Alley Pose
The crowd was not as noisy as you would have expected from
that sized gathering. Perhaps 200 people standing around
looking at Paul's art and speaking in hushed tones.
Paul watched them and smiled to himself, his art had a way
of catching people off guard. They knew they were coming
to see an erotic art show, but they didn't expect the
power of the art to arouse them as much as it did.
Their voices were breathy and excited. They tried to retain
their composure as they looked at image after image of nude
forms, and fucking, and kinky perversions all captured
in pigments on canvas. The acrylic paints had a texture
to them when you looked closely . . .almost as though you
could see the wet smears of paint his fingers left behind
as he caressed the images, teasing them to heated perfection
before displaying them.
In all, the art was more like foreplay then art. The scenes
depicted in such detail that the viewers felt a voyeuristic
thrill as they peeked in on assorted naughtiness from the
safety of the gallery. Paul looked around and drank in the
unstated frenzy of arousal around him. He could feel them
getting hornier and hornier as they looked and whispered
and dreamed of his dirty little secrets.
Someone was speaking to him, some balding middle-aged
yuppie who just wanted his attention for a little while
to feel he was part of the art process, offering him inane
ideas and commentary. Paul smiled and nodded as he half
listened, his eyes though searched the crowd for her, he
knew she was near, he could feel her.
Linds was walking around casually chatting with people,
watching them and grinning inside at the thrill she felt.
About half the paintings were of her although most were
not of her face. She was the model for the kinky little paintings
these people were ogling, never realizing the real life
body was next to them. She listened to their arousal and
excitement and felt herself getting more and more excited
as they stared at her and wanted her without ever knowing
whom she was.
As they spoke about the blatant images, the cock sliding
into the pussy, the fingers inserted, the cum dripping,
she relived the events, the moments those paintings captured.
She smiled and slipped among the people, moving a bit closer
then normal, enjoying feeling her body "accidentally"
rubbing against the crowd.
Paul caught sight of her, long black dress that clung to
her form like water, curly blondish hair, dark eyes, ruby
lips . . .he paused and saw her as living art . . .his paintings
wandering around and seducing the crowd. She caught his
glance and smiled back at him, winking, knowing what he
was thinking. Then she slipped back into the crowd and out
of sight. He growled under his breath. She was playing hard
to get, which of course, made getting her all the more imperative.
"I love this piece." Some fat woman with three
chins was saying and grasping at his arm. His first thought
was to pull away and tell her to keep her hands to herself
but then he remembered where he was and that rent was an important
aspect to life. He turned to her and smiled.
"That one was a lot of fun to do as well." He said.
She clucked and smiled and blossomed under his attention.
"The subject is so enthralling. The nubile female
form in the rain." She said analyzing it for him like
he had never seen it before.
"Rain?" Paul asked.
"Why yes . . .the water running over her skin and soaking
her clothing . . .such a picture of innocent sensuality."
She nodded to him.
Paul looked at the painting. "Hmmm." He pondered
her words.
"I am assuming that was the meaning behind it."
She said rather arrogantly.
Paul shrugged. "Well...not really." He said.
He really hated when the buyers tried to know so much.
"What do you mean not really? You can see the water
cascading over her, like she is washed new . . ."
"It's not water." Paul interrupted her.
"Not wa. . ." She looked confused.
"It's piss. She's just been given a golden
shower." Paul looked at her and smiled, his grin widening
as the woman's face twisted in shock. "She's
been washed clean in piss." Paul said and nodded to
her and then motioned to the painting. She murmured an excuse
and slipped quickly away.
Paul started to chuckle to himself and then saw his agent
standing across the room giving him a very dirty look. It
wasn't the smartest of moves, but it was a lot of fun
to shock the rich fat cats that came to buy his art. The agent
gave him several discrete hand gestures and Paul sheepishly
nodded . . . he had to play nice.
He walked around and paused to accept praise and thank VIPs
for coming, eyes always watching for her but she was not
anywhere he could see. He chatted here and there and kept
moving, seeking her, trying to find her. The more she hid,
the more he wanted to find her.
