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The Paint Job Part 1

With the current fashion for newlyweds to have their wedding night nuptials committed to canvas, I have become familiar with sketching hesitant couples alongside their conjugal beds. Painting such tender moments presents a fascinating artistic challenge and I've developed a reputation for capturing the mood of the marital suite with discretion and sensitivity.What I hadn't anticipated was that, inevitably perhaps, one day the happy couple asking for my services would turn out to be two men.My...

The Paint Job Part 4

After leaving the tea to brew, I went back through to the studio to find Adam and Stephen having what looked like very intense sex together kneeling on the couch. They were both upright and facing forwards. Stephen had one arm around Adam's prominent chest, fondling a nipple, while the other was wrapped around the bigger man's cock, gently sliding his foreskin back and forth across the great plum head. They were kissing passionately and Stephen's hips were gently slapping against Adam's big...

The Paint Job Part 2

"You've obviously discussed the other five paintings of the set in some detail," I remarked to my two clients. "Could you give me a rundown of what you have in mind so I have an idea of context?""Okay, so the first is the beautiful composition of us kneeling face-to-face with our erections forming a heart-shape," Stephen told me, before laughing again at my misgivings about how trite that might look. "And in the second, I'm giving my new husband oral pleasure.""You're sucking his cock?" I...

The six erotic oil paintings

The six erotic oil paintings I knew my spinster great aunt Philomena as a formidable, grey haired old lady. She lived in a somewhat neglected mock-Gothic high-ceilinged Victorian house in Ealing, near the Common. The elaborate geometric tile floor in the porch continued down the passageway, and in defiance of the Clean Air Acts, she always had a coal fire or two burning in the Victorian fireplaces, even sometimes in a bedroom, right through the winter. Her furniture was elaborate and...

A Picture to Paint Part One

I was at my easel, failing yet again to create something beautiful when I heard a knock at my front door. I looked at the clock and my eyes popped wide open: it was four o'clock and I realized that it must be my buyer standing outside my apartment. Panic set in. I slammed my paint brush down onto the table and called out, "Just one moment,” as I rushed to the kitchen. I dampened a paper towel with water and tried to wipe splatters of paint off my face and hands before meeting the man interested...

Ahmedabadi Painter Painted Me

Hello Readers, This is my second story after I received an overwhelming response for my first story named “ Awesome babes of Ahmedabad”. Introducing myself I am engaged in serving females of Ahmedabad, specially from upper middle class and esteem class , who have unsatisfied erotic desires. Currently I am into their service and they are really satisfied with me. Today I am going to share one of my real experience, with ISS readers…I am 30 years old guy with 5’10 height, fair complexion,...

Best Friend Milli Becomes NUDE Model For Painting Course

It was another boring day at college. Drawing the objects kept on the table seemed FINE ART to the faculties here. Why don’t they understand I have taken FINE ARTS to make FINE PAINTINGS not to waste my time on basics which I have learned in the past. Let me introduce myself to you. I am Ravi, a fine arts student in a reputed art college in my region. I always had a passion for art and paintings. I lived far away from my home in the college hostel. I went against my family’s wishes and chose...

Best Friend Milli Becomes NUDE Model For Painting Course

It was another boring day at college. Drawing the objects kept on the table seemed FINE ART to the faculties here. Why don’t they understand I have taken FINE ARTS to make FINE PAINTINGS not to waste my time on basics which I have learned in the past. Let me introduce myself to you. I am Ravi, a fine arts student in a reputed art college in my region. I always had a passion for art and paintings. I lived far away from my home in the college hostel. I went against my family’s wishes and chose...

The Paint Job Part 3

"So... onto the first consummation," I suggested, pausing for the two men to reposition themselves and sit alongside each other on the couch. "In this painting, Adam is... er... making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?"I'd expected Adam to haughtily inform me that one man doesn't make love 'to' another but rather that their sex is collaborative and their love fully reciprocal. Or some variation on that general theme.But instead Stephen giggled and surprised me by blurting...

