The Art Dealer (3 page)

She could hear him pant as his pounding became more rapid. The sound of their skin smacking echoed throughout the room. With one forceful thrust of his cock her hands slid forward on the canvas, mixing with the orange paint. She didn't care, she felt dirty already, taken from behind by her strong man. Her scalp tightened again as he aggressively gripped her hair. The muscles in her neck stretched as her head was pulled backwards. Her hands constantly tried to find new footing as they slipped in the orange all over the canvas. Her pussy throbbed with wetness, her body completely turned on by his caveman aggression.      

She looked back at him as he released his grip, admiring his body. His abs tensed with every thrust of his cock, his biceps flexed as he gripped her hips and forced her onto him. She felt she had seen a side of him very few got to see. To everyone else he was a dapper gentlemen and well respected. She knew better now. When his cock throbbed for her and her pussy was before him, waiting to be taken, his entire attitude changed. He was aggressive, not afraid to take what he wanted. They both had that in common.

He began to slow his pace down. Slowly thrusting his cock in and out. The feeling of him deep inside her made her skin tingle, her heart race. The canvas below her was covered in deep swirls of orange, with brief outlines of her hands mixed in.

“Turn around”

His voice was soft and smooth as he began to pull out. She didn't want to be without him for one second, desperately wanting his cock to remain inside her. His hands gripped her hips and started to twist, forcing her to face him.  

The forced movement reminded her how rubbery her limbs felt. How close she had been to climaxing a number of times. He played the sensations between her legs like a conductor before a symphony. Slowly building up the waves of pleasure, increasing the pulsating shivers throughout her body, like a great crescendo only to be softened just before the apex of her ecstasy was reached. Leaving her feeling weak and light headed, with tingles up and down her neck. She felt a sensation of floating, like gravity didn't exist.

As she began to lay her back to the floor, her quivering leg knocked over more paint cans. A crimson red and deep blue flowed across the canvas. Jen's heart skipped in fear when she realized what was about to happen. Her body had already committed to her movement, her ass was falling straight down onto the newly colored floor.

She looked down in pure terror as her ass plopped right into the deep blue. They both looked at each other with equal amounts of shock. The paint felt cold on her skin in perfect contrast with the heat she still felt between her legs. The desire for his cock not diminished. In perfect timing their look of shock slowly transformed into a smile and then a chuckle. The crisp quiet air broken for a moment with their warm laughter.

They both examined the current state of affairs. Her orange hands propped up her body from behind, her butt nestled in a sea of blue. Everything else on her and him stayed remarkably unscathed.

“Who gives a damn?” He said as his laughter slowly disappeared. His tone daring in nature.

She smiled at his devilish smirk. Not wanting him to outdo her in their unorthodox pursuits. Her pussy still flowed with wetness, aching and swollen for him.

“Not me”

Her legs spread wide. She felt the warmth of his body between her as he nestled himself closer. With one hand he guided his cock slowly between her folds. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pussy clenched around his girth penetrating her. She instantly felt the tingles flow up and down her neck again, as if they never stopped.

She wanted to reach forward and touch him but didn't dare with her hands covered in paint. Instead, she watched him. His muscles tight, his breathing intense as he began thrusting into her faster and faster. His nails dug into her thighs as he gripped her legs, forcing her back and forth onto his cock. The paint bellow her allowed him to slide her back and forth furiously. She loved his aggression. She knew she had a hypnotizing effect on him. To make a man like him lose all his inhibitions, to make him moan, and grip, and claw with no remorse. To watch him thrust in and out of her so vigorously, completely powerless to his own animalistic urges.

She had taken a man who was always in control, and made him unable to control himself. And that was the biggest turn on she had ever felt.

She arched her back, her heavy gasps filled the air. Her nails scraped against the canvas below her. Her breasts bouncing back and forth in motion with his hips. Again she felt that heated coil at the pit of her stomach slowly start to unravel. Like a pressure rapidly building, waiting to boil over. Her legs shuddered with pleasure. Her moans cracked from her quivering body. Her hands began to tingle. Her feet felt numb as they stretched out straight, submitting to the warm tingly sensation flowing down her legs. A red color flushed over her chest, complimenting the crimson splattered on the canvas below her.

Her hips slammed back and forth against his dick, matching his speed and aggression. An electric feeling shot up her spine. Her back bowed. A gasp caught in her throat, just before the pressure in her center felt like it would explode.