He was standing and talking to one couple, an attractive
mid 40's couple that of course had their own interpretation
for his art. They were explaining to him about the value
of his work and how it delved into dark images within the
human psyche. He was half interested in what they had to
say so he didn't noticed when she slipped up behind
him and was just standing there, back to him when he glanced
around.
She was looking at a large 24 x 48 piece and sipping wine.
"You like that one?" He asked, suddenly forgetting
the couple that was still talking to him as he stepped away.
"It has a certain something to it." She said.
"It was a lot of fun to do as well." He said leaning
in to whisper to her. "I got to fuck the model."
She feigned a look of shock and he nodded. "Ya . . .I
know . . .shocking . . .but we fucked a lot before I did this
one."
"Hmmmm. . . . was she any good?" Linds asked.
"Not bad." He said.
"Just not bad huh?" She asked.
"Ya well. . You know." He made a shrugging motion.
"It was a long time ago . . .memories fade. . .from what
I remember she was not bad."
Linds nodded and sipped her wine. "Hmmm...maybe
you should fuck her again and refresh your memory."
She raised an eyebrow to him.
"Maybe." He agreed. Then he turned and walked
towards the back of the gallery, pausing to allow some gay
couple to fawn over his depiction of a naked man. She watched
him go and bit her lip. He knew she had to follow him now. .
.she couldn't let the "Not Bad" comment
go.
She brushed past him, pausing and turning so that his hand
pressed against her pussy through the dress for a moment
and then she moved on, knowing he was watching her walk away.
She stopped in front of the bar towards the rear of the gallery
and got another glass of wine. Looking in the mirror behind
the bartender, she could see him casually weaving his way
to her and she smiled, now he couldn't let that go, he
had to follow.
They tagged each other, one following and teasing the other
in discrete, subtle ways, and then moving on; the other
following and teasing in return. They circled the gallery
until they were at the back door and chatting casually with
an old man who was a fan of Paul's and had enough money
to warrant special attention. Linds stepped up to the back
door and without looking back, stepped out into the back
alley and let the door close behind her. Paul watched her
go as he spoke with the old man, waiting for a good moment
to excuse himself.
Finally breaking free he too slipped to the back door and
out into the night beyond. Linds was waiting for him, finishing
her wine and leaning against a dumpster. Paul grinned and
let the door slam shut behind him, stalking up to her with
pure hunger in his eyes.
She laughed and tried to step away, playfully acting like
she was going to run from him. His hand locked around her
free wrist and he snapped her back against him. Taking the
glass from her other hand, she held the stem and broke the
goblet against the wall. She laughed and pulled away again
and again he snapped her back hard against his body.
She could feel his cock was already half hard as she looked
up into his eyes. He was smiling and released her hand, grabbing
down in one fluid motion to grasp her dress and pull it up.
She tried to push it down but he was too fast and soon it was
pulled up to her waste. She tried to pull back but he yanked
on the fabric and brought her back again.
Her breathing was ragged from arousal but, she wasn't
giving in that easy. She pushed his chest and pulled back
against, the dress fabric slipping from his grasp and she
was able to step back against the cold, damp brick wall.
Grinning at her victory, she stuck her tongue out at him.
Paul grinned and stepped forward with his normal catlike
grace and she heard a low growl starting deep in his throat.
She pushed at him again but this time he didn't move
at all. His hand grabbed the dress again and she tried to
push his away, laughing and playful as she squirmed to get
out of his grasp. Instead, his hand clenched the fabric
tightly and pulled her around. He tossed her with ease against
the cold, wet stone, his hand instantly at her shoulder
pinning her in place.
She tried to push back, to slip away but he had her pinned
now and she felt his weight pushed against her back. He growled
once and then a low, evil laugh. She opened her mouth to talk
but before she had a chance to speak, his hand pushed her
face flat against the wall and she went silent. For a long
moment, they both stood motionless and silent in the dark
alley. They could hear the gallery beyond the door, the
people walking by on the street just out of sight. . .cars.
. .sirens. . .life just beyond sight.
Then she felt a tug at the fabric and before she knew what
was happening, the sound of shredding clothe. The jagged
stem of the goblet cut into the dress between her legs, thrusting
the sharp tip in and down savagely. She moaned and jumped
as he slashed down and cut the dress . . .a long slit down to
the bottom. She whimpered as he pulled the dress bottom
open and the cold night air flooding in against her bare
legs.
