Artful Attractions (10 page)

“I’m fucking horny this morning. I don’t know if it’s because I only had one orgasm last night or what. But I’m on fire,” she purrs pushing a finger inside of herself. I can hear the wetness as she slams back into her hole. I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of hot.

“So the kitchen is the place to finger yourself into an orgasm?” I tease and lay my art supplies on the table. I head to the bedroom and throw off my white t-shirt. Drop my jeans to the ground. Pull my easel from my closet and my pencils. A giant plastic mat is tucked back into the corner so I have to dig around clothes to grab it. It has my apron wrapped around it. I slide my apron over my head and tie it in the back. I’m wearing only a pair of black thong underwear and a matching black satin push up bra. My breasts are C’s so I’m not huge like Becka’s. She wears a DD only because hers are fake. But when I draw I do it nearly naked. It’s artistically freeing.

I take the armful of supplies out and carry them into the living room where the best natural light comes in and set up the easel by the window that I pull open. I know it faces the street and everybody can see me but I could care less. This is how I work.

I enter back into the kitchen to find my best friend fingering herself into a furry of moans and bucking her hips into her fingers. I stand to the side and watch her. She’s very beautiful even when she does this. I find myself turned on a little and I can feel my clit whining to be loved. “Oh yes,” she cries out between breaths. Her head is thrown back and she’s plucking a nipple with her free hand, her eyes closed.

I shake my head to stop staring and make my way to the table and retrieve the rest of my art supplies. She opens her eyes and just as I stare back and she locks them into mine. And licks her lips.

“Oh no you don’t.” I shake my head. I know that horny look. I’ve seen it before. This isn’t the first time she’s come on to me. I’ve never given in but about once a month sometimes more in the past four years she’s tried to get me to play with her or her to play with me. She’s not bi that I know of. But she’s grabbed my ass more than playfully a few dozen times and once she sucked one of my nipples into her mouth when I was doing my makeup. I’m not saying it doesn’t come across appealing sometimes. But I’ve never considered myself bisexual even though each time she does this it makes it a bit harder to say no. She’s sexy. And that speaks to me and makes me super wet.

She takes a step out of the kitchen naked, her fingers still buried inside of her cunt.

“C’mon, Alexis. Please,” she begs and takes another step.

I shake my head rapidly, warily staring at her.  “No, damn-it. I’ve said no a hundred thousand times, Becka. I’m not eating your pussy or fingering you. We have clients for that. I’m a woman,” I state firmly. Even though I feel weak at the knees.

She takes another step and I back against the table with my art supplies in hand.

“But Alexis. Please. I don’t need you to fuck my pussy or eat me out. Let me do it to you and I’ll come quicker that way.” She pouts and pulls out that cute bottom lip. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders perfectly framing her beautiful face. Damn this shit. I have go to get to work. I need to get this art done. The sooner I get it finished, the sooner Brad’s out of my life.

“Don’t give me that look, Beck. You know I don’t fuck women. And I sure as hell don’t let them tongue me.” I stand up straight and confidently puff up my chest, standing my ground. Even though inside I can feel myself breaking down. I’m a big bowl of mush. This isn’t good. Maybe four years of come-ons is too much to handle. Or maybe it’s the fact I just got off the phone with Brad. I can’t be sure.

She stills herself halfway between me and the kitchen. “Fine. One of these days, Alexis, I am going to make you let me let eat you out. And after I start you won’t ask me to stop. But I need to come so why don’t we both go into the living room. You start your project and I’ll finger myself so you can watch and this might help give you some good ideas to draw,” she offers.

I nod. “Okay, that might actually help.” I suck in a long breath to calm down. My pussy is sopping wet.

I carry in my supplies and a canvas and set it up on the easel in our white living room. One wall in our living room has exposed brick. The floor is hard wood. The walls have my art all over them. We have a giant fifty four inch flat screen that sits on top of an electric fireplace. Our couch is a tan leather and we have an oversized dark brown square leather coffee table that is multifunctional as a seat or a foot rest. It’s taller than most coffee tables but we love it. Becka takes a seat on it and opens her legs with her fingers deep inside her folds. The sun is pouring through the windows and the light makes the wetness of her pink pussy glisten and shimmer just perfectly. I open the charcoal and instantly an image comes to mind. She starts to fuck herself again and I watch without paying much attention to my canvas. I follow the strokes my brain is creating.

“Becka.”

“Yeah?” she pants and stills. I can tell by the flushness of her face and deep bellowing moans that she’s close to climaxing.

“Can you stand and bend over, spread your legs and finger yourself that way? I need a good ass shot and fingers between your folds,” I request professionally. Even though I could really use a cold shower right about now.

