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In the Name of Art

By: luckyseven



My wife is very an accomplished actress who graduated from Drama College with honours. She has never been afraid to undertake demanding roles. Indeed she excels when given a challenging role. She is very broad minded and has never flinched when asked to perform scenes involving partial or full nudity. She has a very attractive figure and I can understand why she is approached to play such parts. Recently a director friend who has hired my wife on numerous occasions asked if she would undertake a screen test for a screen adaptation of a play that would feature scenes that involved several 'love scenes'. She has done such scenes in the past and agreed to read the script. The play was written by a playwright who had a repetition of pushing the boundaries of modern theatre but nevertheless was highly acclaimed. My wife read the script but was taken aback by a couple of scenes which took her by surprise.

The script was great. There was just one problem: the sex. Although the vast majority of sexual situations depicted in mainstream theatre are simulated, on rare occasions produces have written scripts in which actors were instructed to engage in some level of genuine sexual activity. The script had lots of sex and worse still it required my wife to push her acting abilities to the limit -- if she accepted the part she would be required to engage in real sex. There were several scenes of unsimulated sex acts. In the side notes of the screenplay the writer had written freehand notes like "Mary caresses Derek's penis and takes it in her mouth" and "Derek and Mary engage in rough sex culminating in full penetration". Nudity was required but this went beyond anything she has done in the past. It wasn't pornography as the script was too well written with a strong story line exploring the sexual relationship of a modern couple in today's society.

I can see the press getting hold of this by writing sensational headlines like "So did she, or didn't she?" The answer would be pretty easy to establish, so, in a desperate effort to avoid discussing the actual play, the interviewer will ask her whether her co-star "really" had an orgasm when he had sex with her. 

Well, who can blame the journalists? Why should they resist this line of inquiry when readers would clearly wish the journalist to pursue it? No one is going to see the film now because they're interested in the story. To a man and woman, they'll be queuing for a look at leading man's penis penetrating my wife. Respectable people they may be, but at this moment they are no different from the flickering-eyed consumer of pornography who fast-forwards through the scene-setting to get to the money shot. 

The writer's claim, that audiences cannot be convinced that sexual relations are taking place unless they actually see it, is an interesting thought but it's not his wife who is getting fucked on film in name of art. 

Because one of the perks of a sexual relationship is the right to know what the person looks like without their clothes, there's a fascination in partners who are forced to share that knowledge. If the definition of sex is private knowledge of someone, what happens psychologically when that information is forcibly shared? What is it like to have a partner whose job is to pretend to have sex with someone else? 

Would my wife will willingly give fellatio to another guy and later let him slip his penis inside her in the name of art. Will I be jealous? I could come to terms and convince myself a blow-job is acceptable and no way undermines our marriage vows, but what about full penetration? I really don't know. I know it wouldn't be an act of unfaithfulness but nevertheless to know a guy she hardly knows is fucking her under the pretext of art is a step too far.

The problem for the partners of actors is that concern about making up becoming making out on stage may not be paranoia but realism. A large number of actual relationships in entertainment start with people playing lovers. If office romances happen anyway, imagine the greater chances of transgression if the job at a particular office involves the faking of love-making all day. 

The single most important influence on my wife's decision to work on the production was the director. They talked about the sex scenes in exacting detail. He watched my wife carefully to see how she would respond. She responded by trusting him. She saw a director with a serious purpose who could handle actors. When I asked my wife why she wanted to take a chance on the kind of sex the director was portraying in the play, she said, first, "because I've never seen it done before." So when the director asked my wife if she would take the part and she accepted I knew it was past the point of no return. I knew I had to get used to my wife and her co-star performing oral and penetrative sex.

In the final weeks of rehearsals there was no question that the sex scenes were the most demanding. My wife described it as exhaustively "grafting your way through scene work". She would come home exhausted. The director had agreed to make it safer than just a "closed" set. When a scene ended, the crew were not allowed to rush in and rearrange things. My wife and her leading man needed time gradually to pull themselves out of a punishing experience. 

Then there was the matter of displaying physical arousal in front of the audience. For the guy, the most difficult scene was when wife takes him in her mouth. My wife's toughest moment came when she had to allow another guy penetrate her. Some might say that she would have to be either very brave or very stupid to do what my wife was about to do. She is going to expose herself in all possible senses of the word. Her genitalia quite literally on display for all to see, she gives a blowjob and gets fucked.

In my wife's defence the nub of the film is seeing sex so forthrightly portrayed, not that it shows anything that one imagines most couples don't do behind closed doors. "It isn't shocking," says my wife. "If you know you are going to watch a film like this, it's not abrasive, its normal sex that everyone has, not crazy stuff." She also points out that only two scenes go beyond "normal" sex scenes (though the screenplay is extremely explicit, by any standards). These are the fellatio scene and the ultimate act, in which the couple have full penetrative sex. "I dealt with them as best I could," my wife said later. "I expect my leading man did the same." 

When I first saw the screen I was amazed. It was simply stunning. The sex scenes were so natural, she took him in her mouth with such intimacy you thought they were in love and not acting such was the quality of their interpretation of the script. I thought I wouldn't be able to accept the 'fuck scene' but from the moment my wife was pinned against the wall of the room, her blouse ripped off and her bra pushed up to reveal her lovely breasts I knew I would accept her in this part. I knew I still loved her. She looked so sexy in her role and her casting was a masterstroke of the first magnitude, the specially selected audience loved her. This was lust and passion all in one.

The way they embraced each other, the way he fondled her breasts portrayed a loving couple striving for sexual satisfaction. It was sexual and animalistic all in one. It was no surprise that he took her in his arms, stroking her body all over and slipping his hand into her panties whilst giving her the kiss of her life. He dragged her across the room pulling her skirt up to reveal those sexy stockings. Now at the height of passion he bent her over the arms of the sofa ripping off her panties exposing her pussy. He dropped his pants revealing his full erection. Without hesitation he slipped his erect penis deep inside my gorgeous wife. I shall never forget the expression on her face when she realised he had penetrated her. With one wild thrust his penis went straight in. His penis didn't encounter any resistance. How my wife must have been waiting for that moment. Her legs were now spread apart allowing him to fuck her with all his might, thrusting his large penis deep into my wife. Her firm breasts swayed in time with his thrusts. God, I was getting an erection. Was this real? Was it really happening in front of my eyes, would it be allowed to continue? Yes, the audience loved it, through the actors they were living out their own personal suburban fantasy.

How much more could my wife take. What a daft thought, she loved it. She was living out her own sexual fantasy and when she yelled in orgasmic pleasure that was no acting. Finally, the thrusting stopped but he didn't pull out as I was lead to believe instead he slowed his pace and to my horror I was witnessing his orgasm. He was shooting his seed in my wife.

When I finally caught up with my wife on the day of the big shoot, I embraced with all my love. I was so proud of her. She had performed so brilliantly. That night in bed we made love. It was a strange experience knowing that only a few short hours ago another guy had been fucking my wife. We made love but her pussy was much looser but strangely it added to the occasion. Then it hit me. He wasn't wearing a condom when he fucked my wife earlier. She isn't on the pill as I have had a vasectomy. This erotic moment was turning into a nightmare. I didn't raise the matter that night but it played on my mind all night. What would happen if she got pregnant? I managed to buck up the courage to ask her what precautions she took. She explained that she discussed this during rehearsals and it was agreed a condom wouldn't have worked. She also explained that she and her leading man discussed the possibility of having unprotected sex. They were both 'clean' so forgoing the use of a condom was viable. But it didn't solve the problem of birth control. Both must have realised that it was a near certainty that he would ejaculate inside her. I was confused, but my wife explained she was so engrossed in what she was doing it didn't dawn on her visit her gynaecologist and explore appropriate methods of birth control but she did have the foresight to remember to take the morning after pill.

A few days later my wife heard the screen test was a success and the press attention ensured it would get full funding. My wife eventually shot several scenes. She was "knackered" at the end of filming but her name was now box office and her hard work paid off as she was offered another lucrative film role. She was strangely rather cagey about letting me see the script but has been more willing for us to have anal intercourse! I look forward to reading the script! 

In The Name of Art Pt. 01



This story involves male anal penetration, if that isn't your thing, please take this as a polite warning.

If it is, then I hope you enjoy the story.

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Tibialis Anterior, Gastrocnemius, Patella, Quadriceps femoris, Sartorius, Gracilis, Penis.

A wave of heat prickled her skin; it rose to her face and settled in her cheeks. She could afford to stare a little longer, she was supposed to. A flush of warmth flooded through her body and settled in her loins. Letting her lips crease to reveal a satisfied smile, her eyes lingered on him. 

Standing there as their David, he was not shy and neither should he be. His short, tousled brown hair suited the shape of his face. His body was devoid of hair and his taut skin caught the light and shade of the room beautifully. His skin was supple and he had a healthy tan from natural sunlight rather than a bottle. He was the same tone all over; his tanning preference might be lost on the less observant but not her. She knew he liked to get his clothes off and not just as a model for their study. 

The heat from her loins rose again and its sticky warmth imposed itself with more force. It broke her train of thought as it strengthened in intensity. Asserting her need to focus, the hard pastel trembled in her hand.

Deltoid, Biceps brachil, Brachialis...

Testes, Scrotum, Penis...

Penis.

Penis.

Even in its flaccid state, its proportion befitted the impressive grandeur of his toned and youthful body. She raised the pastel from the heavy cartridge paper, her unconscious gaze contrasted with the languid travel of her eyes over his body.

Trapezius, Clavicle, Pectoralis major, Rectus abdominis, Linea alba, External oblique, Gluteus medius, Penis. 

Penis.

Penis.

I wonder what how it would look erect and fierce. I wonder what it would feel like...

She reasserted her self-control again and noticed she had pinched her lower lip between her teeth and was slowly swirling her hair with her finger. That intense heat was still there and had transformed into a subtle ache - she had to have him.

"Ok, that's time for today."

She chided herself as a tut of disappointment escaped from her mouth. She turned to look at her fellow artist wondering if it was as audible as she thought - her neighbour returned a smile.

"He's a dish isn't he?" whispered her neighbour.

Acknowledging with a non-committal nod of her head, little did her neighbour know what she really wanted him for.

"Thank you Harry, same time again next week?"

She watched as he nodded, smiled and took the dressing gown handed to him.

Harry, Harry, what a dishy body you have.

Tracking his exit from the room, the Director's office doubled as the model's changing room.

Collecting her folio and pastel box, she hurried took off her artist's smock and made a beeline for the lecturer.

"Cynthia, are you locking up? Allow me. It's ok; I need to line up a still arrangement for Monday..."

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The classroom was cleared and the entrance locked. Hovering at the door, she primped and then flicked her blonde hair around an ear to pin in back. She bit her lip and tapped on the door.

"Just a minute," came a hurried reply muffled by the closed door.

The doorknob clattered as the old door creaked in protest. Adorned in his dressing gown, her quarry stood before her. 

"Hi, can I help you?"

Yes, I'm aching for you.

The timbre of his voice matched the bulk of his body. It was deep and considered, it sounded like the tone of someone used to speaking with careful inflexions rather than barking football chants.

"Hello. I was wondering if you had a minute?" asked her soft feminine voice.

Taken aback a little, he smiled. 

"Sure, come in."

Stepping into the office, she leant back against the door letting it close quietly. She had an attractive face - heart shaped with an elegant jawline. Her cheeks looked a little flushed; a rouge tone gave them an added fullness. 

"I wanted to give you my business card."

Inside, she cringed, it was a rubbish line but she only needed to break the ice. 

"Uh, Ok, erm thanks." replied Harry bashfully, "You're not a student then?"