Painted Lady

Professor Andersen was a short, stout man who's salt and pepper hair had fled from the top of his head. His cheeks were round and slightly pink and his nose rather too large for his face. In his tweed jacket, anyone who looked at him might have guessed he was a professor. No one would have ever guessed he was an artist."Now, if you'll turn to page three of the course outline, you'll see the year's projects. I want four original works, one still life, one portrait, one scenery, and one nude. I'm...

The Painting

"The Painting" by Vlad Potemkin============================================================== Leslie knew she was going to buy the small painting the instant she sawit. It was strange. It was kinky. And it was absolutely mesmerizing, the waythe scene materialized from the perfectly orchestrated swirl of gray and blackpaint. She could also feel the eyes of the proprietor of this quaint little Sohostore. The tall attractive blonde remained seated behind a curved glass table,staring at Leslie...

P is for Paint

Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He’d been teased unmercifully because of it. ‘P.P.’ followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He’d fought back of course, several times, but all the good it did him was to land him in detention more often than not. And because of it, he learned to draw. With nothing better to do than just sit there, he drew, sketched, and...

P is for Paint

Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He'd been teased unmercifully because of it. "P.P." followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He'd fought back of course, several times, but all the good it did him was to land him in detention more often than not. And because of it, he learned to draw. With nothing better to do than just sit there, he drew, sketched, and...

Painting

He looked like a pirate standing there with a bandanna tied around his head, his dark hair escaping in wisps. The only thing covering his tanned body was a pair of low slung ragged pants that looked like they had been cut off above the knees with a dull knife. He was facing a large canvas and the sunlight was casting shadows through the windows along the western end of the loft when she walked into the huge area. She stood inside the door and watched as he brushed paint on what looked like a...

Strip Painting

Note : This story is completely fictional! I am Anderson at the age of 18 a widow Mrs.chawla 34. My profession is painting. My mom loved my profession and I too loved her along with my interest in seeing her naked. I had interest in painting people with a good body shape. I have even drawn award winning paintings portraying the natural beauties of ladies and infact I am a specialist in this section. I could draw people’s body perfect and make them look like a photograph. For many years I have a...

Paint a Picture of Dominance

Painting a Picture of Dominance By :Blmorticia “I’m missing you honey. I can’t wait to get back and make love to you.” “I know, baby, but it’s only been one night.” “Yeah, one lonely night,” he said. Distracted, I looked at our wedding photo on my desk. Here I was, at home because I had a deadline to meet while he was enjoying a trip to England to visit family. As I listened to my loving husband and slave on the other end, I chuckled, “You’ll be back in our bed before you know it, besides...

TGT The Princess and the Painting

The Princess and the Painting A "Twisted Glen" Tale by Trinity CHAPTER -ONE- Paul was crushed. In all of his life he could not recall a moment where he had felt as bad as he currently did. Even the night where he had caught his younger brother practicing kissing with the dog was nothing compared to this. "Can I help you?" Paul looked up to see a very pretty girl standing in front of him. "No... I'm just looking around." He had often frequented the Timber Grove thrift shop...

Selling a Painting

It seemed so simple but the Comptesse had other ideas This in entirely a work of fiction Some sound woke Max but the siesta had left him completely disorientated. His unfocussed eyes first detected a blurred figure perhaps ten feet away but when everything finally snapped into focus he realised it was a woman and only then that she was completely naked. The female was posed with arms stretched upwards as if to welcome the sunlight and although he had only a rear view it was obvious even to...

The Girl Who Paints Butterflies

This was originally written for a short story writing contest. It failed to get any awards but I am confident that with minor tweaks, it can be successful next time. Since I intend to use the same story (with tweaks) in the same contest next time, I'd appreciate if readers only keep this story to yourselves. This means that you may read, copy or transfer the copied story anywhere you like, but you may not publish this story anywhere else. If I hear this story published anywhere else, I'll...