She does as I ask without any objections and I get a perfect view of her ass and all the folds of her pussy; it’s a perfect angle.

I get back to drawing and she fucks her pussy without remorse. It’s obvious she’s not shy about masturbating in front of anyone.

The curves of the woman on my canvas are deep and beautiful, her back curved and a leg is perched on top of a foot stool. She’s slightly bent over so the gentle folds of her vagina are faintly exposed and one of her hands is resting upon her butt cheek. Her head is slightly turned so I get the silhouette of her face and just the slight side of her breast. Her nipple is sizable and protruding. The woman’s hair is flowing in soft waves down the curve of her back. Her eyes are closed like she’s either deep in thought or sensually aroused.

Deep lust filled cries erupt in the room as Becka fucks herself harder and harder. I stop to watch the magic unfold as she looks over her shoulder and locks eyes with mine and busts into a body convulsing orgasm. Her body jerks and she screams falling forward onto the coffee table ottoman. She flips like a fish coming down from her loud climax. I wipe my dirty hands on my apron and go to her. Kneeling on the floor next to the coffee table. She turns her head towards me with a giant smile.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned.

She jerks unexpectedly and inhales deeply. “Yes,” she exhales in a wispy voice.

“You’re sure?”

She nods. “Yes, now go back to work.” She winks and turns over exposing her big breasts to me. I can’t help but look. I’m too horny not to. That was hot to watch.

I blink rapidly to break my gaze and stand and go back to my drawing, observing my work. I draw even better when I’m turned-on. This is awesome. I smudge the edges with my fingers and smooth the lines that need to be smoothed. I get into a blending artist trance as the pounding in my clit intensifies.

Whoa! What the hell? Someone has hands on my ass cheeks and a nose gets shoved between my legs. I freeze. 

“What the fuck are you doing Becka?” I bark trying to concentrate but this is making it impossible.

“I’m going to suck you off as you do your work,” she says; her words are dripping with unrestrained yearning.  This is not my best friend. I think some sort of alien has inhabited her.

I squeeze my legs together hard and I can’t swat her away. My hands are coated in charcoal and it would make a huge mess.

“No you’re not. You’re going to stop being a horny bitch today and take a shower to cool down and let me work,” I order firmly. Although I want to open my legs to let her go to work on me. But that’s wrong. Probably just as wrong as me wanting Brad.

She pulls my thong out of the way and slides a finger through my tightly clinched legs.

“You’re wet too, Alexis. I’m tired of waiting for this. You shove a finger in my ass twice this weekend and I nearly come and you still won’t let me touch this.” She wiggles her finger in the tightness. It barley moves.

“I didn’t know that almost made you come. I thought it was sore. You whined that it was sore and wanted me to put more inside,” I argue. I remember it perfectly.

“I did want more but it wasn’t because I was sore. I made it seem that way so you’d actually touch me. My butthole itself hurt but the insides didn’t. I just wanted your finger in me. And it was so hot. I’ve had a hard time thinking of anything since,” she admits and my mouth drops open.

“You’re straight, Becka. We’ve went over this many, many, many times. I don’t like women. I don’t let women fuck me. Period.  Let it go. I’m sorry I turned you on. It won’t happen again. Now go take a shower and let me get back to work,” I instruct stringently. I’ve had enough.

“I’ll pay you,” she blurts.

“What!?” I croak out angrily. 

“I will pay you three hundred to suck you off.”

I push my ass back hard and knock her over and her hand falls from between my legs and I turn and face her. I know my eyes are huge and I can feel the heat of agitation pulsating from my flushed cheeks.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I scream.

She scurries back a little and curls into a ball like she’s just been whipped. I instantly feel like a jerk. Shit!

“I’m sorry Becka. I really am.” I lower my tone into something sweet and caring.

“Why won’t you let me?” She whines. Her blonde hair is like a protective layer covering her arms that are tucked tightly around her knees.

“I’ve told you; I don’t like women.”

“But you’re wet. I know I turned you on. Am I ugly?”

I shake my head back and forth, not understanding this at all. This makes no sense.

“Why do you want to so bad? That is the question,” I ask nicely.

“I’ve fantasized about it for years. I’ve slept with women before, a couple of times for work. You know men love when two women fuck. It was alright. But the longer you make me wait to do it the more I want to do it. It started out as a little curiosity when we first met. I tried to flirt with you about it. Then I’ve gotten more aggressive. But after the stuff this weekend, I feel like I’m going to combust. It’s terrible. I’ve masturbated, thinking that will help. But it won’t. You’re like the only forbidden fruit I can’t have a part of and it’s killing me,” she explains.