He gripped her legs tight, with one more powerful thrust she reached her peak. Her back arched from the explosion radiating from her pussy, her breasts jutting into the crisp air. Her legs shook from the storm of electricity flowing through them. Her breathing stopped, unable to be controlled. The shudder from her legs shot up her spine and made her whole body quiver. Her hands slipped from their foot hold, forcing her to fall to her forearm.

The shrill air filled with energy as he cried out with her. Gripping her legs firm, and thrusting his cock as far into her as he could. His abs were tight as he released himself inside her. Her legs shook under his firm grip. Her body felt like it was conducting electricity, the slightest movement of his hips caused another current of tingles to flow through her. Her breathing was labored and tried desperately to catch up with her rapidly beating heart.

She glanced at his glistening body as he delicately rested her weak legs on the ground. He slowly began to pull out, the sudden movement causing more tingles to radiate from her core. A final shiver of pleasure racked through her body.

As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, Jen became aware of her current state. Her hands still propped up behind her, ass smeared in blue paint. As much as she wanted to roll over and fuck him again, she wanted a shower more.

“Well, can't say I've done that before” Rick said breaking the silence, a faint laugh catching in his throat. 

“I've never used my ass as a paintbrush before.” Jen said with laughter. She couldn't help but notice the absurdity of it all.        

“You haven't? Well then you haven't been making art fun.” She loved it when he spoke in his sarcastic voice, with that smirk of his.

“I have to go get cleaned up” She said as she forced her weak limbs to lift her from the floor. She made her way to the bathroom, careful not to spread paint anywhere.

        
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When she got out of the shower she found Rick fully clothed and studying the canvas on the floor, as if he were deep in thought.

“I think I've found a painting you can ent
er into the art show.” He said as his eyes met hers, a giant grin appearing on his face.

She looked down at the once blank canvas. It actually was quite interesting, captivating even. A bright orange filled with swirls and circles covered the top corner. Every few inches a finger or even half a hand print could be made out within the orange whirls. The rest of the canvas was covered in a crimson red and deep blue. The colors blended perfectly together. The blue had intriguing textures and smears where she had slid back and forth.   

The painting itself was provocative to look at. But it was like a time capsule for her. She could look at every swirl of orange and imagine his cock sliding in and out of her again. The blending of the red and blue made her heart jitter. Looking at the painting made her feel alive. She felt all the same feelings she had during its creation. She felt the power and control she had over Rick. The way she could turn a calm and confident man upside down and make him shudder and give in to his passion.

She looked at the painting and not only saw the creation of it itself, but also the creation of something new inside of her. A sense of true confidence and security she had never felt before. And she loved it.

She looked back at Rick with a devilish smile. “Let's do it”.

            
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The art gallery was filled with people the night of the art show. Jen had never been to one of these special invite shows before, but it was everything she imagined it to be. More delicio
us food, wine, and champagne she could dream of. Countless waitresses and waiters bustling about with trays of food and drinks. The large showroom was filled with impressive people, all dressed in fine clothes.

Rick had placed her painting dead center in the room. It looked vibrant and full of life hanging on the stale white wall. When she looked at it she felt a rush of excitement. It was her successful conquest for control over the popular Rick Harmon, embodied in a large colorful painting for everyone to see.

In the course of an hour she had seen a few actors and actresses, a senator, and even the mayor stop by and all shake hands with Rick. He was like a magnet for everybody in the room. Looking at her giant painting on the wall and watching important people with Rick made her think back to their night together. How she had taken what she wanted from him.

She let her thoughts wander until she felt the all too familiar ache. Flushed with wetness, she watched him from across the room. She didn't want to wait until later that night to have him.

She began making her way towards Rick saying hello to a few people along the way. After giving him a light touch on the elbow and a suggestive head nod to follow her, she began making her way towards his office door.

“What's up?”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Jen asked, motioning him into the office. Rick opened the door while scanning the crowded room, ensuring no one was attempting to get his attention. 

Once inside the office he closed the door quietly, trying not to attract to much attention towards them. As soon as he turned around she planted a passionate kiss on his lips, her hands exploring his stomach underneath his suit jacket.

“What is it you want?” He asked, cracking a slight smile.

“I want you to fuck me.” She commanded in a stern, as a matter of fact tone. Her hand slowly working its way past the outside of his belt buckle.