Grace and the Longest TieChapter 9 An artist becomes the slut in her paintings

NARRATIVE: Grace awoke. She was laying naked on a bed with three naked young men who were fondling her. Two were sucking and squeezing her ample breasts whilst the third was between her flayed open legs sucking and fingering her cunt. Then a finger touched the rose of her ass and wiggled and tickled it until it slowly worked its way right up her ass. GRACE: I cannot fully describe how wonderful this was feeling. I even moved my bottom to make it easier for the finger to get right up my...

The Painting

This story is non-erotic. There is no sex in it, not even a mention. It’s a story about a man who got a kick in the teeth from life. How he reacted to that, and a path that he found back. The big C is a real bitch, and some of us have had to find a way to put things back together. Or to deal with the loss of our loved ones. In a way this is a story for all the people who’ve had Cancer and found their own way back to life. There’s very little dialogue in this story, it’s all in the mind of one...

Paint Dries When You re Having Fun

Paint Dries When You're Having Fun Discreet White or Fancy Pink? Rose compared the two paint samples the Sherwin-Williams employee had just handed her. Despite the name, Discreet White wasn't all that white. It was really more of a pink, although only slightly. Rose could barely tell the difference between the two. "So, what do you think? You said you wanted something with a tinge of pink, but not overbearing. I think these two are pleasant, but muted." Rose glanced at his name tag, it...

Six Times A DayPart 12 Paint It Black

Alan woke on Friday morning feeling uncertain. He didn't know whether to expect the "new" Mom or the "old" one, and the return of Ron loomed ever nearer. To be safe, he masturbated twice in his room when he awoke, so he'd at least start on his daily climb toward six times. As it was, Susan was definitely in a prudish and conservative mood, so Alan was careful to be on his best behavior. He didn't say or do anything that could be construed as even slightly sexually provocative. But...

Halloween Body Painted Costumes

Halloween Body Painted CostumesOur group of 4 couples had a great Halloween party this past Friday and Saturday. Instead of costumes we decided to do body painting. (I have to tell you right now that because of our jobs, we cannot share photos, but I hope you allow your imaginations to envision how we looked.) Babs and I have a hobby of doing airbrush artwork and t-shirts and decided that it would be fun to paint on our costumes on. The other couples liked the idea also but they were reluctant...

Painting my mother

Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due to the sagging economy, the company was...

Painting mother

This story was written by Kap007. enjoy.Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due...

Painting Mom

Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due to the sagging economy, the company was...

PAINTING MOM

Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due to the sagging economy, the company was...

Painting MomChapter 2

“You’re not serious?” Mom was aghast. “You don’t really think I’m going to let you smear that mess all over me, do you?” “But you’re the model. You look at yourself in the mirror as you work. It has to be on you.” “Why can’t you just paint the statues?” “Two reasons,” I explained. “First, nobody wants a painted statue.” “I guess,” Mom concurred. “And second?” “And second,” I continued, “it’s what you see that counts. You’ll see a different array of light and shadow and that will change...

Painting with Lydia

CHAPTER 1 Eddie Carter had been working for Gilmore Home Decorators in Crawley, England, for three weeks and during that time had been painting commercial premises – a paint store, gymnasium, bicycle shop and bakery. The Australian preferred painting homes where there was always the chance of the woman of the house providing coffee and freshly-buttered scones for morning and afternoon tea and a hot lunch in return for excellence in painting. Eddie wasn’t sure how women could tell if the...

Tamarilla s TravelsChapter 7 Getting a fresh coat of paint for the fair

The sun was just coming over the horizon, when Tammi felt someone shaking her and telling her to get up. She opened her eyes to see Alice and groaned. "Get up! Wake up sleepyhead! We need to go to the painter today." Tamarilla wiped the sleep from her eyes, saw how early in the morning it was and asked, "Why are you getting me up so early? I didn't think you were all that eager to get yourself painted. C'mon you can tell me. The idea of some make-up got you excited? If a figurehead...