The shard of glass caressed her legs, up the thighs, across
her panty covered ass. She made a great effort not to shake
but she still was trembling as he grabbed her panties and
slashed down one side, cutting the elastic free and baring
her cunt to the night. She moaned as she heard the glass shatter
at the far end of the alley, he tossed it once he was finished
with it. Now his hands were on her, all over her. She moved
and his hand grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face
against the wall again.
His free hand explored her, roughly playing with her soaking
lips, teasing her cunt, spreading her wide open. She moaned
and began to beg him for more and he laughed at her and spread
her ass cheeks apart. She heard his zipper and then his fingers
returned, thrusting into her pussy, checking to make sure
she was sloppy wet for him. She moaned and whimpered as he
finger fucked her, growling for her to be quiet or he'd
have to make her be quiet. Then as he shoved in a second finger
he bit her shoulder hard.
She almost squealed but bit her own lip to hold the sound
in. His breath against her skin and the feel of his body pressing
against her, she felt herself starting to cum, the burning
building and exploding. He jammed his fingers deep into
her and wiggled them as her pussy clenched around them and
she came. He kept finger fucking her as her cum dripped out
and down his knuckles.
He pulled his fingers out of her and placed his hand against
her lips, rubbing her own cum on her face and laughing quietly,
fingers pushing into her mouth, making her suck her juices
from his hand. She tasted herself and began to lick and suck,
cleaning him, loving the taste of her own pussy mixed with
the flavor of his flesh. She cleaned him well and he kissed
her neck as a reward, nibbling and biting her playfully.
She moaned and arched her back slightly, quivering as his
teeth teased her body.
Then, without warning, the hand around her neck pulled
her away from the wall and pushed her over the edge of the
dumpster. She tried to push back out of fear of falling but
he held her exactly where he wanted her, bent over and leaning
against the trash can lid. His other hand spread her cheeks
and just as she was getting her bearings back from being
thrown over the dumpster, his cock rammed into her. It was
one long hard thrust and his big cock stretched her cunt
and filled her up.
There wasn't even time to scream as he began to brutally
fuck her, deep, hard and fast. She could barely catch her
breath as his hand slipped from her neck to her hair and taking
two great handfuls, he started to ride her as fast as he could
fuck. His thrusts were so hard the dumpster kept shifting
slightly, squealing in protest as he rammed hard enough
to move it.
She wanted to scream but couldn't find any breath,
he was fucking her so hard, so fast, she could barely stand.
His own breathing was ragged and almost a growl as he bent
over her to ram it in harder and deeper. His hands pulled
her hair until she arched her back into his thrusting cock,
taking each fuck full depth and so hard her whole body shook.
As his breath got more and more ragged and the thrusts began
to lose their rhythm. . .she knew he was close to cumming.
She wanted to feel his cum shooting into her, filling her.
She moaned and pushed back into his fucking, begging with
her body for the cum she had earned. He rammed into her again
and again, his breathing raspy and ragged and animal like.
Thrusting it into her again, he bent over and bit her shoulder
until she could not help but scream, she was certain blood
would be flowing from the bite. Growling he thrashed his
head back and forth, like a predator killing it's prey.
Linds felt her entire body turn into fire, the pain, the
fucking, it all blended and she started to cum hard. She
felt her cum squirting out of her cunt and all over him. She
couldn't stand but his grasp of her hair kept her on
top of the dumpster as he slammed into her and threw back
his head and let out a dangerous growling groan.
She felt his hot cum streaming into her, blast after blast
of searing hot cum filling her and dripping out of her. She
cried as she came, her pussy milking his cock dry, clenching
vice like around him as he thrust into her again and again,
squishing both of their cum out of her and down her legs.
She collapsed on the dumpster lid, panting, weeping. He
stepped back, his breath still ragged, sweat pouring down
his face. He was grinning that wolf like grin of his, satisfied
with how his art looked as she lay there. She knew this scene
would be next. . .she was his art, posed and captured by his
eye.
"Ya. . .she wasn't bad at all." He said with
a growling voice. She grinned back at him, her body shaking
from an after shock. "Not bad at all."
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