"Erm, no. I'm a professional sculptor, well, sculptress." 

"Oh? I see."

"Well, I take commissions but still do a little bit of teaching on the side."

Her vintage cotton dress pressed tightly against her body flaunted her taut curves and plenty of naked flesh. Helplessly, he was drawn into her breasts, he paused to admire them especially the tanned décolletage of her generous bosom. It was too much for him to maintain a sense of decorum; he had been naked for almost two hours. This was the girl with the blonde hair that liked to linger and stare at him during all that time.

He wondered what her soft skin would feel like against his own naked flesh. Aware that his mind had wandered and where his eyes had ended up, his expression changed to one of mild panic. 

"Oh Christ! Pardon my lack of manners, I'm Harry."

As he made fresh eye contact, she smiled at the warmth of his limpid white and vivid green eyes.

"I'm Penny."

"Odysseus' wife. Short for Penelope," stated Harry with his friendliest tone.

Her smile widened, "And I had you down as lager-swilling rugger player." 

"No, not me, I'm a post-grad. Art History, studying for a Masters."

"Oh, now that is a pleasant surprise. A model and someone that appreciates art, I'm impressed."

It was a blatant smile and it was spellbinding. She played with the ends of her hair, running it around her finger. She took a step closer towards him and he felt the crackle of sexual energy fill a new pause in their conversation. His body responded to her proximity, his palms felt sweaty, his mouth dried as his heartbeat rose. 

He tracked her eyes to his lips and then to back to his eyes. He knew what that meant and his chest began to pound, this was a new experience, it was a fantasy made real. 

Penny added with a hushed tone, "There is something I want from you."

"And that is?" 

She reached out and pulled him into her by the tied cord of his gown. She leant in and he did not flinch, the instant her soft pillowy lips brushed against his, his sexual need ignited. His hands squeezed softly on her hips and the next kiss left in her no doubt where his mind was taking him. By reciprocating, she escalated the sexual tension between them and slid her hand between the folds of the gown. 

The coolness of her fingers against the heat of his hardening cock drew a rapid reaction.

"Fuck!" hissed Harry.

"Mmm, yes, please. I've been staring at you for two whole hours. I want you."

Consumed by the excitement of her forwardness and the novelty of the situation, he instinctively responded stiffening easily in her hand. Tenderly roaming over her body with his hands, he lingered over every curve he could reach. For such a muscular and strong man, his caress of her breast was soft and gentle. With a rising eagerness, she pressed her lips against his communicating her lust. More assertively, his fingers teased her hard nipple through the thin cotton fabric.

"You are certainly forward," stated Harry breathlessly.

"Carpe diem, quam nunc adepto nudus."

"Holy fuck, I'm being seduced in Latin."

Tugging at the persistent knot, the heavy gown slumped to the floor. She giggled playfully and nuzzled his ear, groaning needily at her touch, her hand cupped his tight balls. They felt heavy and she yearned to release their contents as the heat of her own sex radiated through her.

She eased back to look at him again. His aroused breathless body made her insides churn with want. The tilt of his erection, its engorged veins conveyed a sense of power and menace. Its girth did not disappoint and neither did its length, its proportions matched the rest of him perfectly. 

"Harry, Harry, Harry," delivered with playful admonishing tone. "Cavorting in the buff for the sake of art. You sent a lot of women home tonight with wet knickers, their lovers, boyfriends, and husbands will be unwittingly grateful to you today. You are a beauty."

From his smile, she could tell he liked that idea. She grasped his firm prick making his eyes close and his mouth open to moan. She watched his body react to her touch as she ran her fingers over his naked torso lingering on his nipples.

"My Harry, what a nice cock you have."

She held it to gauge its weight and size; it would fill her well. In the heat of passion, she could ride that thing home without fear of bashing her cervix. It was a cock made for fucking.

Releasing his cock, she stood back to ease herself from her dress. Torturing him with the slow reveal of her body, she watched his reaction as it dropped to the floor. His eyes scanned her nakedness; her body was devoid of underwear. Her slim arms and legs carried the gentle tautness of her curves body perfectly. Her breasts were full, deep cupped and peaked by a puckered brown nipple. The cinch of her waist flared exquisitely to her hips. The lustre of her skin had a measured exposure to the sun. His eyes widened as she cleaved her bare sex with a finger, dipping it into her wetness. 

Fingering herself slowly, she reached out to his hard cock again. Stroking him slowly, she teased him by sampling the juices on her finger. She smiled wickedly as she felt his reaction, his cock throbbing as she sucked on her wet digit.

Pulling him to her with his erection, its hardness pressed against the springy flesh of her delicately flared stomach. Kissing her passionately, she gave in to his assertiveness and felt her overwhelming ache consume her once more.

"You are stunning, you should model too."

She paused and answered knowingly, "I model of a sorts."

Her cryptic reply was matched by pressing her lips against his and easing her tongue into his mouth. Her response enflamed him, his own fingers found her wetness and as he breeched her, she squeezed his hard cock.

Pushing him back to the edge of the desk, he gripped it for balance. Easing back from him, she flaunted her naked body for his delectation, pivoting her body to show herself to him.

"How do you like me as a model? I can tell you like what you see."

"Is this what you wanted a minute for?"

She smiled lasciviously, "Not quite, but it's a good start."

She knelt before him, as she held his cock in her hand, the craven look of lust in her eyes seered into his mind. Whistling air through his teeth, he watched as his girth filled her velvet mouth. Lingering on him taking him slowly and softly, she revelled in the act of brazenly sucking on his hard meat.

Holding it in her hand, she swirled her tongue around the fat head.

"Mmm, delicious, made to suck, made to fuck too."

"Fuckin' hell."

She cupped his tight balls and rubbed them. Sucking on his cock once more, her fingers massaged his perineum; it felt hard and swollen with blood. He eased out a rasp of air through clenched teeth as she pressed on its tensed muscles. Concentrating on him, she fought back her gag reflex as she fed his brutish cock into her slight mouth. 

His body soared as she accommodated him so deeply. Working his cock in and out of her mouth, she slowly stroked him with a spiral motion of her wrist. Lurching hard in her mouth, the skin of his cock felt tight and hot. At that moment, he knew he had to have her and give her what she wanted. 

He pulled at her body and with an economy of movement; she felt his muscular strength. He lifted her like a bag of feathers and placed her on the edge of the desk. Holding her in place with one strong arm, she yielded as he knelt before her. His silken tongue parted her folds, and made her moan as she grasped at his tousled hair. Feeling her wetness flow, his lips ensconced her aching clit sucking it softly. Pressing at it under its clitoral hood, he slowly flicked at the hard nub as she groaned loudly and pulled his head firmly to her sex.

It was a naked flame thrown onto petrol as her body combusted. His tongue slid into her folds, probing her deeply as his fingers slid tenderly over her enflamed clit.

"Fuck!" she hissed.

She rocked her hips as he nurtured that escalating tension inside her. The ache from her insides was impossible to placate any longer, she had to feel him inside her.

"Put it in me, please, please."

Their lips locked together and her hand found his girth. Sliding her legs around his, she dug her heels dug into his unyielding calves to signal her intent.

Triceps surae

Frantically, her hand pulled his hard shaft to the entrance and he did not tease her. With a single push, he violated her and with another push, she felt his girth. She had to gasp aloud; her diaphragm forced out air and she drew more in. With another push, instinctively her arms wrapped around his neck as his cock squeezed tightly against her muscular walls. Impaled fully inside her, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as her sex submitted to his cock.

Her voice warbled with exhilaration and a hint of mercy, "Fuck! That's a nice cock."

Clinging to him, he scooped her up into his arms and a litany of soft languid thrusts took her breath away. The constriction of her tight muscles held him firmly but her wetness made it impossible to lock him tight inside her. With his hardness soaked in the frictionless juices of her sex, each unhurried thrust sent a shiver of unadulterated electricity through her body. 

She knew what her body was capable of and he did not. She knew that special place inside her and she groaned loudly when he found it too. His hard prick kept snaking over it without compunction, making her pant in louder and louder rasps of air. In mere moments, he had unlocked her body's biggest secret and he was ruthlessly exploiting it. 

The luxuriousness of her tight velvet sex encouraged him to give her more. Its enveloping heat was so decadent to savour he had to have more. Sawing into her to match her groans, she chanted the same words in response to the spine-tingling feeling of his fat cock inside her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He filled her once more, a false prospectus to taunt her as she pleaded with her moans. Steering her body to encourage him there again, she responded immediately by groaning heavily. Her body had betrayed her, her insides churned and her panting gave way to weak grunts. With their bodies glowing with exertion, their eyes met and her expression of helplessness made him smile. He flexed his cock, filling her to the hilt as her body shuddered meekly. 

"Don't stop, don't... ugh... stop."

"I won't, you want more? Right there?"

He hit that spot and taunted her with short, shallow strokes. Her answer was a catalogue of deep groans and yelps. 

"Fuck yes... there, right there, just... just don't stop you bastard."

She clung to him tightly; her heels and her hands pulled at him to demand more urgency. She had no need for words and he gave her what she wanted. His cock hammered at that spot, her ache transforming to an intense knotted throb inside her. Squirming as her hips instinctively began to rock, she felt her sex clench harder on him. With that hot tension building inside her, his groans told her that he could feel it too. In a fit of mutual passion, their tongues lashed against each other. Pressing against her full breasts mashing them with his hands, he softly squeezed her nipples. 

Assaulting her with a fluid lash of his cock against her sensitive walls, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. The pain seemed to electrify him, his battery of her senses did not falter as that churning pressure in her loins intensified and spread through her body.

Again, he found that spot, caressing it assertive with his rigid cock. Shallow at first, then longer thrusts stoked the flames inside her as she began to sob. 

"Yes, yes, do it, do it..."

Desperately close, her instinct took over as she tried to direct him to that perfect place. She need not have bothered; the reflex of her muscles told him all he needed to know. He shallowed his thrusts again, sliding over and over with a resolute force as her body began to tremble.

She knew this moment too well, she had to tell him, she wanted him to see it and feel it.

"I.. I.. I.."

It was too late, he breeched her self-control and lurched hard against him. Helplessly careening over the edge, the force of the tremors rocketed as she clung tightly to him. A loud feral growl replaced her need for words. She clenched him inside her with an animal force that expelled the most savage of grunts. Shaking violently against his implacable body, her loud yelps of release spurred him on to give her more. With each thrust, intense waves of pleasure contracted over his raging cock.

With sobs of relief, she felt their intensity ease to faint echoes of her orgasm's savage power. Her faculties slowly came back into focus. Savouring the heat of his cock impaled inside her and bathed in orgasmic warmth, he embraced her tenderly. Feeling her body recover its strength, she pulled him in for a tender kiss.

"I guess that wasn't part of the plan?"

Penny laughed weakly, "You delicious fucking bastard, beginner's luck. Now help me to my feet."

Feeling the emptiness of her sex, she felt the implacable strength of his frame as she stood. 

Pushing him to perch on the edge of the desk, she gingerly knelt on one leg and then the other. At eye-level, his cock was menacingly hard and glistened with her juices. 

"Your turn to cum. "

Without hesitancy, she took him and savoured the taste of his cock. Sucking it fiercely, he growled at the intensity of her mouth as she firmly stroked his cock. Easing her other hand between his thighs, he complied and eased them apart. As he did, a finger pressed against a place he had never been touched. He looked down with alacrity as she smiled sweetly, stroking his thick cock.

"Just relax, shush, shush," Penny soothed, "don't fight it."

He said nothing and with that, she pushed a wet fingertip in. His response was a satisfying groan, the novelty suffused with the sensation of her mouth engulfing him. He did not feel any discomfort, if it was uncomfortable; her mouth on him was easily overwhelming it. Easing back and forth slowly into him, she pressed on until an electric bolt of pleasure seared through the core of his body.

