the front windshield, she could see her husband, toiling away on the cedar shingles on the side of their house. A Painted Lady it was called, a Victorian Era cedar shingled home that had the interesting detail of a square turret rising above the roofline, and the brick chimney dwarfing what remained of the roofline. Originally built by a ship Captain in the 1880's, the home's history held as much appeal as did its external charm. To that end Gabrielle could not help but be impressed with her husband's carpentry skills. He had drawn onto paper the various shapes of the shingles he would be using in order to give the structure protection, yet keep its original architectural elements intact. At the time she was not sure exactly how his drawings were going to look upon the side of the house, but now, half way through the first side, she saw how the home must have looked like in its infancy. As Gabrielle crawled out and opened up the back of SUV, Travis trimmed a shingle with his block plane, fit it tightly into place and applied two quick nails from a burst of his nail gun. Gabrielle jumped at the report, but looked up to see her husband grinning. "I see you stopped at the hardware store after your Doctors appointment. Do you need help lugging those in?" "Yeah, I got mostly gallon pails but the primer came in five gallon buckets. I'll need help with those I think." With the dexterity of a cat, Travis slid down the labyrinth of ladders and scaffolding to reach the ground, and then followed his wife into their new home. The place was a mess as most homes were from the extensive renovations they were engrossed in. Still he could not help but pinch his wife's ass when the opportunity presented itself. She only swung a heavy gallon of paint and clobbered him on the leg, but the smile she wore clearly said that she was not at all offended by the action. Traipsing across the tarp covered floor, Travis was more than glad to drop the two five gallon pails of primer onto the hardwood floor of the spare bedroom. While Gabrielle's load was a bit lighter with a single gallon can of latex paint, and a brown paper bag filled with painting accessories, she too was glad to put the goods down. "Here I figured you might be thirsty working up there in the sun and wind. It looks good though." "Oh thanks", he said, quickly grabbing the bottle of Coke and taking a big gulp from it, leaving Gabrielle to wonder if he was speaking of her compliment, or of the drink. From the way he downed the soda, she assumed the drink. "How did your appointment go," he asked between gulps? "Oh you know, the same old crap. Eat smaller portion meals, get more exercise and poked and prodded me with a slew of needles." "He didn't say anything about getting more sex huh?" "No, I can't recall him saying that," she said with a smile, even as he finished off the last of his Coke, swooped down and kissed her. A wedding kiss Gabrielle called them. It was more than just a peck on the cheek, but at the same time, not the time-stopping, deeply probing kisses that occurred right before having sex; more like the kiss most married couples take after taking their vows. Not that Gabrielle would have minded, she was extremely turned on; just watching the love of her life toil so hard upon their house produced a yearning so down deep that she knew it came from the pleasures of the ultimate commitment. Even with him gently giving her bottom a good rub, Gabrielle knew Travis was not trying to seduce her. A workaholic by nature, he broke the three second kiss to return to his shingling duties. This left Gabrielle alone in the stark white room. The primer had already been applied to in this room, thus making the two pails of primer rather foolish. Still watching her husband carry such weight effortlessly always impressed her and she knew from powerful experiences that he could easily scoop her up into her arms and carry her off to any place she wished. For a moment she wished that was right here, right upon these very tarps that protected the antique floors. As Gabrielle looked about the room a strange idea began to overtake her. She smiled as the plan began to take shape and knew it was the perfect outlet for her emotions; a mixture of love, lust sense of duty, home-ownership, practicality and sexuality. While hardly an exhibitionist, Gabrielle began to unbutton her pink and white sundress. Just getting the nylon buttons through the slits in the fabric due to her shaking, estrogen filled hands was hard enough, but sliding it down her torso, past her waist and down her long slender legs was easy. As it puddled onto the floor, she easily stepped out of it, kicking it aside and was pulling her bra from off her chest before it had even traveled over into the far corner. Her white bra and panties concluded in a similar fate and left Gabrielle standing in the room devoid of a single piece of clothing except for her white canvas shoes. These she left on, and for two distinct reasons. For practical purposes, stepping upon the ridged treads of the aluminum ladder would have been hell upon her bare feet, but the real reason; the true reason she kept them onto her feet was because her husband loved the look. A true foot fetishist, Travis enjoyed her feet both bare, as well as slid into any number of shoes. The white canvas Keds she now wore was one of his most favorite, and why she wore them most of the time around the house. As Gabrielle prepped her painting supplies, she could not help but be utterly turned on by her decision to roll paint onto the walls while naked. Explaining it as an easy way to clean up errant paint splatter had some merit, but explaining that to family, friends or any of the contractors they hired might be a rather hard task. It was the weekend, and while not very likely, just realizing that any of those people could come in and catch her painting naked, made the thrill all that much more heightened. Still that was not the focal point of her decision; rather it was so deep, so primal, so maternal that Gabrielle knew she was merely