Teach Me to Paint

NOTE: This is a small portion of a much longer piece. It is the culmination of a long, slow and dangerous flirt, and this scene proves to be their first time together… ***** I just couldn’t find the inspiration – I sat for nearly an hour staring at the three bold blue vertical lines on the canvas, I felt like they were the start of something, but the next move eluded me. Paint sat drying on my palette as I sought the rest of the mental image. I began absently mixing colors, with no actual...

FINGER PAINTING

Sadie loved being painted. She had the body the artists loved. Today she was with Sam and she was standing naked as he looked over her nude form. She had big firm tits and a nice round ass and a flat stomach. He also was naked except fr the brief speedo he wore which hugged his nice thick cock. He decided to do a jungle theme on her body. After he was done he would take pictures and send them in to a company for further jobs. He needed to cover her whole body with a basic flavored cream...

Painted Touch

His phone rings in the midst of the night… ‘Hello,’ she replies in a saddened tone… ‘I need you baby, please come over,’ and hangs up. His heart for her beats so deeply… he jumps out of bed and rushes to see her. He takes out the key… and unlocks her door… opening it in a hurry to be with his love… to comfort her. Little did he know what was truly waiting behind that door! As it opens… the room is lit up with candles… her furniture pushed back making a clearing in the middle of the room…...

Paint Me Miss

I was completely submerged in water, the only part of me that was sticking up was the top of my head and my nose so that I could breath. It was so warm my head span even though I was lying down but the weak feeling was welcomed by my hot body that writhed beneath my hand. My left fingers slipped between the lips of my sex and gently rubbed the juices that I could feel despite the water. My body instantly responded to the touch and made my hips buck. I had to be at an art class soon, but I was...

Painting and Pleasure

My eyes were heavy and tired. I had smoked that morning before going into work. I shouldn’t get high before work. But I knew I was going to be here by myself today. No boss or other crew. I wanted to feel good. So, I took down a joint with my roommate before heading out. Now my brain was hyper focused on the evenness of the brush strokes. I didn’t want to leave any evidence that I was stoned when I left this afternoon. I had to make sure everything was perfect. There were feet on the stairs...

Kim curtains removed for painting

Kim, my wife of 2 years, had been hounding me to paint the bathroom. She was right, it needed it, but painting is just not the most exciting home improvement project. One weekend I decided it was time. Of course I had to take down the curtains in the bathroom before painting, which is the only reason that you might care about my painting project.Our neighbor Alex was a recent divorcee in his mid 40s. While we got along fine with Alex, we never did anything socially with him. We were all...

Curtains Removed for Painting

Kim, my wife of 2 years, had been hounding me to paint the bathroom. She was right, it needed it, but painting is just not the most exciting home improvement project. One weekend I decided it was time. Of course I had to take down the curtains in the bathroom before painting, which is the only reason that you might care about my painting project.Our neighbor Alex was a recent divorcee in his mid 40s. While we got along fine with Alex, we never did anything socially with him. We were all...

Paint Ball

Paint BallA Fantasy by Sardonicus It all started out as a way to heighten the interest in our Paint Ball competition. The men in our group had been playing for some time and we had the luck to have a member who owned some land out in a rural area. We had converted it to a Paint Ball war field, complete with areas suitable for constructing camps for headquarters. It was a good forty acres in size, with no immediate neighbors, so it was ideal for our purposes. We basically had some...

Paint It Black

Author’s Note: This has long been one of my favorite songs, it has such an elemental rhythm that you can feel the song. There has been a lot of speculation over the years about ‘what does it mean?’ but little agreement. This story is what I feel as I hear the song. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards wrote ‘Paint It Black’ with the assistance of other members of the band, especially Bill Wyman and Brian Jones. Thanks to Techsan for his editing support – without his aid readers would be literally...