"Holy shitting fuck!"

For her, this was the sweetest revenge; this was a game of sexual one-upmanship. This was his reward for a gratification she had not had in a long time. 

Her mouth was not letting up; the certainty of her technique was driving him insane. The sway of her breasts was beyond his reach, he wanted to pick her up and fuck her senseless. Her mouth was torturing him as that sensation hit him hard once more. 

"Woah, fucking woah!!"

His cock swelled and throbbed involuntarily, that unexplained pressure was building inside him. With his meat stuffed in her mouth, her eyes smiled as she looked up. She watched as that hard pressure slammed into him with enough menacing intensity to make his body tense. As her silken heat of her mouth slipped up and down his aching cock, his body writhed as her finger found its mark again.

"Oh my fucking God, oh fuck!" bounced off the painted walls.

So strong was the pressure, he felt that he could not release his load. The need to release this tension bit hard onto her finger embedded in him. Throbbing uncontrollably with each caress of her mouth on his cock, his groaning was shallow and breathless. Her finger unleashed another slab of pressure inside him. The unsympathetic force of it contorted his muscles as they shook primed for release. 

Then it came, as a startled surprise, his cock jerked violently upwards. His body shook hard as he gave out with one final explosion of pressure from her finger.




In The Name of Art Pt. 01



"Oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!"

He looked down as his legs began to tremble and there she was looking up expectantly. At the point of release, her mouth formed a perfect ring around his cock. Incredulous that she wanted it in her mouth, it tipped him over the edge. With each deep muscular spasm, she took his load into her mouth, enjoying the sweet bitterness of it as she deftly milked him. The clamping thud into his perineum rocketed through his balls with each contraction. Each contraction yielded a deep grunt from his body and more of his cum into her waiting mouth.

"Stop, please stop, I can't take this," moaned Harry in-between desperate pants for air, "please, please..."

Mercilessly, she rubbed on that spot and felt each shot into her mouth. Wanking him slowly over her breasts, she let the last few drops spill over them. She knew he was spent and looked up to see his incredulous expression; his body rising and falling from his torso. His body was blotchy and livid, his muscles engorged and tight. 

Releasing his spent cock, she watched the last throbbing tremors of his cock and wiped the edges of her mouth with her finger. 

He felt her embrace; her lips grazed his and her tongue pressed against his own. Such was his astonishment; he did not mind that he could taste remnants of his essence. 

"In the name of all that is indecent in this world; that was incredible."

Her girlish giggle filled the small room, "I take it you liked it then?"

Another kiss followed.

"No one has ever done that to me."

"Oooh, a prostate virgin, well stud, you were shooting dust at the end there. You've been drained."

Harry laughed.

"This was the last thing I was expecting."

The atmosphere of the small office was heavy with the scent of sex and their bodies were sticky with their labour. He retrieved her dress but not before one final naked embrace. Pressed against him, she felt the stirring of his loins. He would be ready for some more soon enough.

"So is that it? Wham-bam-thank-you Penny?"

The coyness of her expression looked more playful than awkward.

"Well that Harry, depends on you?"

Those seconds felt like hours, she hoped he would take the hint and Harry's warm smile was his hint that he got the message.

"Fancy a bite to eat?" ventured Harry.

"Well, I guess we have worked up an appetite."

And she kissed him, "Maybe we can have some dessert later too."



In The Name of Art Pt. 02



The slatted door clattered against its frame and Penny slammed her hand on the large green button. With a jolt and an electrical whine, the lift began its methodical ascent. Without prompting and with a giggle, she kicked off her heels, pulled her dress up over her head and threw it down. She was completely naked.

"Oh, like that is it?" enquired Harry.

Not wanting to be outdone, he frantically eschewed his clothes and sandals and he was naked too.

A mutual fit of giggles threatened to incapacitate them both. Coming to a stop, she slid back the lift door and took his hand, leading him into the unknown.

Harry could never resist laying down a dare - Penny could never resist doing them. Enjoying a simple bistro meal together, the conversation had flowed as easily as the wine they'd consumed. Penny boasted to Harry that he hadn't seen anything yet. They had been egging each other on all the way back to Penny's studio.

With a snap of switches, the harshness of the artificial light hurt his eyes at first. As they adjusted, his mouth was agape at the huge space he stood in. It was open-plan and sectioned off by tall freestanding partitions. The roof space was a tangle of exposed steel joists, ducts and pipework. Mounted between the enormous windows, large pastel illustrations of the naked male and female body captured the frisson of the moment.

"My studio and flat," announced Penny proudly.

She posed before him in her own studio; he savoured the image of her naked feminine body and its juxtaposition against these industrial surroundings. Caught up in the moment, Harry moved to her and slid his fingers tenderly through her wild curly hair. Looking deeply into her eyes, he kissed her softly. Her reciprocation was instant, her pillowy lips buzzed with a throaty moan.

"I want my dessert now please," she purred.

"Okay, and you say you like to get kinky, huh? I dare you."

She paused and looked at him inscrutably, "Oh really? Just how kinky do you want? Do you want dirty or depraved?"

"How about dirty with some utter filth on the side?"

With a coy giggle, she pulled him to her catching him unawares.

"Ok, I warn you though, you're going to need a bit more than beginner's luck now."

He laughed, "Oh I'm sure I can handle it."

"Now there is a challenge."

She led him by the hand to another set of partitions, pausing to kiss him again. Surrounding on two sides by two whitewashed brick walls, partitions created the other four walls of her bedroom.

"Erm, make yourself even more comfortable that you, erm, are already I guess."

The wickedness of her filthy designs for him intensified that familiar warmth of arousal through her body. Her hands had to wander over his naked body, he stiffened easily to her touch as her body began to ache for him again. It was clear what was on Harry's mind and Penny admired how easily he could be aroused. Feeling playful, she wondered what his expectations of 'kinky' would be compared to hers. Fucking him in that office gave her a lot to go on already; Harry had potential.

With a gentle shove, she pushed him away, "Back in a minute."

Reclining on the bed, he looked to a small collection of folios scattered on it. He felt drawn to the novelty of the one with a sheet aluminium cover. Leafing through its pages, it was a collection of black and white pictures of the same model in fetish wear. Engrossed in the book, he flicked through the pages and felt a curious arousal at the scenes before him.

He did not notice the long shadow cast from her bedroom 'door'.

"That's Yva Richard's idea of fetish wear in the 1920s."

Looking up to her, she smiled happily at his expression of sheer astonishment.

"And this is Penny Nicholson's idea of the very, very noughties to the present day."

Harry was dumbfounded could only stare in awe. Her fresh complexion contrasted with her painted gloss red lips and scholarly black rimmed spectacles. With her hair scraped back into a ponytail, she revealed her elegant neck and delicate collarbone. Her outfit revealed her inner desires; a black latex corset constrained her breasts with thick buckles and presented an obscenity of cleavage. Cinched at the waist, the contour of it captured her figure as an object of worship. Held tightly by thick jet-black suspender straps, her black latex stockings sculpted her long legs into deviant objects of latent power.

She stood before him fascinated by his state of bewildered reverence. Watching his semi-flaccid cock twitch and stiffen hard, the ache inside her grew into that pulsating tension of sexual need.

His eyes lingered at the confluence of her legs and there they remained. Her sex was naked, framed by the stocking straps and scalloped lower curve of the corset. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her again engulfing him, fucking him, and draining him. The delicious view in front of him and the shock of her reveal had overwhelmed him.

He was so completely entranced at the sight before him; he had not noticed the items in her hand.

"Well I don't need to ask if you like it," she asked pointing at his stiff cock.

"You... you look fucking stunning."

"Appropriate choice of words Harry, I am a stunning fuck, aren't I?"

He gave a salutary nod rapt by her authoritative pose and attire.

Suffused with the thrill of her dominion over him and in a brazen exhibition of confidence; she moved slowly towards him. Placing one stiletto clad foot in front of the other; she had his full attention. Performing a slow twirl before him, she giggled at his gasp of surprise as he saw the jewelled plug in her arse.

She was charming with her clothes on, engaging and witty. He found her sexual confidence extremely arousing, he had hankered for a woman that knew her own body and understood her sexuality. He had yearned for excitement and stood before him - he had found it.

"Lie down Harry."

She sat before him, her fingers softly caressing the contours of his lower leg and thigh. Witnessing the throb of his swollen cock, she teased him with the slow ascent of her fingertips to his loins. The spectacle of his hardness fully engorged before her pulsed heat into her loins. Biting her lower lip, she knew if she touched herself, her fingers would easily wetten to the touch.

Withdrawing her hand, she giggled at his body's reaction and moan of frustration.

Their eyes met as she leisurely crawled over his body and she gently grazed her taut abdomen against his fiercely hard cock. Avoiding his need to place his lips on hers, she pushed his head into the soft pillow. Straddling his face, her shins pressed on his prone biceps, she had pinned him down.

Transfixed and staring at her aroused labia enflamed his nagging frustration, it was so close yet it was too far to touch. His chest felt tight with the intensity of his arousal, the heavy thud of his heart rang in his ears. The need for sexual gratification was already gnawing at his insides; the excitement of this game had sharpened his senses.

Taking his hands, she placed them above his head. He could not see but she beamed as he offered no physical resistance. With the clicking of metallic ratchets, he was handcuffed to the heavy metal bedstead.

"Penny, erm, be gentle, right?"

She smirked, "Not chickening out are we?"

"Fuck no, just no whipping my bollocks. Actually, no whipping anything would be great."

Penny giggled, "Relax, no pain, you're just going to be my slave, that's all."

"Oh, that's alright then," his voice carried a hint of sarcasm, "you have the keys for these things, right?"

"Shush. Now eat... slave!"

She lowered herself to him and running her fingers through his hair pulled him to her aching sex. The tenderness of his tongue parting her wet folds made her gasp. With soft, delicate attention to her clit, she punctured the air with airy gasps of encouragement.

Each silken caress broadcast the vivid fusion of sexual pleasure and electricity into her body. Raising the ante, he captured her clit with his lips. Sucking softly, the blunt silken point of his tongue caressed her hard button.

"That's it, just there, don't stop..."

Panting softly, her fingers woven into his hair tightened their grip. His touch invigorated that flow of pressure into the core of her loins. She had harboured this heightened sense of sexual need for hours. Their flirting was a constant source of titillation; he had unwittingly cultivated her craving into unadulterated lust. Now, he was unaware of how he was nurturing that lust into a monstrous sensation of sexual pleasure. He was devouring her one lick at a time, feeding her addiction for him to new heights.

Luxuriating in this act of domination, she looked down to watch him attend to her. The sight, the sounds and the sensations were beginning to overwhelm her capacity for restraint. His act of willing subservience exhilarated her and she yearned for more with every airy gasp from her pouting mouth. Reaching around to hold his rigid cock, its resistance to her grasp conveyed its intense hardness. She needed no words from him to understand his acquiescence.

Clamping her grinding sex to his face, he instinctively understood her intent and flayed her with the velvet tip of his tongue. Immolated to his touch, she panted heavily with each caress. Willingly she bore the brunt of the tongue worshipping her, evaporating her self-control with each lick.

"Yes, yes, eat my cunt!"

With a litany of gasps and moans, his obedience delivered a relentless precision from his tongue. Mashing her sex to his mouth wantonly, his pursed lips latched onto her clitoral hood again. Her legs felt restless and began to shake involuntarily. That knot of sexual tension strained inside her, building to the limit of its tensile strength.