I just stand here staring at her. Contemplating. If I let her get her way will she let me go? What if I like it and I want more? What if she wants more? What if she doesn’t? What’s the harm? What does it matter? What if she really likes me and wants me as a girlfriend? That’s totally weird. But no is no. She has to give it up.

“I’m sorry Becka. I do think you’re beautiful, you know that. Not wanting this has nothing to do with you. If I chose a woman it would be you. But I don’t like them that way and yes it was hot watching you but it’s not enough to make me cross over into that territory. I’m sorry,” I apologize sincerely. I don’t know how else to explain this. It’s not like she isn’t hot or sexy. It’s not like I’m not tempted to walk the line into bisexuality. But I don’t want to. I don’t even like the fact I get turned on watching her masturbate. That’s more than enough to tell me this is a bad idea. So cutting off her desires at the knees is the only sure fire way to leave our friendship successfully intact. Crossing that threshold is dangerous, just like it is with Brad. Making it a no-no in my book. I’m a stickler for self-preservation.

She stands and doesn’t say another word and I get back to my art. My wetness dries up and I’m thankfully back to normal Alexis.

It’s Tuesday and it’s time for me to go meet Joseph, my favorite man, at the hotel of the night. The Library Hotel in the city. My driver just pulled up out front and let me out. Becka should be on her way to visiting Brian and I am off to see my monthly boyfriend. After the little quarrel yesterday with Becka we haven’t spoken much. We usually eat together and get ready next to each other but tonight she’s been avoiding me. I’m kind of regretting telling her no because if I just gave in things would be normal again and we’d not be in this situation. I don’t know if I humiliated her or if it was just because I told her no. She’s not used to being turned down. Neither am I, honestly.

I retrieved the room number from Brian this morning so I don’t have to pick up a room key. This hotel is one of the best in the city. And I’ve never stayed here before. Joseph keeps upping his game. I wonder why we’ve never stayed in the same place twice. His wife maybe? I don’t know. Not that I’m complaining. Variety is the spice of life.

I knock on the suites door in a short gray trench coat and my pink silk nighty from Joseph underneath with white thigh-highs, a white garter belt and white satin bra. My hair down and my makeup subtly classic.

“Oh my, hello my beautiful lover,” he greets, standing in the doorway, offering me a glass of pink champagne. Which I accept.

“Hello handsome,” I smile and walk past him into the fabulous suite.

I take a sip of the champagne. Yum, it’s delicious. Joseph’s surprisingly still in his blue well-tailored suit, paisley tie and white long-sleeved dress shirt. Totally hot with his brown hair and eyes. He’s model gorgeous.

I sit my drink down on the nightstand and come over to my favorite client. I rub my hands along his chest and unbutton his double button suit jacket. Leaning up, I kiss his neck sensually.

“I missed you,” I whisper trailing soft kisses across his neck up to this chin ending on his lips.

His hand grips my hip through my coat and he growls.

“I’ve missed you way more, Ty. Has my pussy been a good girl this week?” He inquires darkly.

“She’s been begging for her favorite man to love her,” I purr into his ear, my hot breath teasing him. Making him putty in my hands.

He chucks his champagne glass across the room and it shatters against the wall. Diving into his jacket pocket he produces a condom. Tearing it ferociously with his teeth, he shifts me back just an inch and unzips himself, pulling out his monstrous cock and greedily feeds its hardened length with its protective sleeve. Grabbing the belt of my coat and he opens it to reveal my sultry pink nighty. He growls appreciatively and shoves it hastily off my shoulders. I let it fall to the ground and he bends down and grabs by butt cheeks, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist. His hand on my butt, he savagely rips my thong off and tosses it haphazardly on the floor. My body ignites with excitement, loving his fervent lustful madness. It’s hot.

“My cock needs its pussy,” he growls and plunges into my tight hole. Oh god! I scream out in pain. It hurts like hell. I’m soaking wet but damn he’s huge.

“Sorry baby,” he whispers between a hot breaths, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, nibbling my sensitive skin.

He pulls out a little and slams back into me with a roar. He’s ferocious tonight. Turning around, he walks us back against the wall and pushes my back against it. “I’m sorry this is going to be hard on your body baby. But I’ve been dreaming about this since last Friday morning. I missed you so much,” he groans and hammers back into me. I yelp in a mix of pleasure and pain. Sweat is beading from his forehead, I can feel trickle down my neck. 

“I missed you too Joseph. Give it all to me baby,” I purr, egging him on.

