Authors: Calista Fox
StrokeMe (4 page)
Annabelle’s stomach flipped. Eric removed the remainder of
his clothes, leaving Annabelle breathless. Speechless.
He pulled a condom from his wallet, tore the packet open and
rolled the condom down his shaft. Then he whirled her around and without
preamble, bent her over the plump, rolled arm of the couch. She let out a
playful squeal as her upper body landed on the pillows piled in the corner.
Eric’s hands cupped her ass, massaging and kneading. Then his fingers slid
along the cleft, circling the rim of her anus, which would be filled tomorrow
night. His fingers swept forward and he rubbed her clit in quick strokes that
lit her up instantly.
All of those glorious sensations he so easily evoked built
within her again. When his fingers left that swollen, sensitive nub between her
legs, she was just about to protest, since she’d been so close to coming. But
then the tip of his hard cock pressed against her opening and it was all
Annabelle could do not to beg him to thrust into her pussy.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, her insides igniting
from the heated look he gave her. He stared at her intently, his green eyes
blazing with desire.
“Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in my
pussy, Eric.”
He groaned. “I want to fuck you hard, Annabelle.”
She let out a long sigh. “Oh God, yes. I want it, Eric. I
want
you
.”
“Hold on, Annabelle,” he said in a dark tone that made her
cunt clench and her fingers curl around the edges of a pillow.
Eric’s hands on her ass spread her cheeks as he thrust into
her, making her cry out. His hands shifted to her waist and he held her firmly
as he fucked her, jolting Annabelle’s body and causing strange, primal sounds
to fall from her lips.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You feel so good,
Annabelle.”
Her back arched and her ass lifted higher in the air. One of
his hands moved to the cleft and he pressed his thumb into the small opening, a
bit farther with each thrust of his cock in her pussy.
“Oh Eric,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.”
The erotic stirrings raged inside her body, gaining
strength. She gripped the pillow a little tighter as he released her waist and
slid that hand around to the front of her. His fingers rubbed her clit in a
frenzied way that had her bucking and gyrating and moaning as her climax built.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want, Annabelle.”
He fucked her harder, faster. Her whimpering turned into
low, guttural moans. She’d never felt anything quite so intense, so raw.
One more forceful thrust and her orgasm slammed into her.
“Eric!” Her mind and body reeled from the powerful release that gripped her
entire body, the very essence of her.
Annabelle’s fingers clutched the edges of the pillow as her
cunt clenched Eric’s cock. Moments later, he called out her name as he came.
Annabelle had never felt anything so thrilling. Or so
liberating.
Chapter Two
“I still can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Annabelle said
as she climbed the stairs to the backstage area of Body Scenes. Her stomach was
a tangled mess of nerves and exhilaration. Admittedly, the snapping and popping
inside her was invigorating, making her feel super-charged. The energy buzzing
through her body kept her in a constant state of arousal. Along with thoughts
of three pairs of hands and lips on her body. Three cocks pleasuring her. Three
male voices mingling with hers as they all reached a shattering climax.
She’d fantasized about this as Eric had fucked her twice
more before they’d drifted off to sleep.
“I’ve got to tell you,” Yvette said. “You shocked the shit
out of me when you said yes. Kudos to you, girlfriend. Ku-dos!”
They located the area sectioned off for Finn and Annabelle’s
stomach fluttered. The sexy artist grinned at her and said, “Hair in a bun at
the nape of your neck, just as I instructed. Are you also clean-shaven?”
“Not a pube to be found,” she admitted. Annabelle hadn’t
been bare
down there
since she was a pre-teen. But Finn had insisted and
she’d complied.
She reached in her bag for the agreement she’d signed, which
provided her written consent to the lascivious act of “placement” by the artist
and other members of the mural as well as the strict adherence to condom usage
by the male models. She’d also been required to get an exam first thing this
morning at a private clinic capable of producing same-day lab results. She
handed over her clean bill of health, along with the contract.
“Signed on the dotted line,” she said as she gave the
paperwork to Finn.