Lapping at her clit, her hips rose and fell to guide him to the right place. Wave after wave of tingling warmth washed over her, she vowed to nurture his potential to be an accomplice to her deviant needs. The prospect of being his teacher and experience her kinky desires, her body began to shake - it was too much.

Her body lurched hard and with a sickening groan, she exploded. Surrendered before him, the violence of her climax devoured her whole. Each convulsion clenched the plug inside her amplifying the intensity of forces shuddering through her. Each flick of his tongue forced a yelp from her wretched body as she felt the heavy spasms tear through her.

Weak and wracked by the tremors still pulsing through her body, she pushed at him with all her might. Falling onto the mattress, she cupped her sex taking sharp, panting breaths. Seeking refuge from the cossetted softness, she lay beside his constrained body gasping hungrily for air.

"Fuck... fuck... fucking hell Harry."

Alongside his prone body, she looked to him and smiled; her juices shone on his lips and chin. He looked glorious before her naked and aroused. 

He smiled into her eyes, "And that's it huh?"

He wanted to goad her into revealing her hand. Free of his inhibitions, the exhilaration of the unknown coursed through him.

Penny admired his bravado and giggled playfully, "Oh no Harry, not by a long chalk."

Sliding her fingers inside, her eyes closed in response to the delicious sensitivity of her sex. She reached for the pink vibrator, holding it for him to witness her next deviant act. With their eyes locked together, she needed to give no explanation; she wanted him to see that moment of penetration etched vividly on her face. The febrile atmosphere between punctuated by its low hum soon made her moan contentedly as she gave herself to it.

Watching her shameless masturbation ignited his arousal into a sense of bewildering sexual need. His mind was lost, his body writhed in protest. Craning his neck to watch the toy cleaving her sex, she repeatedly stifled its malevolent hum as she fucked herself.

With a languid roll of her wrist, she impaled herself repeatedly. Reaching to his chest, her fingers mercilessly teased his nipples. Stoking the fires of his body with malicious intent, his own body contorted with frustration as she watched his reaction avidly. Steering the vibe to that special spot, her lurid reaction of deep groans and undulating hips made him groan heavily.

Helplessly, he fought against his restraints in vain, "Fucking hell Penny, please, I need to fuck you."

Watching the agony of his tortured body rise and fall, she pushed the vibe deeper into her sex.

"Fuck Harry, this feels so good, how do you like your utter filth on the side?"

"Please Pen, please fuck me."

"It feels like your cock is inside me, only, erm, it isn't."

His eyes were pleading; his body visibly trembled with desire.

"Pen, for fuck's sake, please."

Raising the ante by caressing his cock, he hissed frustratedly for air. It looked so viciously hard, engorged and angry; he felt so hot to the touch. Lazily stroking him, the vibe ratcheted up that delicious pressure inside her. Panting breathlessly as her hips rose and fell, the image of her prone lover powerless before her threatened to send her over the edge again.

Summoning her last scraps of self-discipline, she could see Harry was frantic with need. Easing the toy from her with a devious smile, she hid her need with a dispassionate gaze upon him.

"Beg."

"Pen, Jesus!"

"Beg!"

"Please fuck me, please. I'm begging you."

With a playful giggle, she squatted over him. Dominant before him, she reached for his cock, she giggled at his groans as she slowly tugged at his rigid shaft. A gasp of shock announced his reaction to a gloopy cold liquid smeared over his fevered cock. Easing out the teardrop shaped plug, she presenting it to him with a wicked smile.

"You like being this helpless? Being controlled?"

His reaction again was immediate; he nodded.

"Good, you are showing promise Harry."

Squaring his cock up to the right place, she let gravity take over. The force of its hard blunt head pressing against her made her groan loudly. Violating that ring of tight-knotted muscle, she yelped at his girth as she lowered herself down. Ensconced by a tightness alien to him, she watched as his eyes widened with surprise.

"Shit Pen, am I?... Fuck!"

She nodded, "In my tight arse? Oh yes."

His low series of panting groans made her want to add fuel to the fire. Leaning back and gripping his shins, she showed him just how tightly she had him.

"Look. Look at your delicious cock stuffed in my arse."

Harry was bereft at the graphic visual of his girthy meat stuffed inside her - he was lost for words. With the slightest increments she could manage, she tortured him and slowly adapted to his cock.

Surveying him before her, every sinew in his body strained as she repeatedly took him. The sense of power she felt shot shivers of excitement through her. 

Adjusted to his girth, she toyed with him. Slowly sawing his cock inside her to ratchet up the tension. The next moment, with the spring in her thighs, she would quicken her pace to torment his body and mind. She revelled in playing a sexual game of cat and mouse and she would have her cream. 

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good in there."

"Christ Pen, I can't believe you're doing this."

"Believe it, you naughty boy, now shut up and let me fuck your brains out."

With determined measured movements, she took him firmly and pressed his body into the soft pliant mattress. Each time he wanted to buck his hips and fight back, her increased pace and the cauldron heat of her arse tamed his ardour.

The fluid elegant motion of her body upon his rigid cock was a savage and delicious torture. The shiny black latex caught the dappled light; he was spellbound at the majestic arc of her body as she rose and fell. Time dilated, moments turning to minutes, the pageant of her body tantalised his need for release. This was not an urgent fuck in a cramped office; this was how she wanted to fuck him. The glorious sensations made his cock throb inside her confined hole; each deep moan was a sonnet of anguished frustration.

Pausing to adapt her posture, she rested her shins on the bed and straddled her untamed Mustang. Harry's vexation was palpable; he pulled against his restraints as his signal for more.

"Fuck Pen! Don't stop, please. You feel so fucking good."

"Think you could get use to this? My tight arse filled with your magnificent cock?"

His answer was immediate; he nodded his head helplessly.

"You've seen nothing yet."

As he helplessly watched, she fed the toy slowly into her sex; he felt its girth through her thin membrane. With his senses overloaded, he writhed and fought against his restraints, it was impossible to take any more. Avidly watching his eyes widen, she impaled herself onto the toy and him with a breathless snigger and then a deep moan.

"Fuck..." Harry hissed, feeling the monotone buzz of the toy against his own cock.

"Shit!" she squealed as she sat on fully down on his cock, "I'm so full."

The extra tightness and the malevolent throb of the vibrator made his cock flex. She felt skewered, double penetrated by him and the toy. Guiding it firmly against that place inside her, the ferocity of the vibrations would soon prise the full force of another climax from her. With a new determination, she rose and fell on him, looking into his eyes as they burned with undiluted lust.

Impaling herself onto his servile body, she mercilessly fucked him. Taking him repeatedly to the hilt, their groans filled the air.

"You like that Harry? Can you feel it?"

His only response was a low groan.

"I want two cocks inside me, both of you fighting to fuck me hard!"

"FUCK.K.K.K!"

She felt the full effect of her words as Harry strained his tumescent muscles to thrust back. She rebuffed him vigorously using the full weight of her body. Her thighs and hips conspired together to deliver frantic crashes against his body and forced him to relent. Whilst she had sought to admonish him, it had driven that anguished tension inside her to the point of no return. Conspiring with the vibe in her sex, she willingly pressed on hungrily towards her endgame.

"Shit!" squealed Penny.

Sobs replaced groans as she fought to drive his body into the bed. As she did so, she felt the swollen mass of his cock throb heavily inside her. His cock was at its zenith and pulsing inside her. He watched as she felt it, teasing out yelps of pleasure as she rode him harder.

"You... you need to cum don't you?"

Harry groaned louder, "Yes, yes, I can't hold back much longer."

Their eyes met and with them a thousand words were unsaid; his release was at her disposal. She could ruin it or grant it to him. Congratulating herself that her actions had brought him to this moment, she would savour his release.

Needing to press on, she was struggling to match her own wilful intent. She knew her animated body lacked its earlier finesse. Her movement was jagged and mechanical; her hand grasped at him, scrabbling for purchase. Her own impending need for release loomed in the delicious mass of pressure throbbing inside her. She braced herself, locking her elbow hold herself up

"I'm close Harry, cum with me, let's cum together."

He yearned to fulfil her and to please her. He fought to fight back but her animal strength in search of release was too much. The familiarity of that throbbing heat inside his muscles burned readily for his imminent release.

"Yes, Yes, I can feel you. Give it to me, give me your cum... cum in me baby."

Her words gave him the inspiration he sought and a command to obey. Pushing the toy up against that spot once more, her body instinctively responded. As that incredible clamping tension throbbed through her, she rode his full swollen length. Breeching her resolute self-control, she felt her body being to succumb and embraced it.




In The Name of Art Pt. 02



"I'm gonna cum Harry, watch me ... watch...m..."

Her words did not fail her this time, their eyes met for this most intimate moment. Flailing like flotsam riding a raging sea, her body gave out. Each shuddering wave tore through her unleashing loud stammering moans to match their intensity. Convulsing through her body, the force of each spasm made her shake violently on top of him. She clenched him hard, massaging his cock with a surly grip that made him bellow noisily below her.

"Fuck.k.k.k!"

With a heavy slump of her body onto him, he felt the first spasm of his release. Writhing against each other, they groaned loudly in unison as they shared their climax. Savage in force, matching him spasm for spasm, each convulsion milked his load from him. The cloying warmth of his seed spread through her she clung to him sobbing for air. As his final act of veneration, he stabbed her with his spewing cock each thrust weaker than the last.

Breathless and summoning all her strength, she eased the vibe out of her throbbing pussy and looked down upon him. Exhausted, she fell upon him once more, his body rising and falling against her for air. Bathed in the warmth of her post-orgasmic glow, her last gasp was his spent cock easing from her and a trickle of his seed escaping her clutches.

"Fuck." gasped Harry weakly.

Freeing his restraints, she pressed her lips against his; his eagerness to reciprocate was all she sought.

"That... That..."

She looked upon him lost on a plain of bliss; she had taken him beyond his limits of frustration and crashed him into a delirium of sexual ecstasy.

"Pen... Pen... You... You... were incredible."

It was a breathless laugh, but heartfelt nonetheless. She quietly congratulated herself at how she had conquered her new lover.

Sat above him, the fought with corset buckles and felt the cool air balm her torpid flushed body. Crashing onto the bed, she rubbed her thighs together and luxuriated in the slippery wetness of his spunk leaking from her.

He embraced her with a tenderness that belied his bulk. She gave herself to him as he pressed his lips to her pouting mouth. Clasping his muscular body with her arms, he looked at her to see a happy warmth smile looking back at him.

"Beautiful, beautiful..." she whimpered, softly running her fingers through his hair.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

How long they had lain in her bed was hard to tell, she had rested her head on his chest safe with the security of his strong arm around her. She felt sated, light and at ease, she could hear his strong heart as she nestled against him.

"You ok?" Penny mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah I am, just remind me to dare you again like that soon."

"I don't need to ask if you liked it."

"Oh I liked it, a lot. You're kind of the girl I was hoping to meet one day."

She felt a prickle of warmth inside her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, y'know liberated, assertive, fun and a bit, erm, kinky."

"A bit kinky?"

There was a hint of surprise to her voice.

"Ok, well, I'd like to say a lot but the jury's out."

She let out a little giggle, "Well, stick around and you'll definitely find out."

There was a pause, "You know I think I will."

The tone of his voice had changed from jocular to sincere; she pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it softly.

"Well, you could make a start by sticking around tonight."

"I'd like that."

Easing herself from the bed, she took his hand and tried to pull him up.

"Come with me."

"Huh, ok, hold on."

Reluctantly on shaky legs, he stood. As she led him through the studio, she wanted him with her as she sought to refresh her body from their carnal toil. She would wash and tend to her lover too in the expectation that he might have a little more strength left for her.