He takes that as an open invitation and starts to jackhammer my pussy into submission. Opening her up for him. Building a hard aching climax inside my core. My walls are contacting, wanting to shatter so badly around him. Gasping breaths are met with moans and groans from both of us. A sinful neediness fills us both as he bucks his hard cock into my eagerly awaiting hole. Oh, I’ve missed him.

“Oh fuck,” he moans and quickens his pace. “Yes, Ty. Oh baby, I’ve missed you.”

I grab the back of his hair and hold on for dear life.

“Come for me Ty, I’m so close. I can’t wait. Oh fuck…. Baby…. Come… I can’t stop myself… I need you to come,” he groans through hot ragged breathing. His tongue lapping my neck.

I feel his cock tighten up and I’m not there yet. I squeeze my walls around his cock to milk him and he grunts loudly, shakes and he explodes into me, screaming my name. His body bucking hard into my hole filling the condom deep inside of me, pulse after pulse.

“Fuck!” He yells, unhappily and sets me down on the floor gently. Backing away he forcefully throws his jacket off onto the floor and loosens his tie with a jerk, followed by running his hands through his hair as he begins pacing the room angrily. I’ve never seen him this way. He’s truly pissed. His face is caked with sweat, his face red and his jaw is clinched. His cock is still a semi, hanging out of his suit pants. I don’t know whether to talk to him or let him calm down. I’ve had a man put his hands on me twice in the past week. I think I’ll choose the latter.

I stand against the wall, staring at my monthly boyfriend pacing back and forth in his own world. He stops abruptly after about five minutes. His eyes burn into mine and he stalks his way over to me and stops in front of me dropping to his knees his eyes boring into mine. His hands find my waist and he adoringly holds onto me. His hands resting on the small of my back, his chin on my pubis.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have pulled away or stopped, I know you didn’t come. I’m sorry,” he apologizes sincerely. Which is completely absurd. I can feel the line of escort and girlfriend being fuzzed a bit. I need to make sure he realizes this isn’t about me. It’s about him. That’s why he pays me.

I place my hands sweetly on either side of his face. He’s so handsome. His skin is beautifully tan and his body tall and lean and cut in all the right places. He puts Michelangelo’s statue of David to shame. 

“Sweetie, I want to please you. That is my job. It’s not your job in anyway shape or form to please me. I am just happy you came. I love feeling you fill me,” I say genuinely with a softness to simmer down his temper and foggy unhappiness.

“That’s something I want to talk to you about Ty,” he says and stands up. He grabs my hand and tugs me to the bed. I slide off my white heels and lay them on the floor and lie on the bed where he joins me, still in his clothes.

I frown. “I want my man naked,” I pout, pushing out my bottom lip. 

He chuckles and gets back off the bed. “Oh, so my baby doesn’t like it when I wear my clothes around her, huh?” He winks naughtily.

I shake my head. “No. I. don’t,” I whine like a baby. “I like my man naked so I can see all of his sexiness. You do wonders for a suit. But damn that body without any clothes on is so hot.” I compliment and squeeze my legs together as I suck in my bottom lip for show. Although my core is screaming to be sated. I know I have plenty of time for that. Joseph is a giver. I have no doubt she will be gratified a hundred times over tonight.

He undresses as fast as he can and he’s already hard again. I peer around the room and notice there are no roses for me tonight. That’s strange. Nine months and no roses. Hum.

“I left from work to make it here sweetie. I’m sorry,” he apologizes; it’s like he read my mind. Sliding in next to me he places a hand on my side and caresses my sensitive skin. I love his touch. It ignites something inside of me. Making me want to fuck him beyond the call of duty.

“It’s fine babe. I understand,” I reassure with a sweet smirk.

“So I have two things we need to discuss tonight then I am going to tongue your pussy to make up for my stupidity earlier. I’m so sorry.” He frowns.

I scoot forward and kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

“Talk about whatever you want to, babe,” I urge. This sadness on my client’s face has got to stop. I hate when he’s like this. I like happy, horny Joseph. Not this.

“First one is, I bought you a cell phone.” He turns over and pulls something from his bedside drawer. It’s a pink iPhone and he lays it on the bed between us.

“I know that you have a phone. But Brian won’t let me have the number and I understand the rules. So this phone is just for us. You can call me anytime or text me anytime. You have unlimited data, texting and minutes on this phone. So use it for personal or work or whatever you want. I’ve paid an entire year for it. And you will be the one getting the statements so you know I’m not snooping into your personal records. That’s not what this is for. It’s so I can contact you. Secondly, and this is just a thought. Don’t flip out, please… I want to get snipped.”

