I was standing in the middle of the last empty room, trying to figure out what colors I wanted to paint it. The white primed walls were beckoning me to add something to them. I wanted to use this room as my office for the time being, so I needed the walls to be inspiring. I needed them to keep me engaged, motivated, yet focused at the same time. Having the personality that I do, I know not 1 color will be able to give me the desired results I wanted.
My mind wandered to how much things have changed for me over the course of the past couple of years. I am standing in MY house, that I own, and I can afford all on my own. I have land, a yard, and the ability to paint my rooms whatever color I want, without asking ANYONE for their opinion. Being free has so many seemingly small advantages, that make the daily struggles so worth it.
As I look around me, I see a dozen different cans of paint. I have all of the basic colors. I bend down and start to pop the lids off the cans. I glance over to the different ideas I have pinned on my computer. Suddenly I remember the paintings I used to do with my kiddos when they were younger. I loved letting the kids paint gifts for everyone. I would squirt acrylic paint all over a piece of poster board, or drywall, and let them walk, crawl, use their fingers and toes, to create whatever they wanted.
I knew what I was going to do, and I knew I needed help to put my adult “spin” on my idea. As if he could read my mind, in he walks. He comes up behind me, and gives me a squeeze. “How is it going in here? It is still pretty white love.”
I spin around, and place a kiss on his lips. “Your timing is impeccable as usual lover!” I say. “I just had an amazing idea, and I could really use your help, as I pull his shirt over his head.”
He smiles, as he pulls me closer. “I have no idea how this is going to help you paint your office, but I am completely game to provide you with whatever assistance you need!”
I step back and allow him to take off my shirt and bra. He bends down and runs his tongue across my nipple. My breath catches as his teeth click off my barbell. My head tips back, and my hands reach for his hair.
He kisses his way back up to my mouth. When his lips find mine, I am hungry, and he can tell. He pulls his face back and looks at me with raised eyebrows. “That’s my girl.” He says. “But, lets paint the walls first. Work before play remember?”
I respond with a sly smile, and say “As you wish. Let’s paint.”
“First things first” I say, “there is a little bit of work to be done. Before we can paint, we must prepare the space. Remove anything that could be in the way, and hinder proper application of the paint” I look him directly in the eyes as I untie his sweat pants. I run my hands over his ass cheeks, as I lower his pants. I bend down and kiss his hip bone as I lower his pants to the floor.
I stand back up, and he is grinning at me. “How is this painting the wall my lady?”
“Easy” I say, as I run my paint filled hands over his ass cheeks, turning them a gorgeous shade of purple. I lean in, kissing him hard, and walk him backwards to the wall, grinding into him. The realization of exactly how I wanted to paint the walls registers with him, and he starts laughing. “I see how it is now!” as he steps away from the wall.
We both look back at the perfect ass cheeks printed on the wall. I moan deep in my throat, and look back at him. “Why can’t we have work AND play at the same time?”
He chuckles and says “we are about to make a mess aren’t we?”
“When have you known me not to make a mess lover?” as I step in front of him. “Care to help a girl out?” I rock my hips and raise my paint covered hands. He takes his hands and grasps my jeans by the waist band. He pulls me to him an unbuttons and unzips my pants. He bends down and helps me take off my pants, kissing my thigh and my knee as he removes each leg.
When he stands, I feel cold on my ass. His devilish smile widens as he walks me back into the wall right next to his purple cheeks.
I pull off the wall, and notice 2 teal, round, large circles, right next to his purple ones. I look at them for a minute, and I feel the same coolness on my boobs. I look down and see perfect fuchsia handprints across my boobs. He spreads the paint, and walks us to the wall, and leans into my back. I am pressed into the wall, leaving 2 smaller globes right above my teal butt print.
I turn around and kiss him, my hands on his stomach. I pull away after I have a realization. “I know this is not going to work EXACTLY how I imagined it will, since we are going to have to do everything vertically, and not horizontally, but lets see what we can do. Even if it is only on 1 wall. I have an idea for the others.”
I walk around him and bend down, grabbing red and yellow paint. I rub it on his back, creating a red-orange-yellow color melt all across his back. I dip my hands in the bucket of water, washing them off and drying them on the towel next to the bucket. I walk him into the wall, but do not press him into it. “Sit down?” I politely question, “just try not to touch the wall yet.” I bend down with him, and position myself between his legs. I get him situated perfectly against the wall, and I press his shoulders flat. I run my hands down his chest, pressing his back to the wall, the entire way down.
When I get to his hips, I bend down, and take his cock in my mouth. It was playtime for me, just for a minute. I love taking his semi-soft cock in my mouth, and feeling it grow in my throat. I can feel him starting to get thicker, and he growls in his throat. “Not fair” he says. I can’t move.”
I lift my head up and say “Yes you can. Just try to keep your shoulders on the wall.” He nods as he readjusts himself. I lean back down, and get back to work. I push him as far back as I can, making sure to get him nice and wet, the entire length. I can feel him stretch the back of my throat as I push his head farther and farther down. My hands grasp his base, and start moving in unison to my mouth. I feel his hands gather my hair into a ponytail. I look up and make eye contact with him, as I slide him all the way out of my throat. I run my tongue across his head, and along the underside of the ridge of his head. I hear his breath catch and see his head roll back. His eyes close, and I feel him relax as he allows me to please him.
“Stop” he breathes. I slide him out of my mouth and look at him. “Its my turn now, but I dont dare move until you help me not to smear the wall. He smiles at me as I rise to my knees.
Together, I help him peel himself off the wall. The shape that is left is a beautiful, almost sunset looking, variation of colors that blended very well with what little movement he did make.