Pushing him playfully under the pan-sized showerhead, it released the sizzle of tepid water over his body. As Harry closed his eyes and lifted his face to greet the water drops, the imagery was not lost on Penny as she watched.

Reborn.



In The Name of Art Pt. 03



"I can always tell by the way a man moves if he is a good fuck or not." 

"SORRY?" 

Her skin shimmered against the swirling red and purple rays of light. Penny's body snaked provocatively to the swooping electronic bassline. Her movements complimented those of the cage dancers - the domain of burlesque dancers and strippers. Instinctively Penny and Harry moved together in a primal dance as old as time. 

She gestured to him to lean in closer.

"I said, I can tell by the way a man dances if he's a good fuck or not." 

He held her hips, controlling the movement of her body as she sucked on his earlobe and grabbed his package. Softly, she pushed her tongue into his ear, rubbing her hand over his burgeoning cock.

"Pen!" 

"You are good Harry, too fucking good. I want to fuck you, I see the girls in here checking you out." 

They had planned to come here for weeks; this was 'Berlin Cabaret' night. As a mass gathering of the alternative, it was a menagerie of latex and leather, velvet and satin. The atmosphere crackled with sexual energy, all of them seeking to be different; every taste catered for and every kink accepted. 

Choosing a tight latex mini dress, jewelled choker and knee-high boots, it tautly held all the curves of her body in place. The sultry sway of her hips kept time with the languid movement of her head and arms.

Revelling in how it caught the ambient lighting, Harry admired how the coloured tones of light and grey shadow gave it the appearance of dark water. He knew she had eschewed any underwear and wanted the lines of her naked body to define how the latex clung to her skin. 

She knew that look well enough by now in Harry's eyes, her provocative movements would only add fuel to the fire. Matching her move for move, Penny admired how his body turned and twisted. His net top caught the ultraviolet light revealing the flaming swirls of reflective paint lovingly painted underneath. Side-laced leather trousers and chunky boots boosted his imposing frame over her more demure body. 

She backed onto him, grazing her pert bottom against the growing bulge in his trousers. Matching the slow swish of her hips, he took them to direct her movement and pushed his groin firmly against her. The exhilaration of her flagrant behaviour raged through him. It excited him; he wanted everyone to see the effect it had on him. 

Clasping her breasts, he took to her nipples with his fingers. He knew what effect that would have yielding an unheard gasp over the driving bassline. The latex was thin and elastic; it would be obvious that they were hard and aroused. She knew she was wet for him and that radiating ache drove her to the limits of restraint. Only a few inches of latex mini dress protected her from his fingers and cock. 

She had taunted him all night, with her words, actions and attire. Deliberately torturing him, she luxuriated in how she would pay for it. She knew what he was capable of after tormenting him like this. She yearned for the throbbing ache of her bruised sex after he had been inside her all night. She craved that wetness of his spunk leaking from her throughout tomorrow. 

He kissed her neck and took the opportunity to be heard. 

"You filthy fucking slut. I want you." 

Symbiotically they writhed against each other, engrossed in each other as if no one else was there. Escaping his clutches, she turned to face him, her lithe body snaking and contorting to the music. He met her move for move amidst the seething mass of revellers. Seduction at one hundred and thirty beats a minute, her perky nipples poked against the latex of her dress. That churning ache inside her fuelled her need to taunt him one provocative swish of her hips at a time. 

With a gesture of drinking, Harry nodded in return. Taking his hand, she led him boldly off the dancefloor. Feeling a swell of pride, it fed that ache as she saw them showing their appreciation of Harry. Occasional surreptitious eyes glanced at her, the flick of eyelashes in a naughty wink of an eye. She returned to them a sly grin of her own, a moment of unspoken sisterhood. 

Ensconced in a corner with their drinks, they had a vantage point looking out over the rest of the club. The ambiance here was no different from the dance floor. It dripped with a profound sense of the erotic; the deep red lighting filtered all but the boldest colours. Stolen glances mixed with the more overt, Penny took Harry's hand and squeezed it. 

"I'm so fucking horny Harry, just take a look around you, doesn't it turn you on?" 

The club was a mass of people glammed up, acres of naked flesh on show tantalising them both. Bits of tape covered nipples leaving the rest on show, sheer underwear only one bright light away from revealing its contents. Figure hugging latex and leather worn in exultation to human sexuality. It was impossible not to admire, impossible not to make eye contact and smile.

His initial reticence was a mistake; excitement coursed through him now with every heartbeat. This felt so daring and invigorating; he did not want this addictive feeling to end. 

"Harry." 

He turned to look at her and she smiled wickedly at him. Leaning in for a lingering slow kiss, she broke from him and pressed her finger to his lips. Accepting it, the sweet musky taste was unmistakable. Instinctively he sucked on it; the velvet texture of his mouth made her eyes half-close with arousal. 

Easing her finger from his mouth, she leant in to him. 

"Fuck me, Harry, I want your cum, I want it so it can leak out of me on the dancefloor." 

She eased her legs apart to flash her bare smooth sex, and his look of alarm made her giggle. This brazen act of exhibitionism was the final straw; he felt his cock filling with blood. Throughout the entire night, every sinew of his body teetered on the precipice of intense arousal. This deviant act had tipped him over the edge; she placed her hand onto his confined cock. 

"There's a girl over there looking at my wet cunt." 

Harry tracked to where Penny's eyes were looking. A woman, about their age and wearing a tight latex catsuit met his eyes and smiled. Making a 'V' gesture with two fingers, she gesticulated with her tongue between them. It was very clear to them both what she would like to do to Penny. 

"Fuck!" hissed Harry. 

What happened next, he could not explain; caught up in the moment, he raised his glass and toasted her with a wink. Reciprocating with her own drink, she blew them both a kiss before returning to the animated conversation with her friends. 

Penny laughed, "I would let her too, she's fit." 

"Pen!" 

"What?! Too uncomfortable for you in those trousers? Right now, she could eat my cunt for all she's worth, I need to cum." 

"Fucking hell." 

She had only intimated her desire for women in playful jest to fry his senses in a moment of passion. This was deliberate and cold incitement and she laughed at the look of shock on his face. There she was, her legs slightly apart in no hurry to cross her legs. The woman looked over again for another look, lingering as Penny eased them apart a little further. She smiled in return, winked and went back to her friends. 

"I would Harry and I know you would like to watch, I want you to see it. My hot wet cunt getting eaten out by a sexy girl." 

"Pen! Don't tease." 

"What's the matter Harry, can't handle it? Isn't it every man's fantasy? I know you want it." 

Her words were too much and sporting a full erection, Penny squeezed his hard cock. She had his answer right there in her hand. 

"Come on." 

With that, she took his hand and stood up. 

"Where are we going?" 

"Anywhere I can get your cock in me." 

Whilst his mind reacted with a natural trepidation, his body had other ideas -- he was hard and horny. Penny's gait moved to the thud of the 4/4 bassline, her taut arse swaying in an act of deliberate provocation. He had to try to sate her; she was a force of sexuality in need of taming. His own body was the foil to her desires; he yearned to feel her body shudder as his own frustration spewed deep into her spasming sex. 

With the aid of a full moon outside the club, Harry looked out across the car park. In a remote corner close to a nearby streetlamp was a grassy verge. Flanked on two sides by tall shrubs and on another by a couple of parked cars, it was the best spot. 

He pointed the way. 

"Ok, just hurry up and stick your cock in me, I'm on fire here." 

The sense of excitement and danger coursed through his body. Adrenaline rising in him forced his thumping heart to cannon strongly in his chest. Aflame with lust, rigid with a savage heat in his balls, he was in no mind to fight it. 

The spot looked good and secluded enough not to attract the attention of others. 

"I want to ride you, lie down." 

Harry felt the cushion of the soft grass on his back, cool to his skin as Penny wrestled to free his cock. Straddling him assertively, she pulled up her latex mini dress; the quicksilver moonlight mixed with the pearl hue of the streetlight. Bathing their bodies in tones of light and dark grey, it caught the prominence of her smooth Mons. Holding his cock firmly, his arrant look of need in his eyes forced a lewd smile to break her lips. 

"Tell me you want this Harry." 

Slowly stroking his girth, he felt so hot and strong in her hand. Fighting her own urges, she held out to drive the frustration in him. She knew he was at his best when infuriated with lust; she would have it no other way. 

"Fuck, Pen, yes, yes, fuck me." 

He witnessed the blunt tip pressed to her folds; she slid it up and down her slit. A cascade of her juices wettened the head of his cock. It would need to - he was fiercely hard. 

"Look at me." 

The act of penetration forced her eyes closed and mouth open. 

"Yes!" she hissed. 

Easing herself down determinedly, she impaled herself fully. That knot of tension reared up and using the spring in her thighs, she slowly measured her movements to hit that sensual spot with his cock. The tight heat and lack of friction astounded him and he bucked back in time with his hips forcing a soft gasp from her mouth.

Freeing her heaving breasts, she looked down upon his prone body and bit her lower lip. She let him drink this sight in, riding his body assertively, mastering his hard cock deep inside her. 

"Play with my nipples; you know how they make me cum." 

The feeling of his strong hands took her breath away as she began to bounce menacingly on top of him. Relenting to the determination of her body and her assertive posture, Harry's reply was to roll her nipples between his fingers. The sight of her body astride him driving each thrust widened his eyes, the sense of danger and risk fuelling the throbbing ache of his hard cock.

Menacingly, she brought herself down and then up; the seething tight heat of her sex began to make him moan. Feeding that spot inside her through her controlled movements, she would climax easily and in the throes of her climax milk his cum from his fevered balls.

"Oh fuck, yes, that's it, Harry." 

His girth burned against her sinewy walls hitting that spot repeatedly making her moan loudly. 

A soft feminine gasp stopped them in their tracks. 

"Oh, oops, sorry." 

Penny craned her neck; Harry shifted his head to the side to look. 

In the shadows, there she was, the woman that made the V-shaped gesture. Her pretty face carried an expression of curious diffidence yet she was not turning tail and running off. 

"Don't mind us, I needed some cock." 

Harry's eyes were wild and caught in this tawdry act - he froze still. Unabashed, Penny's subtle movements slid Harry in and out of her craven sex. 

There was a brittle giggle. "There was me thinking you'd gone out for a cigarette. I heard noises." 

Their application of logic was faultless and they simultaneously came to the same conclusion. Penny flashed a lecherous smile at Harry followed by a wink. 

"Well, don't stop having a smoke on our account." 

"Oh, erm..." 

"You could stick around if you like. Why don't you come down here and give my boyfriend something to think about." 

In his heightened state, adrenaline mixed with arousal. The prospect of her joining them made his cock flex with such vigour -- it forced a gasp from Penny. 

"Jesus! I don't need to ask if you want this." 

The fluidity of her motion caught the low light against her polished catsuit. On her knees and inches from Penny's face, she stole a kiss. Harry's gasp was immediate; Penny reciprocated fully kissing her back with conviction. Weaving her fingers through her lustrous jet-black hair, Penny would break, watching her pout for more and then kiss her again. 

With their mouths still locked together, Penny pulled firmly on the catsuit zip. Not fighting to protect her modesty, she slid her hand into the opening. Drawing her in with a multitude of long searching kisses, Penny found her prize. Grazing her fingers over a nipple, her reaction was immediate. Escalating in passion, each kiss drew a louder moan as Penny bounced slowly on his hard meat. 

The sight surged through his body; tonight would be a night of firsts. Seizing her hips, he bucked into Penny determinedly. She bore down on his anguished girth quelling his excitement. The sensuality of Penny's mouth against her fed his frenzied state.