I Got A Paint Job

The phone rang one Saturday morning at the ungodly hour of 7:30 A.M. It was Gloria, my next door neighbout calling to ask me if I would mind helping he friend Kathleen out with some trim painting she was unable to do herself. She gave me the details, the address, and told me her friend would pay me equitably for my work.I arrived at the address and saw what looked to be a rather big job on a two story house. Kathleen came out of the house, and very warmly introduced herself. She was an older...

the Body Painting of Tammy

You may have already read my story about my Hunting Camp Initiation. It was when my husband took me to his hunting camp, where all his buddies were gathered, and I was the camp slut for the weekend. It was a wonderful experience. This is another story. My husband is in complete control of my body. He decides what I will wear, how I will groom myself, who I am exposing myself to, and who I will fuck. I love it that someone who loves me has complete mastery of my physical being. It is...

Paint It Black

I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK Because of some quirk in human nature we always seem to remember what we were doing when some life-altering event happens. For me, well, it turned out I was doing something stupid and trite. We had just finished a major project at work and everyone on the team was given a week off. Half were to go one week and the other half the next. I remembered my boss, Wayne, pleading with me, "Damn, Jim. I know you have worked even more hours than I have on...

Painted into a Corner 1

Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 1 "You have no idea what a huge favor you're doing me," said Justine, tearing up. "Thank you so so much." Justine sat back, wiping her tears and sipping her coffee for a minute composing herself. "Mom, come on! Are we really that desperate?" Chris walked in. "She's freaking ancient. It's a retirement home. What the hell am I going to do there? Please call one of my friend's mothers." "Stop it. It's too...

While painting my living room naked my new neighbor pays me a visit

New neighbors moved in across the street from me and the lady was pretty decent looking from my vantage point. I waved hello the first time I saw her and every time since and after they were there for about two weeks, I was painting my living room naked, as I never wore clothes around the house and not thinking I had taken down the shades to facilitate the painting. A knock at the door kind of brings me back to reality and I wrapped a towel around myself that I kept on a hook for this purpose....

SOME NEW PAINT

Jenny balanced on the bare toes of one foot; the other foot waved back and forth though the air as she stretched to paint above the window. Just below the rear hem of her short jean skirt were the smooth bare curves of her bottom. The more she stretched, the clearer it became she wore no panties, and the more dark skin on the back of her mound was exposed."Don't knock the paint over," her mother called from the other side of the room as she knelt to paint below an outlet. Sue's eyes lingered as...

FRESHLY PAINTED ROOM

Jenny balanced on the bare toes of one foot; the other foot waved back and forth though the air as she stretched to paint above the window. Just below the rear hem of her short jean skirt were the smooth bare curves of her bottom. The more she stretched, the clearer it became she wore no panties, and the more dark skin on the back of her mound was exposed."Don't knock the paint over," her mother called from the other side of the room as she knelt to paint below an outlet. Sue's eyes lingered as...

How I Became a Hotwife Ch 04 Artist Painted Me

Just a short recap from the last chapter. After that wild vacation, my hubby and I had a good talk before any misunderstanding should arise. We both agreed that we would have a heart to heart talk every night before bedtime. He told me that he would like me to carry on with Eddie as long as I still wanted it. He said that he was his best buddy and he trusted him, so he had nothing to fear. Moreover, he knew that our love and bond was solid strong and nothing could come in-between us. After that...

Lady Painting at the Beach

Grumpy Bastard as he was called by some, usually miffed opponents, at the golf club when he was more or less out of earshot while others knew him by his more regular name of Bob Hill, stepped on to the sands of Bob’s Beach (all other locals knew it as Sandy Cove) and he stopped in shock. Jesus. A woman wearing only a bikini bottom was seated on a stool twenty yards away at an easel painting. Judging by the almost lack of no breast droop, not that he was a connoisseur or professional bra...