nesting. She was painting naked because she wanted to and because she could. It was her home; not rented or leased, but bought via hard work, and it was hers to do with as she wished. Today painting naked was her wish. "Gabrielle what are you doing," came Travis's voice, the sudden intrusion into the steady sound of paint roller gliding across smooth wall jumping her? "Well I didn't want to get paint all over my sundress," she explained sheepishly, her cheeks turning red, but her cute smile giving away her true intentions. As she said it, she turned from facing the wall and let her husband drink in all of her beauty, from her feet clad only in the white canvas shoes he liked so much, to the her vagina shaved absolutely hairless. As their eyes met, Gabrielle realized there was a need, a passion so deep that it only manifested itself once and awhile, but when it came there was no denying either one of them the lust, the passion, the sexual release they needed. She thought she knew what to expect next and waited for her husband to pick her off the ladder with his big powerful arms and lower her gently to the tarp-strewn floor. Once there she was sure he would take her with primal force, something she so desperately wanted. Gabrielle never expected to be taken right where she was; to have her back pinned against the horse-haired plastered wall, her arms held high above her head as he forced himself into her while standing up and balancing precariously upon the ladder. Men have it so easy she thought as she watched him unbutton, zip down his fly then roughly shove his jeans down to his thighs. It was as far as it needed to go for him to do what was needed. Thankfully she left her shoes on she thought, for they were the answer to the rough texture of the ladder rungs, but her comfort was not what she had in mind when he moved within her. Feeling his circumcised shaft press up against her labia, and her back in turn pressed against the wet painted wall, she felt the mixture of skin on skin from the front, and the feeling of slimy wet paint upon her back. "Oh Travis, I need this so bad," she said, hoping her clarification would spurn him on to pleasure her completely. "I know," he said, and made a hard lunge into his wife. Gabrielle made a loud moan as her husband's blunt ended shaft settled around her sex. She was not sure if it was his unique on-the-ladder position, or if it was her incredibly turned on state, but her body was easily taking everything her husband was given her. The tip of his cock felt her heat as it dipped into her and coated itself with her juices. He saw her look to him in the brightly lit room, her face smiling but also pleading that he continue the pleasure of their perfect home-maker type role. Having sex with her, completely dependent upon his grip to hold her steady on the ladder, had become his goal and with a single thrust he was deep inside her, the hot velvet of her slick pussy walls clamping him with a touch that only a lifetime of commitment before family, friends and God could truly provide. "Oh God that feels good." Gabrielle breathed back to him as he withdrew to her outer rim and thrust again. As he made those first long strokes inside her, she felt the thickness of his cock pull along the walls of her pussy and sent waves of pleasure all over her. Travis reached forward and grabbed Gabrielle's breast. Feeling the nipple held tightly between two fingers, he pulled her torso upright so he could take both of her breasts in his hands and continue to thrust into her. Gabrielle wanted to be taken to the floor so bad, with the freedom to wrap her legs around the man she loved so much and let him thrust into her with power; the hardwood floor taking the force of the copulation instead of the rather fragile plastered wall. Hearing his breathing closer to her ear, she knew he was close to coming. She could not blame him; her nude painting had no doubt excited him from the very beginning, and having her so obediently let him take her while perched on the precarious ladder had its own attraction as well. Not surprisingly, it only took a few more thrusts of Travis slamming into her, holding her breast and pushing her so hard against the wall that she prayed the studs would hold. It was impossible to tell who came first, the passion and fire spreading between them as they gasped and snagged their breath through their powerful orgasms. Travis continued to move inside her as his body stiffened, rubbing furiously on her clit and squeezing her nipple. Gabrielle's body exploded, her hands running over her husband's torso as he gasped and grunted in her ear with his own pleasure. As the fury died, Gabrielle slumped deeper along the freshly painted wall, fatigue letting her small form leave a body smear through the wet paint. As she slumped lower, she felt her husband's shaft slipping out of her. With an audible plop, Gabrielle heard the soft sound echo in the small room, and felt the hot sticky sperm slowly begin to drip from her sex. "It's a good thing you weren't wearing that sundress dear, I think we would have ruined it. It might take a long shower to get that paint out of your hair though." "Oh Travis, I don't care. I really don't care. God was that good." "But I thought you were going to paint the spare room Slate Blue. This is yellow," he said running his finger down the still tacky wall and picking up a trace of the light yellow paint?" "This is not the spare room Hon, this is the nursery." "Nursery," Travis asked, slightly bewildered? "That Doctor's appointment today, that wasn't just an average visit. We're going to be parents Travis," she said, letting the magnitude of his words slowly settle in, just as his sperm had done so expertly a month before. The Painted Lady When she emerged from the shadowy side street to Wilson Blvd., she hesitated for a split second, before continuing to he corner, where she turned right and leisurely sauntered past the drugstore entrance. Once past the doors she shopped and took up her position next to the entrance, leaning