“Hey.” From below their entwined mouths they heard Sara’s protest. “It’s my turn remember?”
Niall laughed, released Inara’s mouth and moved his hands down to strip off his wife’s thong. “Impatient are we, my love?”
“Yes,” she groaned, “Need to come.”
“Then come you shall,” Niall said as he lowered his mouth between Sara’s spread thighs to clamp on her needy clit.
Inara watched, laying beside Sara, playing with her nipples as Niall worked his mouth between her thighs.
As she raised her hips to push against his mouth Sara cried out, “No. Not Niall. I want Inara.”
With a wicked grin Niall looked up from between Sara’s thighs. “You want Inara do you?” He asked between long licks of Sara’s wet pussy. “How much do you want her?”
“Want her…want…” Sara panted out as she writhed beneath his mouth.
“Please…”
“What do you want darling tell me? Tell Inara.”
Niall didn’t look at his wife rather he watched Inara’s face as Sara spoke, his eyes dark with pleasure. “I want her pussy against mine. I want her to rub my pussy against hers until I come.”
Inara felt a rush of wet heat settle to throb between her legs at the words. Rub their pussies together. Stiff little clit against still little clit, pressing down, teasing until they both came.
She didn’t answer. Didn’t respond to those words. Instead she moved to straddle Sara’s hips, pushing Niall away.
Settling down on Sara she moved, pressing down against Sara’s arching hips until she felt the first touch of their swollen clits. Electric pleasure conducted from her clit, shooting down her clamped thighs and up to the tips of her peaked nipples. Moving her hips in a circle she pressed down on that wet slit, mixing their juices and smearing the paint from her body until they were both stained pink. Sara thrashed beneath her, arching, writhing, trembling, gripping her fingers until they bit deep into the flesh of Inara’s hips.
“Yes. Yes! Yes!” Sara cried out, her head whipping from side to side. “Coming.
Coming!”
A guttural wail erupted from Sara as she arched up and became rigid, her orgasm wracking through her body. It was the hottest thing Inara had ever seen. She tried to continue the roll of her hips against Sara to come up. Sara pushed her away.
“Too sensitive. Sorry too sensitive,” she apologetically explained as she pulled herself out from under Inara.
Wanting desperately to come once more she came up on all fours and was moving her hand down to her clit when she felt the press of Niall’s body from behind.
“Can I. Can I please?” he asked and Inara looked down between her legs to see Niall’s condom sheathed cock butting up against her pussy.
“Yes. Oh yes,” she answered and Niall thrust into her with one rough push. His hands moved to her hips, gripping exactly as his wife had done. With his finger biting into her flesh he levered her back against his thrusting cock, over and over, his balls hitting her clit. She could hear him grunt, each time his cock bottomed out deep in her pussy. Her wail of orgasm came from deep within, feeling as if It came all the way from her toes. Her pussy clenched over and over, the contractions almost painful in their intensity. She collapsed down, her arms giving out, if Niall had not been gripping her hips she would’ve ended up flat on her face. Spent and panting she was liquid, languid, malleable, Niall controlled her, manipulated her body for his needs. He pulled her back, slamming her against his hips. Pushing his cock deep within until with a hoarse cry he stiffened, holding her tight against his pelvis as he came. After his orgasm he let her slide down, slipping off his cock until she lay flat, face first on the calico drop sheet.
The night of the opening was cool, autumn was drawing to a close and the winter winds while not yet biting, were definitely brisk. She could have worn a coat, maybe she should have but she wanted to wear a shawl from her new collection. The collection soon to be seen in Neiman Marcus, thanks to the wonderful work of Niall and Sara Graeme-so pleased were they with her ‘posing’ they rewarded her with their combined talent for free. As a result she had a professional portfolio that had drawn the attention of the major Department stores. When she entered the Latham Gallery there was an audible hush, faces turned to her and fingers were raised to point. She was an object of attention. Something that she’d come to love since her wicked photo shoot.
She had not seen the results of that passionate day, no matter how curious she had been she forced herself to wait. Wait to see Sara’s vision. On the rear wall were mounted five huge canvases surrounded by people. Inara surmised that they were the centerpiece of the showing. She moved easily through the crowd, people parting as soon as they realized who she was. Finally standing in front of the canvas she took a deep breath and looked up. Looked up to see her own face, mouth slack, eyes closed quite obviously in the throes of orgasm. The next canvas was her from below, life-size.
It was shot from between her thighs, her fingers hovering over the swollen pink petals of Sara’s painted garden.
The others were artful shots of her body, close ups of her painted flesh. They were sexy and divinely beautiful. They were mixed media combining the photographs of Niall with the exquisite painting of Sara. There were none of the more explicit shots that she knew Niall had taken. She was relieved, and slightly disappointed. She had both feared and wanted to see it. To see her fingers speared in her pussy, spreading the swollen flesh for all to see. To stand in the crowd while strangers watched her come.
She felt him, his erection pushing into her lower back. Niall was behind her, he murmured, “They’re beautiful aren’t they?”
“Yes, Niall, they are. I’m really pleased with them.”
A soft puff of air vibrated against her ear as she heard him chuckle. “Liar,” he said.
She turned to face him saying, “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re a liar. You’re not entirely pleased are you? You wanted more didn’t you?” His words were low, they made her shudder and heat pool between her legs. “You wanted them all to see you come didn’t you, dirty girl? You wanted all the lovely people to see your fingers pressed into your wet pussy.”
She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her mouth, Nothing had happened since that day. Both Sara and Niall had been supremely professional when they photographed her collection. She’d come to think that nothing more would come of their encounter. But now, with his wicked words whispered close to her ear and the press of his erection against her belly she wondered if more was to come. As if in answer she felt Sara press from behind, sandwiching her between their two bodies.
“We have another showing planned, did you know?” Sara said softly.
“No,” she answered in a breathless whisper.
“A private showing, a select audience who have been invited to see the whole collection.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And for that night we think we’ll need something special. A live model.
Painted up on a pedestal. Would you like that?”
Inara shook her head even as her body screamed out YES. She wanted it, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t ask for it.
“Well then we’ll have to play for it. Won’t we, Sara?”
“Yes. Another wager. Would you wager for it, Inara?”
And just like that Inara found herself painted into another corner.
A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP
It had been almost two months since the weekend when I lost my virginity and things had never been better. Gena and I were getting along great. Every chance we got we snuck away to some secluded place and attacked each other. After years of wondering why my friends were so fascinated and daring about sex, my raven-haired beauty was showing me what I had been missing. Every day I got to know her body’s mixture of hard muscle and soft curves a little better. Every time we made love I was better at it, and I was getting lots of practice.