The Fuck Artist
Sandra enjoyed painting nude portraits. There was something magnificent about the male body, and she took great pleasure in sharing that with others. Her paintings sold for thousands of dollars and were even on the walls of many celebrities homes. In 2009, Sandra was called a Rising Star by ArtWorks magazine. Everyone loved her work because her models seemed to be glowing in her portraits.
Her secret was the smallest and most pleasurable of things. Sandra fucked her models before she painted them. After a wonderful orgasm, the models were completely at peace with themselves and the world. With those expressions on their faces, Sandra placed them in dramatic scenes like standing on an overly crowded sidewalk or in a war zone. While the world was in chaos, her models were at peace.
She had come up with the idea on the sexlines when she and a regular acquaintance had talked about the power of an orgasm after having phone sex. To achieve a wide variety of pictures, Sandra, who obviously enjoyed sex, fucked her models. There were men of different races, social classes, and ages. Each man became a part of her Peace collection. Her goal was to have a portrait of one man from every country in the world. It was a lofty goal, but she planned on achieving it.
Today, she was expecting Hugh from Australia. He was a rugged, muscular man in his middle ages who had a dazzling smile. To get herself ready for him, she had spent two hours on the chatlines. She was more than ready. He would be lucky if she didn’t jump him as soon as he walked in the door.
“I see you made it,” she told him as he walked into her bedroom. She lay naked on the bed with the sheets pulled towards the bottom.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as he leaned over the bed and kissed her gently. He couldn’t resist running a hand over one of her gorgeous nipples. His lips followed his hand while his hand trailed down to her legs which were open and waiting for him.
“Mmmm,” Sandra moaned. “Get undressed, baby. You’re a masterpiece who needs to be fucked.”
Hugh quickly disrobed and jumped between Sandra’s legs.
She cried out when she felt his wet tongue on her clit. ‘Oh,’ she thought, ‘the things I must do for my art.
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