against the building. She did not smile at the men as they walked past her, but she made a one second long eye contact with each, which said "I am available". Everything about her said, "I am a prostitute". Her age must have been something like early or mid thirties, judging by her face, which was over done with too much eye make-up and a garish, screaming lipstick. Aside from her face everything about her looked more like a twenty year old with a slim body, and shapely, long legs. Her beautiful legs were accentuated by a pair of black four inch heels. Her black mini skirt, which was almost a micro, reached just far enough down to cover what was a probably shaven pussy. Instead of a blouse she wore an unusual white tank top, which did hide her tits and displayed them at the same time. As with most prostitutes she wore no jewelry, there were not even any tattoos. Had it not been for the heavy make-up, she certainly would have been a very pretty lady. Once in while a guy would stop and talk to her, but after exchanging a few sentences, he would walk on. She either was too choosy, or she charged too much. It was not until her fourth potential customer talked to her, that she nodded her head and let herself be led away, with the customer's arm around her waist. She returned about 45 minutes later with another, much younger prostitute. They slowly made their way along the sidewalk, looking over the guys walking past. The two girls seemed to know each rather well, walking arm in arm. At the drugstore they parted and the older one took up her post again, next to the entry doors. Ten minutes later a car stopped and as usual, the driver honked. But unlike before, this time she walked to the car, stick her head inside, and talked to the driver. While she was bent over she answered a question I had had. Indeed, she did not wear any panties, much to the delight of the few guys in the vicinity. A few moments later she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. * * * * * I had just finished a phone call when the door bell rang. It was Jennie, my neighbor, as I had expected. She was in a happy mood, hugged me and kissed me with exuberance. That husband of hers will have an eye full, I figured. They love role playing, and at one time he had mentioned he would like to have a picture of her dressed like a slut. Well, he will get much more than he bargained for. "Whoa," she almost shouted. "What an evening I had. It sure was an evening never to be forgotten. I never had such a combination of embarrassment, fun, sexual excitement and fantasies; it was almost too much. And now I am looking forward to the next installment." "You played your part like a pro, and so did your brother. This was about as close to real as it can get. What did you tell the guys that stopped by how much you charge?" "I didn't. I told them I was waiting for my boyfriend." There was another question I had. "I almost freaked out when I saw you coming back with that young girl. Where did you find her? How did you hook up with her?" "Oh, you mean Sally. She was at the next corner and we started to talk. I told her that I was not real, that this was a spoof. She told me that she called herself Sally, and that she worked the streets because she needed the money for the drugs her pimp bought for her. She said she was sixteen. She wanted to walk back with me to here, so I let her." "I don't know if you realize it, but that will be one of the best shots of the video. It lends credence to the rest of it," I explained to her. I noticed that she became a little restless, or maybe she was still so full of excitement that she could not sit still. I did find out soon what her urgency was when she blurted out, "why don't we finish what we started, so I can get home before hubby. His shift finishes at four and I want at least one hour to myself. I don't want catch me with this make-up I have plastered on my face." I sure was willing and told her so. "I set up the light stands, and the backdrop is in place, so let's go upstairs and get started. She followed me up the stairs after she took off her heels. She looked somewhat baffled as she inspected my den. Maybe she got cold feet and wanted to back out. I hoped not, but I had to know. I am the kind of guy who wouldn't do anything against a lady's wishes, especially in this strange situation. So I asked her, "is there something wrong? You had a strange look on your face just a moment ago when you inspected my den." "Everything is fine," she answered. "I just did not expect to see a bed in your den. But I like the arrangement. I am sure that every proper prostitute has a bed somewhere to conduct business." That was a funny answer and both of us had a good laugh. Jennie sure had a wonderful sense of humor. I told her what I had in mind and she agreed. It was about the same scenario she had envisioned, we seemed to be a good team, thinking very much along the same lines. I screwed the camera to its stand and made sure of the angle. Next I turned on the two light stands, made my adjustments so the scene was more subdued and started the camera tolling. Jennie walked into the scene, followed by me. I knew what she wanted, even without her holding out her hand. I pulled out my billfold and handed her some bills. After she had carefully counted the money, she lifted the mattress and put the money underneath. I had been wondering what she was going to do with it. What an actress she was. She motioned me to sit on the edge of the bed so she could remove my shoes and socks, then pulled me uptight again. I stepped close and kissed her, always being careful to let the camera see our tongues darting in and out. Jennie responded immediately as I had thought she would. No question, she was definitely turned on. My hands moved to her breast and I massaged her tits through the flimsy material of the tank top she was wearing. We broke the kiss so she could remove that hindrance and I continued playing with her tits, twisting her nipples. Soon that was not enough for me, I had to have more of what I had paid