“You mean, as in a vasectomy?” My eyes widen and I swallow hard, as he keeps caressing me. His stroking picks up. Like he’s trying to soothe me into calmness faster. But my heart kicks up a notch.

“Yes, I don’t want any more kids. I’m thirty-six. I’m done. Plus, my thoughts are that if I do go through with it, that maybe you’d be willing to have sex with me without a condom anymore. I know you can’t decide today and we’ll both have to discuss it with Brian. But I will provide all the documents you need to prove I’m clean and I already know you’re clean. Brian already supplied all that to me. So if I do, would you be willing to possibly have sex without a condom anymore? I love the feel of you baby and I want to feel all of you,” he explains very gentle and sweetly.

“Are you doing the vasectomy because of me or because of the no more children?” I question, which I think is valid.

He looks deep in thought for a moment. “Honestly, because I can’t lie to you. It’s so I can be with you in the most intimate way possible. I want to do it. I know the pregnancy thing is a huge burden to bear. Although the possibility of sucking my come out of your pussy sounds so good. I know it can’t happen. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to get around it and this is the only way I can see it possible.”

I shake my head. “No.”

He rears back like I’ve just smacked him. “Why?”

“I like you a lot. But I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom. I can’t do it,” I state forwardly even though I am crying on the inside. What kind of man is this perfect to offer all of this? It sounds stupid. But to me it means a lot. But this also means he’s blurring the line he shouldn’t be, that this is business and he’s taking it beyond that. And that means feelings and love are trickling in. Joseph and I cannot have more. Ever. I could never trust him in the romantic sense. He’s hired me for nine months. It wouldn’t be hard for him to do the same to me. That’s why it works as a professional set up. Beyond that is nonnegotiable.

“Never?” His eyes are wide with surprise.

“Nope, never. I pride myself in that. Being twenty-five and never going without a condom. I appreciate the offer and it is very tempting. But this has more to do with me than it does with you.”

He bobs his head acknowledging he understands. “But you’ll accept the phone?” His gaze shifts down examining its location. 

“Yes, as long as you understand if I am working, I can’t respond right away and I can’t reveal my work information to you. It’s confidential.”

He nods, gets up on his knees and pushes me to the bed. Climbing between my legs he lays flat on the bed.

“Now I’m going to make up for my rudeness, baby.” He runs a finger up and down my dripping slit. “So warm and slippery.” He groans.

“You don’t have to…”

He cuts me off. “Shush… This is my time to please my girl.” He pushes a finger gently into my quivering hole. “That’s right baby. I know you want to come.” He flicks his tongue over my clit and I jump. His hand presses down on my belly and he feeds another finger inside; doing his come-hither motion to coax my g-spot into a dripping, writhing submission to his provocation. 

His warm lips incase my hardened bud and he sucks it into his mouth, his nose on my mound. A groan of satisfaction bellows out of his throat. “Yes,” I moan into the air, wanting to buck my hips but his strong arm is holding me firmly to the bed.

He sucks harder and flicks his tongue over my tight bud and I scream and tug my hair as his magical fingers jam into my g-spot at a perfect fusion of pain and pleasure. I pant, trying to catch my breath, my body begging for a release. He’s so good at this. Fuck. Suck my clit, yes… Oh yes… I’m so close. Yes… I’m almost there. Oh god! I bite my lip and try to come off the bed. He won’t let me. I need to come. I want to fuck his fingers. But he’s refusing. Oh shit! His breathing is hot and heavy on my mound. He’s excited just as much as I am. He quickens his sucking and fucking and he bites hard onto my clit. I squeal and break apart in his mouth. I come hard, my pussy sucks his fingers in and I feel a gush of my juices pour out of me as my body rocks on the bed, my hands fist the sheets and I wail in loud cries into the air as my body convulses over and over and over. And he keeps up the rhythm and sucks me harder into his mouth. I roll into another orgasm and it won’t stop. I scream out again and pull my hair writhing in pure ecstasy underneath his perfect onslaught of pleasure. He eats my clit hard and nibbles on it and sucks it enthusiastically. Groaning deep in his throat I can feel him humping the bed, unable to control his feral actions of wanting to fuck me. I grab his head and push him in harder and he groans louder, eating me needier and his fingers swirling furiously inside of me. I’m close. So close. I cry out and come all over his fingers again and he pulls out of me and hurls across the bedroom to his pants, pulls out another condom, rips it open and plunges it over his cock. He dives between my legs and plows his giant cock back into my tight hole. I cry out in gratification and grab his perfect ass hard with my hands, compelling him to fuck me harder.