Penny's exhibition was a carefully crafted performance of one sensuous kiss after another. She had him deep inside her; occasionally she moved with more latitude and then revelled in his desperate groan. She knew this was torture and this double pleasure of his cock and her lips intensified the cloying heat of her loins. 

Easing back, still teasing her nipple; the look of want on her face told Penny all she needed to know. 

"Unzip it, all of it." 

With a vacant gaze of desire in her eyes, she happily complied. The zip ran the full length of the suit and around the back. Exposed in an open-ended 'V' shape, she revealed her tight fleshy cleavage and taut abdomen. Squeezing on her nipple forced a deeper gasp through her pouting mouth, Penny knew she had her full attention. 

"Come on, show us more." 

Pulling her arms and shoulders out of the catsuit, they both consumed the sight before her. Her taut body shone in the subdued pearlescent light; her broad shoulders held her torso in perfect proportion to her neck and head. 

With a lecherous grin on her face, Harry watched as Penny started to explore her body. 

Roaming with her fingers over her soft skin, she was static and bit her lip as she gave herself to her touch. Exploring each elegant curve, her fingers slowly descended towards her breasts. Generous in proportion, moulded to her chest with no overhang and hard erect nipples. Mesmerised by the way Penny toyed with their new friend, the slow careful thrusts into her were his own silent answer. 

Swirling her fingers with a feather like touch, he watched her eyes close. Directing her fingers down her lithe body, she sagged on her knees when Penny violated her wet folds.

Penny watched for her reaction when she splayed her wetness. Only when she grazed the swollen nub of her clit did her mouth pout, her eyes purse closed and a soft gasp left her. Penny smiled as she slowly worked her with fingers. Harry watched them both, gasping as the girl began to toy with her own breasts, teasing her own nipples with every caress of her clit. 

Her kisses were becoming more urgent and showing initiative, Harry felt the brush of her fingers as she rubbed on Penny's clit in return. Combined with the added stimulus of Harry's cock, the tension inside Penny coiled tighter and tighter. Using the strength of his body to hold Penny still, Harry bucked his hips to graze that sensitive place inside her. 

Drunk on lust, Harry watched the two women locked in a series of passionate clinches, kissing, touching each other. Maintaining a steady rhythm, the grip of her sex on him began to clench, the writhing of her body before him began to stutter. 

Guiding his cock to that spot, the assault on her clit hit her with a torrid regularity that was too much. Her skill was impeccable as Penny's stifled moans signalled her climax. Harry pushed into Penny as he witnessed the girl break from the kiss to watch Penny cum. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." 

Penny writhed before them as they extracted every spasm from her sex. Watching as she shuddered before him, Harry groaned as she fiercely clenched him in tight undulating waves. Feeling her body suffused with warmth, Penny gave out a deep heartfelt kiss of gratitude. Together they eased her from that exultant peak, letting her luxuriate in her reward. They lingered on each other's lips as Harry slowly fucked her weakly spasming sex. 

Pausing to a stop, Penny eased off him making his cock slap back against his body. Standing up with the latex dress a mere band across her midriff, she towered over the girl. Penny rubbed her own sex. It churned her insides; far from sated as she let them watch her auto-arousal. 

"I saw that gesture you made; you want to eat my cunt do you?" 

The girl looked up and nodded meekly. Gesturing for her to inch closer, Penny could feel her warm breath against her own flushed sex. 

"So do you have a name?" 

"Erm, Lisa. I'm Lisa." 

"Well, 'erm Lisa, I'm Lisa.' Here it is." 

Clasping Lisa's head and turning to look at Harry, she thrust her sex forward. Gasping incredulously, Harry watched as Penny's facial expression showed him that she had made contact. Sitting up to watch intently, Lisa took to her with a soft determination that clattered his senses. With a low moan, feeling the repeated snap of Lisa's soft velvet tongue on her clit, she looked to him. 

"You like it don't you, Harry?" 

She smiled happily between a heartfelt groan as he nodded. 

"I told you I would let her eat my cunt." 

Lisa's attentiveness fed the craving in Penny's body; her sensitive clit shot mighty waves of electricity into her. Instinctively, her hips writhed, pressing Lisa's mouth to her wanton sex. 

"And your fingers Lisa, don't forget your fingers."

He watched Penny's eyes squeeze shut as Lisa penetrated her sodden cauldron. Absorbed in Penny getting her cunt eaten, the spectacle rampaged through him. Her perfunctory brazenness had beguiled him and intoxicated him. Harry's mind rifled through the vision before him. If she was like this during an unplanned alfresco fuck, what would she be capable of if she put her mind to it? 

"Stroke his cock too, Lisa. Carefully though, I want his spunk. Just keep him hard." 

Paralysed with expectation, Harry watched as she slid her slight hand over his damp cock and wrapped her slim fingers around it. With a gentle roll of her wrist, she wanked him cautiously. It was either too soft or too vigorous. It was complete torture as the intense heat in his balls throbbed through his fiercely hard cock. 

Checking that Lisa was not going to force out Harry's load, Penny could see that she was tormenting him perfectly. She had him right where Penny wanted him. Slow and measured, enough to keep him hard but not enough to make him cum. The sight of his prone body under the control of another woman churned her insides; the evocative sight rattled that delicious pressure inside her.

The shape of her fingers had shifted, hooked and pressing against her upper walls; Penny knew what she was looking for. Penny's gentle sobs of pleasure gave her the affirmation Lisa had sought. With each wet slip of her tongue and her slick fingers, that knot of tension burned with increasing ferocity.

Harry could see Penny looked lost on the sensations of Lisa's tongue and fingers.

"Oh fuck, yes, you've got it. Faster." 

From the quivering in her legs, he knew what that meant. Penny reached out with an outstretched hand to hold herself against the 4x4 next to her. Lisa's dogged attention at the confluence of Penny's legs yielded an escalating shudder from her body. With a contorted roll of her hips, Penny seized Lisa's face and shook violently. 




In The Name of Art Pt. 03



"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

The explosion of tension in her body made Harry reel; her whole body tightened showing the sinews of her abdomen as she shook. Loud, visceral, Penny's feverish orgasm scorched itself into his consciousness. His cock lurched hard on Lisa's hand, his own body aflame with animal lust. 

Penny released Lisa from her grasp and slumped, first to her knees, then prone amongst the grass. As the warmth of her climax throbbed through her body, Harry looked alongside him as Penny's body rose and fell for air, her eyes sparkled with a vivid smile. For a few moments, there was stillness as Lisa surveyed Harry's prone body. Each thick prominent vein provided the strength in his girth that demanded more attention. 

"Shit!" 

Engulfed by a velvet heat and looking directly into his eyes, Lisa's mouth was full of his cock. Penny rolled over and leant up to watch as Lisa's head bobbed up and down. Sucking softly, Harry eased out a long and tortured groan. 

"Slowly, slowly! Oh fuck that's so good." 

Dutifully she complied; Harry was lost and looked to Penny in shock. Returning a wicked smile, she absorbed the sight of her boyfriend's body yielding to her mouth. 

"She's struggling to take it in. How does it feel?" 

Harry's pleading eyes filled her still libidinous body with an intense arousal. He was desperate for more and Lisa was being a good slut by teasing him. Penny wondered if Harry could take it, he looked utterly overwhelmed. 

For him, this was worse than having his cock stroked; his body was in open insurrection against his mind. He craved release and nothing else mattered, yet this stimulus was simultaneously brutal and sublime. Penny and now Lisa had tortured him to the point where his cock was almost numb yet each ripple of pleasure left him short of breath. 

Watching and slowly fingering her pussy, Penny felt that familiar jolt as she grazed that spot. She knew she wanted more and knew precisely how to get it. 

"You've suffered enough stud. Lie down Lisa, Harry get behind me." 

Lisa eased him out from her mouth and smiled widely at him, "Fuck, that's a very nice cock." 

Straddling her in reverse, Penny pressed her body on top of Lisa. Lisa wasted no time; she pulled on her hips and voraciously attended to her cunt. Penny wrestled with the catsuit and pressed her own tongue into Lisa's wet folds. They spread easily and flicking with her tongue, she could taste the sweet musk of her juices. Able to purse her lips around the hard button of her clit, Lisa's slight moans kept time with her slowly writhing hips. 

Watching them take so avidly to each other, he would never have expected this, not before he met Penny. This used to be a tawdry fantasy to entertain in a moment of solitude, now he was here and before him, his girlfriend and a stranger eating each other's cunts. Stunned, he had to watch yet his own need swelled through every muscle and shook him out his trance. 

He was not going to wait for Penny's acquiescence; he squared his cock up against her plump labia and firmly pressed into her. Her response was immediate; rearing up with a start, she hissed in air. 

"Yes, fucking do me, pound me till you cum." 

He was alarmingly swollen and stiff as steel; she struggled not to squeeze back until he was inside her. Pressing against the resistance of her tight muscles, he filled her to the hilt. He was in no mood for niceties; he was going to fuck her in the way she had taunted him for. He knew the score now, sexually frustrated to the point that she got a substantial hard fucking from him. He was in no mood to disappoint her now; the bravura thrusts into her made her groan loudly. 

Combined with Lisa's tongue finding its mark, Harry braced Penny's body with his strong arms and held her firmly in place. He could thrust into her without Lisa losing contact. He could only imagine how hard she would cum yet he would play his full part.

With a lunging series of thrusts, he embraced that pressure building from the core of his body. Pulling back with each sawing lunge into her, Harry felt that familiar tightness escalating. His cock was at its most swollen, the harbinger of his own climax. 

With her weight bearing down on Lisa's body, Penny sucked determinedly on her clitoral hood lashing her clit with the tip of her tongue. Feeling her body writhe strongly and savouring her copious juices, Penny taunted the jangling sensitivity of her clit. Holding her pussy lips apart, she pushed her tongue as deeply as possible into her sex. Letting out a strong gasp, Lisa began to writhe and dutifully lashed at Penny's clit in return. 

Slicked with Lisa's copious juices and in an act of filthy deviancy, she pressed one slight digit against the puckered tight hole of Lisa's arse. With a suffusion of moans on her own clit, Penny took her opportunity. Penny eased her finger tenderly into her whilst sucking on her clit. Drawing a heavy groan from Lisa emboldened Penny, finger fucking her tightest hole while lashing on her clit.

Delivering the coup de grace, she pressed her finger deeper into her and sucked firmly on her clit. Releasing a salvo of flicks onto her trapped swollen clit, Lisa let out a muffled yelp and then a shudder. Relentlessly Penny kept up the vicious tempo as Lisa shuddered with an increasing violence. Seeing her legs shake, Harry listened to her soft wailing moan. Her climax yielded a new sweet wetness that Penny devoured wantonly. 

Re-invigorated and in an act of Sapphic one-upmanship, Lisa fought back the need to savour her climax and voraciously flicked on Penny's clit. Squeezing her slight arms around Penny's hips, she locked her firmly into place. He could see that Penny was gripping at huge clumps of grass, pulling at them for purchase and she pushed back on Harry's cock. The sight of her body fighting against his strong grasp of her and Lisa's own slight arms wrapped around her surged through him. 

Howling at the escalating throbs of pleasure building in her, Penny felt Harry's tumescent cock bearing down on her tightening cunt. With a stuttering of his own muscles, he struggled to keep this relentless tempo going. The spasms between his legs were making it almost impossible to move. Clamping hard within him, his cock began to flex and throb. 

Relentlessly, each flick onto her clit stirred that delirious tension inside Penny. Lisa's zealous attention to her clit was determined to draw it from her. With the body the vessel for Harry's hard cock, she felt the tiny convulsions from her core begin to build. 

"Fu... Fuc... FUCK!" 