To her surprise, there’d been a clause in the agreement that
explained a portion of the proceeds from the auction would go to charitable
organizations designated by the models. Annabelle had been more than happy to
donate to a nationwide network of women’s shelters.
“This is the only association your name will have with the
mural, per your request,” he said. “It goes in a safe I keep locked at all
times. You’ll remain completely anonymous.”
A comforting thought.
“Now,” Finn said. “Let’s get down to business. This is
Jessica Parks, one of my assistants and an art student at NYU. She’ll cover
your body in green paint, then I’ll finish you up and have you stand in front
of that large fan to dry.”
Jessica slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and reached for a
large container of paint with a pump top.
Annabelle frowned. “No brush?” She’d actually been looking
forward to that part.
Finn chuckled. “Not until I paint your high and lowlights
and the flower petals. Now, this is another fantastic employee of mine who will
be your beck-and-call girl. Her name is Brooke.”
Annabelle exchanged quick pleasantries with both women.
“She’ll get you anything you need. Ipod with earphones,
tissue, cocktails, you name it. The bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t worry about
smudging your paint. I’ll make a lot of touch-ups before the curtain rises.”
“Sounds like a piece of cake,” Annabelle said. Though her
heart was pounding hard in her chest, making a mockery of her words.
“Great.” Finn beamed. “Now strip down.” He pulled the
curtain around the metal rod, enclosing their cozy little work area. She’d have
to get used to the confined space. She suspected the stage wasn’t much bigger.
“Would you like some champagne?” Brooke asked.
“That’d probably help.” Annabelle put her purse on one of
the empty fold-up chairs and slipped out of her clothes. It was impossible not
to feel self-conscious, even when Yvette whistled under her breath.
“You haven’t gained an ounce since college!”
Jessica gestured to another empty chair, silently
instructing Annabelle to sit there. The padded seat was covered with a sheet of
paper, taped to the edges of the metal frame. Annabelle suspected she needed to
touch as little of the chair as possible so as to not smear the paint job. She
hoped she didn’t botch the whole thing.
“Are you ready?” Jessica asked.
“Absolutely,” she said as she perched her bare ass on the
edge of the chair.
Brooke returned with a champagne split, a bendy straw in the
opening of the small bottle. “So you don’t interrupt Jessica’s flow,” she said
of the straw. She set it on a table next to the chair so all Annabelle had to
do was lean over and sip.
“Geez,” Yvette said, “if I’d known all I had to do was
lounge around and sip champagne, I’d have agreed to let Finn paint me years
ago!”
“You’ve never been painted?” Annabelle asked, surprised.
“He’s only asked her about a hundred times,” Brooke said as
she handed a split to Yvette.
“I’m waiting for the right scene,” Yvette said, taking a
deep sip through the straw of her own cocktail.
Annabelle could agree with her sentiment. The “pollination”
theme had appealed to her because it reminded her of elementary-school sex
education—and the placement of all those cocks in the mural had made her laugh
at the debauchery of it all.
Well, that and the fact that she’d be starring in this
sinful creation with three men.
Annabelle shivered with anticipation, both nervous and
sexual. As Jessica rubbed paint on her body, she tingled from head to toe. The
cool, creamy texture on her flushed skin created an erotic sensation. Her
nipples were tighter than ever before and that dull ache in her cunt returned.
She could only imagine what was going in the men’s work
area, guessing they had their own Jessica to rub paint all over their naked
bodies.
As though Yvette had read her mind, she said, “I’m going to
take a peek at what’s happening next door.”
“Yvette!” Annabelle laughed. “You are so wicked!”
She disappeared outside the makeshift room, but Annabelle
could still hear her when she let out a lusty, “Oh my!”
Yvette fanned her face as she returned moments later, her eyes
lit with excitement. “That’s some hearty stock over there.”
Annabelle blushed.
“I don’t know whose cock is bigger, your friend Eric or his
partners in crime. Stiff competition.”
“You are so uncouth.” Though she really couldn’t imagine a
bigger cock than Eric’s. Nor had she told Yvette that she’d allowed Eric back
to her hotel suite after they’d closed down the club.