Billy paints the women at her condo

I need a car and my summer job; painting trim on beach condo. My boss drops me off with paint and equipment. He does the same over the area. End of the day I get picked up in my turn. End of the week I get paid. I put the ladder to the third story window and climb up. I am shocked to see a women on the bed sleeping. Worried I may bother her I move to another room. Not any better, I find a young boy and his mom I think. To the back where no bedrooms are. I climb up and see a women...

The painting Time

Note : This story is completely fictional! Hi reader here is a amazing announcement for you I opened my sexblog for you so you can read my new stories at this web page also there I will written a new story of series that named Cum with Mum read and write to me your comments. Here is an Incest story for you. The hot story read and enjoy it my reader. Hi, I am Kim I was 20(25 now)and my mom was 39(now 44)(5'9'' 120lbs brown hair and eyes, large and and 39D cup) I never really thought nothing...

Paint Splash

Erin sighed softly as she looked at the blank canvas. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into...

Paint Splash

Erin sighed softly as she looked at the blank canvas. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into...

Painting Pictures

Mia flicked her long, dark braid over her shoulder and took in her work with a critical eye. Her compressed lips softened into a slow smile as her gaze swept from one side of the wall to the other. She planted her hands on her hips and let out a relieved breath, pleased with her efforts. Even with the scaffolding still in the way it didn’t detract from the overall effect. Gareth Robertson of Robertson Klein Architects had commissioned her to create a cityscape mural for the conference room...

Paint and Pictures

Dave parked his car, grabbed his camera, and strode eagerly to the house. He only paused to turn the handle before he walked through the front door. Dave had been here many times before, and was well aware of May’s open door policy. She was more likely to tear you apart for knocking and making her answer, than if you just walked in like you owned the place. Walking through the door Dave found the living room empty, but heard the soft sound of music playing from a room down the hall. “May! Are...

Paint it Summer

Her name was Lucy and she took a shine to me right away, which was kind of nice. By the second day I figured out that she was into girls because of the way she kept checking out my ass. I mean several times a day if I was bending over a paint tray there was Lucy checking out my tight teen ass. So by the second week I decided to push the issue, I started wearing shorter and tighter shorts, and made a no underwear pact which meant that when Lucy checked me out she might have just as well have...

The Time Jean Needed Her Ceiling Painted

I was fresh out of high school, working over the summer before college at a department store. I befriended a middle-aged woman named Jean who had a vivacious personality that gave off a young energy for a woman who openly admitted to being in her 50s. Jean had no reason to apologize, she had such an infectious energy. Everyone loved her.I adored her. As the summer went on, I grew to absolutely love her.Jean took a liking to me, too. I was 18, tall and lean with messy brown hair. She would joke...

Painting in the wrong outfit

I bust open the door and their you stand. You have a paint brush in your hand and you just stare at me. You don't know why I'm there but you have an idea. I start to walk toward you. You drop the paint brush and start to back up. I get closer you keep backing up. I'm three steps away and you back into the wall you have been painting. I take the last three steps and all you can see is lust in my eyes. Your scared, you wasn't expecting this but you know it's about to happen. I rub the sweat off...

Painted into a corner

## I was feeling a little melancholy. I had been pretty busy since moving from my small town in down state Indiana to the north suburbs of Chicago. I hadn’t had a lot of time to get lonely but tonight was different, it was my 31rst. birthday and I had no one to celebrate with. Everyone I knew, including my ex-wife of 3 years, was back in Indiana. I decided to drown my sorrows in a couple of cold beers and left for a little dive I’ve seen a few miles from my house. I had been...

Tale from The Painted Lady

A Tale from The Painted Lady - by Beryl33 Hello, and welcome to The Painted Lady Bed and Breakfast, owned and operated by Mistress Anne. I'm Nikki, the chambermaid. Can I get your bags, Miss? Your room is right up these stairs- Oh! If you keep that up I'm going to drop your bags, Miss... Here's your room. Miss: Mistress Anne owns everything you see in The Painted Lady - yes, Miss, including me. I was a boy once, you see, now I'm her girl. Well, I tried to steal from Mistress...