The first heavy spasm around his rigid meat astounded her. She shuddered over his implacable strength with a sinewy strength that shot colours against her closed eyelids. With one thrust and then another from his cock, she took her tempestuous climax. Clawing at his swollen hard cock, her body shook in delirious ecstasy. She pulled at Lisa's body to mash her mouth at her sweet tasting sex, stifling the need to wail with pleasure. 

Gripping on him in an undulation of merciless pressure combined with Lisa's sensual caress, Harry groaned. He embraced the inevitable as his mind took a snapshot of what was before him, their prone bodies savouring each other's cunt as he drove his cock deep into her. He felt a hand, slight and gentle; it squeezed at his heavy balls. It was Lisa's and it was too much. 

"Shit!" 

He wanted to bellow hard but bit down on his lip, channelling it into the relentless cannoning of his cock into her quivering sex. An explosion of pressure seared through his aching muscles. With a heavy throb deep inside her, his torrid frustration vented from him. With each short stab, he flexed powerfully to vent his load. Bearing down relentlessly to milk it from him, he groaned as each volley shot into her. 

"Oh shit, oh shit." 

By the volume of its strong heat, Penny knew he was filling her with a copious load. Purring with appreciation, he delivered what she had craved all night. Even as the dying embers of her climax flickered, she bore down on him with all her might to drain as much as he could give her. With the dying throbs of his orgasm, his movements slowed as he gasped desperately for air. 

Easing his still flexing cock from her, he slumped in the long grass. Propped himself up by his arms locked at the elbows, he sought deep breaths of air. His body glowed with warmth as he saw the two girls before him untangle their bodies from each other. 

Rolling from Lisa's prone body, Penny embraced her and after a soft soulful kiss, they helped each other up. Adjusting their partially shorn attire, Lisa's taut curves were constrained back into her black cat suit; Penny pulled the latex mini dress back over herself. They pirouetted for signs of grass blades stuck to them and giggled as they brushed a few blades out of each other's hair. Harry watched as he fought with trousers and checked for signs of dishevelment. 

Primping and preening in a car wing mirror, Penny reapplied some lipstick. She lent it to Lisa who giggled as she tried to place some onto her lips. Checking each other, they giggled and laughed. Realising he hadn't even introduced himself, he offered his hand to Lisa. 

"I'm Harry." 

The two girls cracked up in a fit of giggles. Incredulous at their laughter, Penny pulled at him, each of them preferring to share a deep kiss by means of an introduction. 

"I'm Penny." 

"Hi Penny," replied Lisa brightly. 

They shared another long kiss. 

"This is Harry." 

At risk of stoking the embers of his arousal, Lisa kissed him fully. 

"Wow, Hi, Lisa," added Harry as they broke. 

"Harry?" 

"Yes?" 

"Your cum is leaking down my legs." 

"Mmm," purred Lisa, "So what are you dirty bastards going to do next?" 

Penny pondered for a moment. 

"Well, he's only just warmed up. He might be a bit proper but once you rev his engine, he's a filthy fucker. Let's both tease him some more in the club and then back to mine to fuck his brains out." 

"Mmm, I like that idea, do I get a go?" asked Lisa. 

Penny smiled wickedly, "Of course." 

Harry smiled widely too. 

"Now, what are you drinking, Lisa?" 

"Vodka Coke, please." 

"You hear that? Two vodka cokes Harry, come on chop-chop."

To the sound of their combined laughter, Harry gestured to the ladies to go first. Arm in arm with Lisa, their hips swayed from side to side in unison. As Harry ogled their pert arses, he felt his own cock lurch once more. 

It was going to be a long and memorable night.



In The Name of Art Pt. 04



This story involves male anal penetration, please consider this as a very polite warning. 

All the best,

The Travelling Man

*****

The sounds of cutlery against crockery and the woosh of the coffee machine added to the hubbub of the busy café. Choosing to stay in bed rather than his usual run along the promenade, he waited patiently for their coffees. Harry needed this one, he still felt somewhat underpowered. To salve his conscience, it was not a case of being physical inactive, he was just getting a lot of exercise in a different way.

He looked over at Penny at their table and they exchanged a smile. She was went back to pouring over her tablet, her black rimmed glasses revealed her studious, intelligent side. They were also the glasses she liked to wear as the 'naughty secretary' or the 'dominating boss'. He felt that tingle of heat inside him as he indulged himself. He would describe her as insatiable and even after a long night of fucking her, she would still want him. There would there be the crafty blowjob in the shower or a hand-job as he stirred semi-awake sporting his morning glory. Even if she were sore, she would stiffen him up and demand her arse had his attention instead.

The barista completing their order prompted his train of thought onto more pressing matters.

"Oh you're a star."

Harry gently placed her cappuccino onto the table along with four rounds of toast. His macchiato looked very appealing as he took his seat. She flipped the cover over her tablet and looked at him directly.

"So, I have some news for you," offered Penny.

"Oh, what's that?"

"Well, Lisa says Hi," interspersing that statement with a beaming smile. "Also, I have a commission for us, you and me."

Harry didn't know whether to smile, blush or do both - he did both.

Watching his predicament, Penny giggled.

"Harry, I thought I could wear you down quite well enough on my own. You were an animal that night."

That statement was not doing much to ease his flushed skin. 

"Pen, you're all I want, more than enough."

There was that smile from her, that kind of contented smile from her that he wanted to see every day. 

"Harry, there are defining moments in everyone's life. Everybody has them and everyone can relate that those moments shaped the rest of their lives. Do you feel that?"

Delivered in quieter, more hushed tones than her ebullient self, it set the seriousness of this particular discourse. She was hoping for more than a shrug and he looked up from his coffee to see that her expression politely requested a considered answer. He paused for a moment, she deserved nothing except the best from him, and nothing else was acceptable.

"I feel something too, y'know after that night."

He needed to play for time a little and took a sip from his coffee. 

She was instinctively right with her statement, that night at the Berlin Cabaret had changed everything. it was a life-defining moment on which everything now balanced. Penny was always insatiable yet such was the power of that experience, they had fucked almost non-stop ever since. It wasn't just that, there was something more. 

It wasn't just that as good as it was, there was the time out from between the sheets. He felt at ease with her, they shared a mutual love of the artistic, they could spend hours together and yet they would be gone like the blink of an eye. Harry struggled to put his finger on it but there was something beyond the physical.

He knew he had to start at the beginning with this one.

"Pen, let me put it this way, until a couple of months ago, I was a regular Joe. There I am doing my Masters and struggling to make ends meet. I like to keep fit..."

"... and be a nude model and a naturist at the beach..." interjected Penny with a giggle.

Her levity moderated the need for seriousness.

"Well, there is that yes."

He paused.

"Pen, it's just, well, it's tough to put into words, y'know?"

"Try Harry, I won't take offence. I think it's actually impossible you could offend me."

That was the essence of her right there and it gave respite to his gummed up mind. With a deep sigh, he felt her reassurance. His sense of relief was palpable as he smiled. In his quest to provide clarity, his words would not be analysed syllable-by-syllable and weighed by the intonation of their delivery. 

"I guess that I've been holding out for a girl like you. I mean, erm, I'm twenty three. It's always constant source of comment from my folks that I've never had a 'serious' girlfriend."

His discombobulated brain forgot that framing words with his fingers was somewhat vapid; the importance of getting his point across superseded that. He knew he was way outside any semblance of his regular sense of self. 

"So I'm the kind of wholesome girl you would take to meet your parents? I'm flattered."

Penny looked half-delighted, half-impassive; her expression of openness offered all the encouragement he needed.

"So you are holding out for a girl like me, huh?"

He paused again to finish his coffee. 

"Well Pen, I'm a bit of a bloke when it comes to ... y'know?"

"Oh I know, I can still feel your blokeishness right between my legs. I'm sure Lisa did for a few days too."

They both eased out a happy smile, a moment of serendipity that emboldened Harry..

"Well, the reason I was holding out for the right woman was that I knew my, erm, tastes were a little different. I guess that they not vanilla are they?"

Penny nodded, "No, they are certainly not that."

If it wasn't Penny's collection of fetish wear that revved Harry's motor, it was the places. In her studio, probably every square foot had graced their cavorting bodies in flagrante. Then there was the Director's office, outside the nightclub, even in the bookshop's disabled loo. The idea of someone in greater need while he urgently fucked her still left her with a slight pang of guilt. 

"No, I guess I am not vanilla Pen. How do I feel since that weekend? Amazing, alive, I feel, erm, oddly calm and composed."

"What you are trying to say Harry is you feel gratified, satisfied, content?"

"Is this a multiple-choice question?"

Penny laughed, "Your call."

"Well, I would opt for all of the above as my answer. It's like before I met you, there was this thing gnawing at me. It was something I couldn't put my finger on but something was missing."

"And now Harry?"

"Now?"

The caffeine was kicking in; he felt a flash of inspiration as words began to form in his mind. They moved him and it surprised him by just now much. He paused again and looked at Penny; his eyes carried with them a brittleness that she had not seen before. On his face was an expression of earnestness that she had seldom seen in others.

"It feels like, it feels like... Like I'm on the right path, like a journey that I can't wait to set out on and I have the best travelling companion in the world right here in front of me."

He could get on his knees at that point and genuflect to the God of Arabica Beans.

"Oh Harry, that's beautiful."

"Is it? I'm not great at this, it feels so new and I know I've been holding out for someone like you. Now I've found you, it's more than I could ever wish for and words fail me. Typical."

Penny giggled, "Well, you are doing great. If it helps, I feel the same way too; you must think I'm a terrific slut though."

That look of earnestness was still there in Harry's face.

"No, I don't, you have confidence; I wish I had some of that right now I can tell you."

Penny put her piece of toast down.

"And there was you saying you can't find the right words."

He felt serenity, a reassurance that no matter what, he was always on the right wavelength with her and she was with him. He always knew that the right relationship would be the one that felt the easiest to maintain.

"Serenity, Pen, that's the word I feel."

He looked at her and she reached out to caress his face, there was tenderness there, a moment of undiluted emotion.

"I'm falling for you Harry, try those words on for size."

He took her hand and solemnly kissed it, a moment of instinctive affirmation.

"Oh thank fuck for that Pen, I'm falling for you too. I've been dying to tell you."

They both laughed, a belly laugh, a mix of relief and youthful exuberance.

"Our parents were right all along, we think we know the answers and yet we know fuck all."

"And that means?"

"Harry, I've never fallen for anyone in life. Oh, I am very confident and it's a means to an end. Sex is like breathing for me, now I have someone that means something and I don't want it to end."

Harry sat back in his chair, if he wasn't sitting in it, he'd be sat on the floor.

"Pen! You mean you put me through all that and, and..."

She giggled, "Pretty good huh?"

Harry's faux exasperation made her break out into more laughter.

"Oh come on Harry, I had to know. I'm bloody glad I did."

He soon broke from it, "Pretty crap though aren't I? All the books I've read, all that art and appreciation and I can't tell the girl I love that I..."

Penny's face whooped with surprise, "OH..."

His skin erupted in riot of crimson and she roared with laughter.

"Fuck," whispered Harry under his breath.

Penny's eyes were full of tears as her body shook, he did not feel she was admonishing him; there was a scintilla of joy in her laughter. She had drawn him in, crafting a bubble of honesty that had suckered him royally into revealing his deepest thoughts. There was a lesson there to be learned here - there was no point trying to hide his feelings from her.

He threw his hands up, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I surrender."

Easing out a snort as she watched his embarrassment, her amusement ebbed away. She saw the man before her, he looked calm but she knew that he would be feeling vulnerable right now. She also knew something he did not. Whilst she could playfully pontificate that having feelings was all part of being human, he had shown a bravery she had not.