As he stands, he takes his hands, and dips them into the dark purple and pink paints. He runs pink along my stomach, and purple across my tits. He goes to the bucket, and rinses his hands off, and dips them in the black, and blue paint. The black gets run across my chest, and the blue goes across my ribs. he then uses his hands to blend the colors together, going for a galaxy look. He bends down and kisses me as he walks me to the wall.
He spins me around and presses me against the wall. He takes his foot and spreads my feet apart. “Stay here” he says, as I feel him walk away from me. I can hear his hands in the bucket of water again. He is rinsing the paint off them. I hear the towel drop to the floor, and I can feel his warmth on my back as he comes back over to me. He tells me to keep my chest pressed on the wall. I feel his hands rubbing my ass. He grips my ass cheeks, as he kisses the base of my spine. “SMACK” he slaps my ass. “SMACK” he hits the other cheek. I moan and start to rock back and forth on my feet. “SMACK SMACK” both cheeks receive a slap in rapid succession.
“I told you not to move. I do not want to mess up your wall.” He drops to his knees, and he is rubbing and kissing my cheeks. I feel him spread them, as his tongue traces along my crack. He runs it down to my ass hole, just teasing me. His tongue rolls in circles around, making me moan and clench. I must have moved, because I am snapped out of my bliss by another well placed “SMACK”. He traces his tongue between my legs, and I feel him at the opening of my pussy. I can tell how wet I am already. His fingers follow his tongue, and I feel them plunge inside me.
“Oh, by baby girl is ready for me, isn’t she?” I moan my answer, and am again snapped back my “SMACK”. “I am sorry Daddy, of course I am ready for you. I am always ready for you.” I say. He stands up, and I feel him line his head up with my pussy. I sharply inhale as he plunges inside me.
I do not know what it is about his cock. OMG. His first initial thrust is enough to make me cum. He puts his head close to my ear and says “You need to stay still. Keep your chest on the wall.” I nod my agreement, and try my hardest to stay still.
As amazing as it feels, neither of us are going to cum from this position. I am getting sore from holding myself flat to the wall, and I know it is getting uncomfortable for him as well. “I have another idea we can try. Can I set it up and we try it?”
“Of course. This is your office. We can do whatever you would like!”
He pulls out of me, and I drop to my knees to clean him off, as I do every time. I walk out of the office, and into the hallway. I come back with a drop cloth that I spread out in the middle of the floor. It is the same size as the room, so I know the chances of making a mess are slim.
I walk back out into the hallway, and bring in a 4X4 piece of drywall I had cut in preparation of this possibility. I walk back out and grab the other 4X4 piece and lay it on the drop cloth next to the other. I walk over to the cans of paint, and pour some of each color, randomly, on each of the pieces of drywall.
I look at him and say “Ready?” He raises an eyebrow and says “Really? This is how you want to do it?” I smile as I grab my hair and crank it into a bun. “Told you I am messy!” With a wink, I walk up to him and kiss him deep. “We just have to be careful about getting paint inside of me. I have no idea how my body will react to it. Even if it is non toxic acrylic, I am not wanting to explain that to the Dr when I need to go in for meds!” He chuckles and agrees. “You and your super sensitive body. Don’t worry. We will be careful.”
He lowers himself onto the drywall, and sharply inhales when his body touches the cold paint. The look of shock and surprise is priceless. After he scootches himself in place, I straddle over top of him. I bend over and kiss him, as I lower my mouth to his cock. My favorite thing in the world, is to suck him from soft to hard. I love feeling him grow inside my mouth. I love hearing his breath catch, and feel him get super hard when he is enjoying himself. I put my hand down, to steady myself as I readjusted myself over him, and start to rock my hips on his cock.
I tease his head with the mouth of my pussy. Taking him in an inch or two, to slide all the way to the tip. I then slide him an inch or 2 deeper. Back and forth with this little teasing game I play with him. When he least expects it, I slam him fully inside me. His head lifts up, his eyes roll up in his head, and he groans loudly as he feels himself enter me fully.
He looks up at me and gives me a look that tells me I am in for it. He has let me be in control of him long enough. It is his turn now. His hands grasp my warm ass cheeks, as he lifts me up and slams me down in him over and over again. He grabs my hips and rocks me back and forth, allowing me to feel him deep inside me. I look down at him, and glance at my stomach. I can see the bulge of his massive cock, pushing on me from the inside. He takes his thumb and starts rubbing my clit. He is trying to make me cum. He knows just what rhythm it takes, and what combination to rub, to make me cum intensely. I feel my toes start to tingle and curl. My hands grasp his chest as my orgasm tears through me.
I lay down on his chest, trying to catch my breath, and he whispers in my ear “Hold on” as he rolls us over. As I slide into the wet paint, I feel him enter me. He takes his arms and pins my hips to the ground. He starts moving, and I am being slid all over my drywall. I can feel the paint sliding me all over the drywall. He is moving in and out, and it feels so damned good.
I look up at him, and I can see paint on his shoulders. This is actually pretty fun. I catch his eye, and he winks at me, as he increases his speed. My feet come up and wrap around his hips. I want to feel him in me as far as he can go. I use my grip around him to lift my hips. Just that slight angle change makes his eyes fly open. I can tell he is going to cum.
I close my eyes as I can feel my own orgasm building. His hand comes up and presses into my chest and neck. That is all it takes for me. I clench around his cock, and my body starts shaking as my orgasm literally rips through me. He lets out a deep moan as I feel him unload in me.
He looks down at me and sighs. He bends over and kisses me gently. “Let’s see how it looks.” As he stands up. He holds his hands out to help me up.
As I sit at my desk, and look at the paintings on my wall, I smile and feel a tingle down there. These paintings are now one of my most prized possessions. I get to relive the day we made them every time I look at them. How can that not motivate me!
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