“We can't do that here.” He laughed, motioning towards the others outside.

She ignored his surprised look on his face and pulled him in for another kiss. His stubble tickled her chin as she admired the familiar taste of fine wine on his tongue. Her hand gripped his growing cock from the outside. A slight pant escaped his chest as she playfully bit his lip.

“Are you serious?” He asked. His breathing becoming heavier as she worked him through his slacks.

“You're damn right I'm serious.” She answered, feeling his cock become fully erect from her touch.

“Just a quickie.” She said as she lightly pushed him away and made her way towards his desk. She was all business and not wanting to waste a second. Once at the desk, she grabbed her panties and worked them down her legs; leaving them dangling on one ankle. Once freed from her underwear she scrunched her tight dress over her ass and leaned against the glass desk.

He was behind her and unbuckling his belt in no time. She felt the cool glass table top press against her belly, her pussy wet and throbbing. Finally she felt his firm grip on her shoulder force her down further on the desk. Her breasts pressed against the cold glass. The head of his dick parted her lips briefly before he entered her with a quick thrust. She spread her arms out across the cold glass and gripped the other end of the desk, bracing herself as he began fucking her. A light squeaking filled the air as her chest scraped back and forth against the glass top. She felt a slight pain as his thrusts forced her hips to grind into the edge of the desk. Her juices soaked her inner thighs, the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy turned her on more than ever. His hand gripped her hip as he fucked her faster. The other reached around and feathered her clit in a circular motion that drove her crazy. She felt like she was on fire. A heat was building up in her groin and waiting to explode.     

She felt she had complete control over him. Like he was a dog that obeyed her every order. All she had to do was show her pussy and bend over and he would be there, ready to fuck her on command. Unable to control the wild urges she gave him.

She gripped the desk tightly as she prepared for her explosion, reminding herself to stay quiet so they wouldn't attract any attention from outside. She could feel the tingles building in her core, ready to cascade throughout her body. Her hips pressed harder against the glass as he leaned his body over hers. His hands gripping her shoulders as he forced his cock even deeper inside.

She clenched her teeth down, careful not to yelp out as the fire flooded her body. Tingles of electricity shot up her back causing her knees to buckle and her legs to tremble. She felt him grip her shoulders so tight it was almost painful as he thrust into her deeper than before, his cock erupting inside her. She leaned into the glass, unable to support herself on her weak legs. A finale tremor racked through her body.

The glass table was no longer cold but warm; hot even from her body being pressed against it. She felt his cock slowly slip out of her. He leaned on the desk and attempted to catch his breath while Jen took a moment for herself still bent over and spread out on the glass; not wanting to have her legs support her yet.

“You got what you wanted” He panted. His head hung low from exhaustion.

“I'm pretty good at getting what I want.” She said with a smirk as she stood and began tidying herself up.

“Oh are you now?” He asked as he zipped his pants up, and straightened his tie.

“I have a painting hanging on the wall out there don't I?”

He paused for a moment attempting to read her expression.

“We should get back out there” He motioned towards the door. They both checked themselves out in the full length mirror before opening the door.

The party hadn't seemed to slow down at all while they were gone. Jen wasn't surprised, they weren't in there for more than ten minutes. Luckily no one appeared to have heard them either, the talking of the crowd, the shuffling of dishes, and the clanking of glassware was loud enough to mask their sexual escapades.

Just as they began to part ways Jen noticed someone intently studying her painting.

“Do you know who that is?” She asked Rick, motioning to the stranger across the room.

He was very well kept and wearing an impeccable tuxedo. He looked a bit older than Jen, she guessed he was in his late thirties, early forties. She couldn't tell for sure underneath his tux, but he looked somewhat built. With broad shoulders and large hands, he looked bigger than the average guy. He was clean shaven and had dark hair with a dust of white. She found him very attractive despite his age difference.

“That's George White. A prominent art collector here in the city. He's not seen out very much, usually he sends one of his assistants to buy his art. Looks like he's taken a liking to your painting. You should go talk to him, maybe he'll make you an offer.”

“Or maybe I'll make him one” She said with a chuckle.

“Ha! You might get a good deal, he's worth a fortune.”

“I will” She smiled. “Wish me luck!” She exclaimed as she made her way towards the stranger.

“All the luck in the world.” Rick said, admiring Jen as she walked away. He couldn't place exactly what it was. But there was something about her he found completely alluring.