Painted Lady Nikki s Awakening

Tales From The Painted Lady: Nikki's Awakening - By Beryl33 Hello, everyone! This is Nikki again, chambermaid at The Painted Lady. I've had some requests for the beginning of my story, the tale of how I became Mistress Anne's devoted - and transformed! - "lesbian" slavegirl and slutty she-male maid. Here's how it all began: I woke slowly, or half-woke, still drifting in the dream - a bizaare but very erotic dream in which I tried on various pieces of lingerie at the orders of a...

Marked by Paint

Marked by Paint By The Guyver Prologue: It all started when my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to visit my Grandparents in France. They booked my flight the day after graduation. They never did stuff like this for me so I decided not to fight it and count my blessings. I was flying with my best friend Jake. Jake and I well, let's just say I wouldn't have survived high school if he weren't my friend. We were just barely over the ocean before our Pilot had a...

A Smmer of Nail Paint and Nighties

A summer of nail paint and nightys I've always liked to dress up as a girl. It's a secret I have been carrying for the last 30 years, and for one magic week in my adolescence, it came true. This is that story. A little background before we begin. I was a slim, good looking, heterosexual teenager living in New Delhi, India. I always had these fantasies of being forced to dress up, but never had the guts to try and experiment. Then one summer, I got a chance to taste the...

Paint Ball Wars

Paint Ball Wars Well, it was finally time. It was early December, there was snow everywhere,and I was going to Panama to get warm. I had taken a two week vacation,and I was going to spend it hunting women. That's right, I was goingto hunt women. I had heard about a place in Panama where you could huntwomen on a private ranch. I had checked out their website and then had them send me more informationby mail. I was ready for it. My girlfriend of five years had cheatedon me and then...

Body Painting

My husband is in complete control of my body. He decides what I will wear, how I will groom myself, and who I will fuck. I love it that someone who loves me has complete mastery of my physical being. It is quite liberating, but terribly embarrassing at times. There are situations when I wish he would let me dress more modestly, but I love it that this lifestyle choice really turns him on. He knows that forcing me to wear a tiny top that exposes my breasts a bit, or lets my nipples pop out...

Paint Job

{ i’m taking the feedback from my previous story and applying it to this one..hope its better. Laptops annoy me…so i end up having grammar/spelling issues. } Karly stared at the paint then glanced up at her bedroom wall. Two cans. It seemed as if it wouldn’t cover the whole room, but Karly may by surprised. She had called up her pretty good work friend Nicole to help her out, she was a very ‘do it yourself’ kind of girl. She loved working with her hands and doing a bunch of artsy fartsy stuff....

Body Paint Problems

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Chloe slid the key card into the slot. The little green light blinked twice and she heard the click. Pushing open the door, she struggled to get in to the sitting room with her computer bag and bucket of ice. It had been a long, mentally draining day but now she was home, at least whatever hotel was home that week. Placing her keys, key card, and the filled bucket of ice onto the wet bar, she thought of his text, the instructions. “get ice, fill a bucket, bring it back to the room.” Smiling...

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{ i'm taking the feedback from my previous story and applying it to this one..hope its better. Laptops annoy me...so i end up having grammar/spelling issues. } Karly stared at the paint then glanced up at her bedroom wall. Two cans. It seemed as if it wouldn't cover the whole room, but Karly may by surprised. She had called up her pretty good work friend Nicole to help her out, she was a very "do it yourself" kind of girl. She loved working with her hands and doing a bunch of artsy fartsy...

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Alice Pink, Jessica Jewels, and Vienna Black are some horny chicks who need a job done, so they call our stud to paint their walls for them. Little does he know, they also want him to paint their faces with his cum! They offer to suck his cock instead of paying him, and he is more than game. He whips out his thick prick, and the three bestie sluts get down on their knees to share gag duties. Then he fucks them on the ladder, pounding their pussies hard as they cum on his veiny dick. Their sweet...

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