“Speak for yourself,” Yvette scoffed. “You’re the one who’s
about to engage in a four-way!”
Annabelle’s heart rate accelerated. Did she really know what
she was getting herself into?
“I gotta say, girlfriend, you are in for one delicious
treat.” Yvette sucked down a healthy amount of champagne before asking in a
lowered voice, “Have you ever taken it in the ass?”
“Yvette!” Sufficiently mortified, Annabelle’s gaze snapped
to Brooke and then Jessica. Neither woman showed the slightest sign of
amusement or embarrassment. They just bustled about, working on Annabelle.
“What?” Yvette asked. “It could come as a shock to the
system if you’re not prepared. Especially with the equipment I just got a
gander at.” She pulled in a deep breath, let it out slowly, as though trying to
get her own raging hormones under control. “In fact, if you’re even remotely
considering backing out, I’d happily take your place.”
Annabelle flushed from head to toe. She glanced down at
Jessica, working green paint along her right arm, toward her wrist. Jessica
said, “She has a point. Though, if you’re ready for it and are sufficiently
lubed, it can be seriously good!”
The mortification got worse. Embarrassment was an
understatement for what she felt. Yet, at the same time, curiosity got the best
of her. “Um, who does that, exactly?”
“Lube you up?” Jessica asked in a tone she might use to
discuss the weather. “I can do that. But you’d enjoy it more if one of the guys
did. What’ll happen is, Finn will give you direction as to placement once
you’re onstage. The curtains will be down so no one can see you, and he’ll
leave, giving you about ten minutes or so to get ‘situated’. Then he’ll do one
last check on positioning and any touch-ups that are needed. After that… It’s
show time!”
Just like that. Piece of cake.
She swallowed down nervous anxiety welling in her throat.
“And how long do we…pose?” Annabelle asked.
“Two minutes. There’s a timer in the corner that will chime
at the one-minute mark. No one but those onstage can hear it. Then it’ll chime
again just before the curtain drops. We found that was an easy way to let the
models know how long they’ve been onstage. Apparently, it can seem like you’re
standing there forever.”
Oh God. With a cock in her ass, one in her pussy and one in
her mouth… Yeah, it probably would feel like forever. Especially since they’d
have to stand perfectly still, rather than indulge themselves in the eroticism
of the pose.
Jessica let her use the restroom before going to work on her
other arm and then finishing up the rest of her body as she stood. Jessica
picked up the conversation where she’d left off as Brooke served another
champagne split. “The curtain will fall back into place, and then you guys just
take your time untangling yourselves and come out whenever.”
She smiled up at Annabelle, a twinkle in her eyes. As if to
say, “Enjoy!”
Wasn’t that Annabelle’s plan from the onset?
She dragged in a long breath, let it out slowly. She was now
covered with green paint and the fan blew on her. The breeze and the tightening
of the paint as it dried on her skin made her nipples ridiculously hard. The
thought of Eric and his partners pleasuring her before they “untangled” made
her wet. The idea of where all those cocks would fit made her pulse jump and
her cunt ache to be filled. Even her asshole seemed to tingle with
anticipation.
Though she hadn’t answered Yvette’s question, the truth was,
she’d had anal sex once before. In college, during her “experimental” phase.
Admittedly, it hadn’t been the absolute best sex she’d ever had, but then
again, she’d been shit-faced on tequila so the memory was a bit fuzzy. She’d
been sore the next day, of course. Had no delusions that would be the case this
time too. Especially following Yvette’s assessment of her soon-to-be sex
partners.
Yet there was something about the idea of three men
pleasuring her that completely overshadowed the discomfort she’d feel.
Not to mention, the blatant kiss-off to her stuffy self was
highly enticing. Making her even more excited.
Yes, she wanted to do this.
When she was dry, Finn came in, paintbrush at the ready. He
added low and highlights to her body with creamy grey paint, then white. The
stroke of the brush on her skin was incredibly erotic, especially since her
flesh had turned sensitive and tingly with the thoughts running rampant through
her mind.
Kneeling before her, he said, “Spread your legs wide.” He
had to paint her mound because Jessica had left that part of her body for him.