or. I mouthed first one, then the other of her boobs, sucking her nipples. They were hard and engorged and felt so good in my mouth. Meanwhile, my right hand had wandered down her belly. When It arrived at its target she lifted hr left foot and placed it on the low footstool I had provided for that purpose. Now I had unhindered access to her pussy, and was she ever wet. Her clit got my first attention, which caused her body to shudder and she tightened the grip her arm had around my neck. I played a bit at the mouth of her pussy before I started to finger fuck her with two fingers. Her pussy practically sucked my fingers inside and I could feel it pulsing with me, keeping the same rhythm. She was not far from climaxing when she disengaged from me, stepped back a half a step, and started to unbutton my shit, which she then stripped off. Now it was Jennie's mouth on my very sensitive nipples, her tongue doing some wonderful magic there. Her hands became busy with my belt and my fly, and I had the feeling that there was considerable urgency on her part as she dropped my pants and then almost ripped off my skivvies. She had hardly freed my dick when she was already kneeling in front of me, her lips tight around my shaft, moving back and forth. I told her to take it easy and stop after a minute or two, I wanted to have enough stamina left to bring her to her climax. Reluctantly she released me and stood up. I turned her around and pushed her shoulders down, presetting me with her back side while she braced herself with her arms on the bed. I moved aside a bit to let the camera show her hand reaching back to lead my prick to where it could pleasure her. All this time she was moaning loudly. Before I was half way into her she started screaming already, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, I have to have you in me." That changed quickly to "Oh my God, I am so close. ....Don't stop now....AHHH, Yes, Yes ..", and with that she exploded, her body shaking and bucking out of control, the pent up unfulfilled arousal making her shriek and scream again and again. I turned her and sat with her on the bed, stroking her hair, her back, her cheeks. When she had herself in hand again she warned me, "you will be paid back with interest." She didn't get any further because I had taken her knees and lifted them so she fell backwards onto the bed. I spread her legs open and without warning dove down to her pussy to tantalize her clit for a while before letting my tongue explore the inside if her pussy, where it swirled around and around, bringing first some soft moans from her mouth, changing to little shrieks. It did not take long to make her body respond on its own and take her on a wild ride again. First her legs started to drum on my back, then she became rigid for a moment. That was followed by her arching her back, announcing the arrival of her orgasm. All this was accompanied by loud moans, body contortions, arm swinging, and finally with a cascade of hoarse shrieks. When it was over, she tried to focus on me, but her eyes would not obey. Her eyes remained wide open, her mouth was slack, a little saliva trickling down her cheek. Her whole boy was covered with a twinkling sheen of perspiration. She lay motionless for some time before she returned to almost normal. "You scoundrel," she hissed at me, you put me through a wringer again. It's time I retaliated. Stand up like a man, - and hurry, I want you back in front of the camera for a treatment you will not forget for a long time." Her impish smile broadened when she had me in position, and it made me wonder what kind of treatment was in store for me. She started at my nipples, knowing how they and I would react, and she was right, my dick started to rise like a Phoenix rises out of the ashes. From there on it was a rollercoaster ride, up to just short of the top, then back down again, only to repeat the push to the top. After a few trips up and down the coaster I was getting jittery, my legs were not quite steady anymore and my breathing was becoming increasingly labored. She noticed my distress and took pity on me. After a few strokes with her lips she suddenly stopped to ask me how we should finish our last scene. Her choices were the usual, in her mouth , on her tits, or a cream pie, a facial. That was an easy decision. A video being a visual media it had to be a cream pie with some elaborations. So I played the movie director again. "Here is what we do," I instructed her. "As before, you keep looking up at me and smile. When I tell you to let go of my dick, move back about ten inches, but keep your mouth open. I will give you a cream pie. Let some of it drip down onto your tits. Rub my cum around a bit on your tits. Then do that on your cheek also, using your fore finger. Stick the finger in your mouth and lick I it clean. You can also pick up some cum with your fore finger, but then put your middle finger in your mouth. Then do the same thing again, but this time smile into the camera. After that comes the parting shot. Put your lips over my dick again, smile up at me while you give it a very slow deep throat. Do it again while you smile at the camera. End of Video." Jennie went back to work on me. I did not even have to tell her that I was ready to shoot. She followed our script like an accomplished actress, or rather, like a seasoned, slutty whore. I handed her the wet towel I had put on the chair before we had started and told her to use the upstairs bathroom, while I cleaned up downstairs. She met me in the living room to say her good-bye. "I will do my real cleaning at home" she explained, I still have lots of time. And I will need lots of time to come down from that extreme euphoria I am still in. And please give me a call when you are done with your editing magic, I can hardly wait to see the finished product. But then I will have to wait another two weeks before I get to see his eyes getting bigger and bigger when I let him watch the video." She hugged me and planted a flaming thank you kiss on my lips as she left.