She looked at him quietly; only the tears were not of laughter any longer, a solitary tear ran down her face.

"Pen? Pen? You ok?"

"Harry, do you mean that?"

"Yes, yes I do, it is too much? Oh fuck."

She shook her head and looked down at the table, "No, no, not at all."

The screech of a chair forced her to look up - Harry was gone. 

In the blink of an eye, he pulled her up from hers with all that tender strength she adored. With his arms on her hips, her head instinctively leant to one side and she felt his lips against hers. Melting into his kiss, she responded instantly.

Holding her chin, she looked into her eyes.

"I love you Penny Nicholson."

Brushing away a tear from her cheek, she felt it too. They had both learned an important lesson.

"I love you Harry Stedman."

"Pen, I've never been in love before, be gentle huh?"

"I will because I've never been in love either."

"Feels great doesn't it?"

Penny nodded, "It does, and it feels really good."

"Can't you two get a room?"

The café had gone quiet, the patrons had stopped what they were doing and were looking directly at them.

"Erm, sorry," offered Harry flustered and looking around him at the scene he had caused.

The middle-aged woman wearing an apron had a kindly face and smiled to them both.

"Not a problem," she leant in a bit closer, "happens all the time. It's something we put in the water here."

They all laughed.

The clatter of cutlery and crockery and swoosh of the coffee machine seemed to return the café back to its normality and the hubbub of conversation started up once more.

Still a little flustered, Harry put a tenner down on the table.

"Keep the change."

The woman smiled, "Thank you."

She looked at Penny, "Good luck with this one. Looks like he's got a bit of fire in his belly."

Penny giggled and giving Harry's hand a squeeze, "Oh, I'm not letting this one go."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It was a short walk back from the café and the early-morning mist was giving over to another balmy summer's day.

"Perhaps, we might want to give it a week before we go back in there?" offered Harry.

Penny squeezed his hand, "Maybe a month."

He sniggered, "So what about this commission?"

"Well, let's just say it's unusual but I know you are going to like it."

His mind piqued, it begged further questioning.

"Oh really? How so?"

"Well let's just say it's unconventional, I've never done one of these before and let's just say we're being well paid for it."

"How well paid?"

"Let me strike you a deal, you know my art, you know how different it is. If you model for me, I'll split it fifty-fifty."

Harry nodded, "Very fair."

"It's two hundred smackeroos plus costs."

"That should tide us over. So are you actually going to tell me what it is?"

There was a giggle, that knowing laugh, "Not yet, I can say I had to borrow something from the University chemistry labs.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

He was achingly hard, prone on the bed before her naked body. His legs were apart and spread wide holding his knees as she flicked her tongue against the knot of his sphincter. Pushing at it, the velvet softness of her tongue shot fireworks against his closed eyelids. She had a firm hold of his cock, stroking it with the sureness that if she persisted, he would shoot his load.

"Yes, yes, Oh fuck, oh fuck."

Circling it, flicking it, Penny taunted and teased according to his helpless response. It was beyond the incredible, a seething rolling mass of pressure was building inside him. All Harry could do was moan and moan loudly.

She placed his legs down, looking straight in his eyes, he watched as she took his cock deep into her mouth.

"Jesus Pen, I'm going to go bang soon."

Bobbing up and down on his shaft, she held his girth in her hand. Her fingers caressed his perineum, each time with the most delicate of pressure they travelled closer to that deviant place.

"Oh fuck, Pen, please, please do it."

Enjoying his sense of frustration, she sat up, slowly stroking him. Looking him dead in the eyes, she pressed her lubed finger to defeat that tight knot of muscle. He flinched with his hips, an act of compliance as she looked at his distressed state. Once inside him and pressing on, he arched his back and groaned loudly clasping at the sheets on the bed. 

"Fuck!"

He groaned at the heavy heat in his balls and blood-swollen muscle tightened the skin around his cock to its full elastic limit. Fully engorged, every single nerve ending jangled with the deep pleasure of his arousal. 

Watching over him, she felt that delicious ache inside her own body. Seeing him so aroused and helpless like this always churned her insides. With the faintest pressure, that dull thud of her finger hit his prostate. His back arched taller from the bed and a louder low groan filled the air. Falling back onto the bed, she examined her handiwork; his cock was at its zenith.

Easing her finger over that spot, she kept him on that plateau of intense pleasure denying him the overwhelming sensations to deliver his release. His cock was vivid; deep crimson and hot to the touch. Its veins bulged and they looked impossibly full. She looked at the largest one, like a relief map of a river; it meandered along the full length of his fat cock. 

"It's so hard and angry looking. You want to cum don't you?"

"Fuck yes, yes I do."

Penny lingered, gently caressing that spongy lump inside him.

"And you know I could keep you like this for ages, just caressing you here."

Softly grazing his prostate again, his frustrated moan punctured the febrile air.

"Oh fuck, it... it feels so good."

She looked at him smiling wickedly, devouring the power she felt over him. 

"Just sliding my finger so gently here, keeping you rock hard, so close to climax and yet so impossibly far."

"Oh god, please don't make me beg. I really need to cum."

"I could massage this spot and keep you hard for ages, intensifying your climax into a sensation that you thought would be impossible to experience."

It was already was a sensation impossible to experience, it was already beyond his level of comprehension. Every time she did this, she drew it out a little longer; she taunted him just that little bit more. 

"Pen, Pen, ok, ok, I'm begging you.

Casting her eyes to the object covered in a tea towel, the timer next to it began beeping. She eased her finger from him and with a deep huff of frustration Harry looked to her.

"Saved by the bell, brilliant," added Harry sardonically.

"Well, you wanted to know what the commission was."

Removing the tea towel, it was a large glass beaker full of candy pink. It looked like modelling clay.

"What the fuck?"

Penny tipped it upside down and precariously she held it aloft. 

"Now, where was I? Oh yes, massaging your prostate."

He responded immediately crunching his muscles with a lurch from his abdomen.

"Holy fucking fuck! WOAH!"

"Ah, yes, there it is." 

His cock lurched hard; Harry's body was back under her control. Slowly easing her finger back and forth, she watched his cock jerk and convulse. He was more than hard; it was as if she had ossified it and would stay like this forever. She wanted it; she craved to feel its heat inside her. She wanted him upon her, on her back and clinging to him. As he drove it into her, she would squeeze on its implacable strength at the point of her climax. She wanted to feel that phenomenal surge and throb as he came inside her.

Right now, she had work to do and began to lower the container down.

"Now, hold still Harry."

Lowering the beaker, she pressed it down over his hard cock.

"Pen? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Shush."

Silencing him into helpless moans as she massaged his prostate, she slowly pushed the container all the way down his hard cock. It was incredibly cossetting and warm; it felt like an inanimate cunt gasping him. The difference was that as his cock displaced it there was no give, he was locked in tight.

As Penny slowly stimulated him, he leant up to watch the container slowly ease all the way down his cock, the glass resting cold against his loins.

"Holy shit is it wrong to say that this feels really good?" 

"No, it does feel good doesn't it? I took a cast of my hand yesterday just to see if I could get the mix right."

Slowly caressing that spot inside him he let out an airy gasp of pleasure, keeping him hard was vital now.

She peered around it; all she could see was candy pink.

"Ah, good, I'm glad I got a container wide enough. Saying that, I'm glad I got a container long enough."

Penny giggled at the sight of Harry's incredulous face.

"Ah Harry, I guess you are entitled to an explanation."

"You think? Nah, I'm ok."

He looked both deeply aroused and a little peeved. She wiggled her finger inside him yielding a yelp and laughed playfully as the peevishness disappeared from his face.

"For this to work I needed two minutes of your hard, thick, delicious cock being all hard, thick and delicious. This is the commission. Lisa wants a copy of it."

"What the?"

Penny nodded her head as Harry's aroused mind took time to process the information.

"I'm making her a dildo of your cock. Maybe she wants it for herself. Maybe she wants to fuck someone else with it. I'm just the commissioned artist, you are my model."

Harry took a moment to absorb the information. Slowly she massaged his prostate; his loud groans were his only reply. The intense pleasure was fusing his mind making words almost impossible to form. Such was the pleasure she bestowed on him, his body was beginning to tremble.

"You know, watching you fucking her was one of the most delicious experiences of my life. When you fucked me after you had her, I had the best orgasm of my life. Every time we've fucked since, they've been the best orgasms of my life."




In The Name of Art Pt. 04



Penny looked to the timer and maintained the pressure on his prostate.

"Ok soldier, you're done."

Easing her finger from him again and biting her lip in concentration, she slowly eased the glass beaker upward. As easy as his cock had made an impression, it left the mould. Placing the cast onto the floor, she knelt before him. Her coquettish pose made him smile; her lithe naked body enraged his unslakeable lust.

"Now, where were we? Ah yes, you were going to blow your load."

"Pen, please."

"Shush, no need to beg."

She held his hard cock, looking up; her hair fell over her face. Flicking it around an ear, she wanted him to watch as she slowly eased her mouth down as much of his shaft as she could. Gripping on the sheets, his body writhed as slowly she worked over his shaft.

Flicking her tongue around the fat head of his cock, she looked up again. Easing her finger back into him, he groaned loudly. Building to a consistent rhythm, he had to groan with each sublime collision of her finger timed to take him deeply in her mouth.

"Fuck, fucking hell!"

His livid body writhed on the bed; she felt the swollen shaft of his cock lurch strongly. Working herself up and down, she wanted to take what he had into her mouth.

"Pen, I'm gonna cum."

She looked up, her mouth open; the sensation of stroking his cock overwhelmed him. He knew where she wanted it and he wanted to see it happen. 

"I'm gonna.. I'm gonna... I'm...

With a violent spasm, a thick rope of cum erupted from him. With enough time to register it splashed into her mouth and painted her chin; another left him. Another shot, long, wide hit her hairline and her cheek. With a howl of intense pleasure, she took the head of his sensitive cock in his mouth, sucking the rest from him. As each spasm hit, she took it deeply, swallowing on its bitter sweetness.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck."

Panting for air, his vision blurred, he watched Penny scoop some of his cum from her cheek with her little fingers and put it into her mouth.

"Mmm, you always shoot big when I do that. You always taste so good too."

"Jesus Fucking-H Pen, you filthy bitch."

Playfully, she smacked him on the shoulder.

"That's your loving filthy bitch of a girlfriend you are speaking to."

She wrapped her mouth around his nipple and playfully bit it drawing a sharp groan from Harry.

She rested her head on his chest, "Fuck I want you badly but I'll let you rest for a while."

She could hear the elevated rhythm of his heart as he slowly recovered.

"Seriously, are you going to make a dildo from my cock?"

"Uh-huh, for two hundred of your English pounds."

"Wow."

"I'm going to make a few to be honest; the cast is only good for a week or two. They shrink then."

Penny waved her little finger in the air, Harry let out a breathless laugh.

"Why are you going to make a few?"

"Well, one for Lisa, definitely one for me, maybe a couple for some other friends who might be interested."

"Really? Wow, I'm going to fucking a lot of people, only you have the one attached to me though."

"Yes, I do, mind you; I've always had a pervy fantasy about being fucked by twins. Now, with your real cock in my arse or cunt, I could have a copy in the other hole. Fancy DP'ing me?"

"You are such a dirty bitch, I'm game."

They laughed and she ran the flat of her hand over his semi-flaccid cock.

"How's your two hundred pound cock now?"

"In need of a fiver's worth of rest, why?"

"Because my cunt is aching for some of it. Well a lot of it really, about a hundred pounds worth at least."

She rose from him and straddled his face, showing him the glossy sheen of her wet sex, she exposed the pink wetness of her hole with her fingers.

"Now eat, you need to build your strength up."