The Painting
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When he looked up again, Oleg savored the scene with all his senses. The small room was hot and humid, countless candles were strewn about, providing a flickering, cozy atmosphere.
The young woman slowly rotated around herself, her eyes obscured by a crimson leather blindfold. Oleg couldn't get enough of the view. The color of that blindfold contrasted so well with the model's short, blond bob and her flawless, pearly-white skin. Drool was seeping out of her stuffed mouth and made its way down to her practically bursting breasts.
He really liked that large ball gag. It had been a purchase well worth its price. Its crimson color matched perfectly with the blindfold and the equally crimson leather sheath that immobilized her arms behind her back. And it was only a matter of time until the fabulous breasts of this beauty would, too, match in color.
Like a crib mobile, the elaborate construction turned around itself, oscillating slightly under the wooden beam. It had been quite an effort to ensure his handiwork would support the weight of the entire setup. But so far everything held up exceptionally well.
His eyes followed the two, coarse hemp ropes that were affixed to the sturdy metal bar that slowly turned below the roof. Both ropes showed visible strain as they tried to keep up with the pull. Their ends circled tightly around the bases of the model's large, luscious breasts and forced them into this peculiar, almost mushroom-like shape.
Oleg's gaze descended further downwards as he examined the flat, muscular tummy of his muse, glistening with sweat. The artist admired her perfect body, the taut, pearly skin of her back, the straining, twitching muscles underneath. A few strokes of paint found their way on the canvas.
The hum started again. It always started out so faintly that he could barely hear it. But it got more pronounced quickly, buzzing like an angry hornet. He smiled, thinking about the sounds that would soon follow; the desperate, unintelligible moans from under the gag; the jerky twitching of her thighs; the frenetic humping of her hips; the obscene, gurgling noises emanating from within her wet depths.
Oleg focused on the heaving, heavily bound bust, replicated those luscious pillows with expert strokes on the canvas. He desperately tried to restrain himself, tried to not get distracted by the tauntingly glistening object in front of him. But his body betrayed him once again as raw lust fogged his mind.
The writhing girl jerked, her spasming flesh documenting the pure bliss she was experiencing once again. Oleg managed to perform a few more strokes, breathing heavily from excitement.
The dangling construction slowly came to rest, his bound, gagged model soaked in sweat. More ink found its way on the canvas as the artist slowly continued his work.
Then, fingers shaking from excitement, Oleg put down his tools and approached the beautiful girl. His hands found her bound, swollen breasts and squeezed them with might. Muffled moans filled the room as he played with the two bloated pillows.
The artist remembered his first, clumsy tries to bind those breasts well. How her flesh once escaped the much too loose coils of his rope, almost leading to a devastating accident. Memories of that day, when this beautiful woman hung from only one breast, screaming her lungs out, still brought him nightmares. It took him a while to learn how to force those marvelous mountains into shape, how to strangle them, manipulate them to his will while keeping their owner safe. And how delicious they looked!
He moved his head forward, let one engorged nipple brush over his dry lips, teasing the girl with a flick of his tongue. Then, heaving mightily, he bore down on the compressed tit, bit into the stiff, tantalizing nub and sucked as hard as he could.
The glistening, muscular body jerked and jumped as he dove into the twins, ravaging those exquisite attributes of femininity.
Oleg wiped his drool off his face, noticing how her luscious flesh had changed in color after his attack. Now the crimson was just right. He stepped between her spread legs and reached for the buzzing thing inside her.
Oleg's hand closed around the moving object and slowly pulled it out. Her hot, wet sex tried to keep its treasured lover, tried to suck the jumping toy back inside, but couldn't prevent it from popping out. Oleg smiled at the wet sound of it as he silenced the crimson teaser.
The artist marveled at the shaven mound, the puffy lips in front of him. His eager fingers quickly sunk into the glistening crevice, hungrily exploring her tantalizing depths. Three of his fingers ventured inside her, determined to make the treasured girl cry.
Oleg couldn't get enough of her inviting wetness, using his other hand to spread her slick juices about. He could barely wait to get into her, to savour this delicious pit with his hard dick. Oleg pushed a fourth finger inside the slimy hole, wiggled his wrist round and started the massage in earnest.
The writhing girl moaned behind her gag, groaned and shuddered. Oleg knew she was close again, close to reaching another peak. He kept going, kept pressing into the warm, slick softness within her.
Her gyrations, her movements told him that he had found the right spot. Drool dripped from her stuffed mouth, her head jerking around wildly. He let his thumb pop inside the overcrowded hole and pressed forward.
Oleg felt her body convulsed around his wrist, threatening to break his bones. This exquisite feeling when reaching so deep inside a female body always got him. The artist withdrew his hand slightly, only to push it back in again. In and out it went, stretching her, making her groan in pleasure.
He just couldn't wait any longer. Oleg ripped his hand out, tore his clothes off and drove his hard shaft into the gaping cunt. Hard and fast he went, pounding the young woman like there was no tomorrow. Her juicy sex wrapped his dick in pure bliss, her pulsating muscles massaging him in ways he would always remember. Her coarse moaning, her jerky movements told him she wasn't far from climax. Never was there a girl in Oleg's life that could climb those heights so easily, so often.
He panted and groaned as he pierced her body, his loins rumbling in need. He forced himself deeper and deeper inside her, crashing into her welcoming sex. Their moans were one as their bodies united, convulsing in pure bliss, his hot seed filling her wet, squishing pit up to the brim.
Oleg slowly withdrew his limping member from her tantalizing depths, desperate to catch some breath. When he looked at his muse, he noticed that the blindfold had slightly moved. One bright, sparkling eye watched him closely from below the leather, the little, happy wrinkles around it giving away just how much the model enjoyed this experience. He smiled and removed the gag so she could get some air.
The heaving girl smiled brightly and mused, "I hope the painting is far from complete. Otherwise I will need to destroy it once more, so you'll have to start over again and again."
"Don't worry my dear, I'm a slow worker. But now you need some rest. We'll work some more tomorrow."
"I can hardly wait, my love." -->
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