I went to a museum the other day to look at a new exhibit and was happy to see a large turn out. I took my time looking at a few exhibits and then took a break to get an espresso. While I sat, I noticed a really cute guy walk in. He stood in line. He got a ticket. He checked his coat. He stood in middle of the lobby and looked all over.
Where to go, where to go, I imagined him saying to himself.
And then, we locked eyes. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. I held up my espresso.
“Coffee?” I mouthed to the total stranger.
He wrinkled his brow.
Is this chick asking me to get a coffee with her? I imagined him saying.
I bit my bottom lip, looking down at him from the second floor espresso bar. He smiled and headed to the stairs. He walked around the corner and approached me.
“Hi,” he said. But it sounded like more of a question.
“Hello,” I said with a smirk.
“I’m Steve,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Lucy,” I said, shaking his hand.
He ordered an iced latte. We talked for a while and then hit the galleries, talking about what exhibits we were most excited to see. As we browsed, we headed to the Renaissance gallery.
“God they’re all so hot,” I said, looking at the nudes of women. “They had hairy pussies, thick thighs, big tits, rock hard nipples. They weren’t ashamed of their bodies like we are today.”
“I’ve always been drawn to this look. Women who look like women.”
His response made my cunt wet.
I wanted to spend the entire day at the museum, but I could tell that wouldn’t happen now. I was eager to suck his cock. I was eager to get bent over and fucked. Hard.
“Yeah?” I asked. “You like the way she looks?”
I pointed to a Modigliani painting of a woman in bed. She had a full bush. Big hips.
“I love it,” he said.
I chewed my bottom lip. I looked around. There were crowds and crowds of people. I was desperate to show him my bush, like a child seeking approval from an older kid. I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to like my body.
He watched me as I lingered, maybe even a little awkwardly, my eyes darting around. I looked down. He followed my gaze. And when I felt the coast was clear, I pulled my leggings down just enough for my bush to peak out.
“Oh,” he said. “Hello.”
“Hi,” I said as we locked eyes. “The sad thing is, I really wanted to spend the whole day here. But … I’m dying to get outta here.”
“I have an idea,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the elevator. “Come with me.”
He took me to the ground floor. He whisked me down a hallway. And then down another hallway.
“A bathroom,” I said, nearly drooling with excitement.
He swung the door open and lead me in. The bathroom was pristine. As if nobody had used it in days. He locked the door behind us and hoisted me onto the sink, yanking my leggings down to my ankles. He leaned down and put his mouth into my hairy pussy, licking my clit.
“Ohmygod,” I groaned.
He ran his tongue over my clit.
“Your body is incredible,” he moaned as he hoisted my shirt up and pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor.
He shoved two fingers in my cunt and pumped. I was soaking wet. My juices ran over his fingers. He pulled them out and put them in my mouth. I sucked.
“You taste so good,” he grunted.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” I whispered.
He fingered me harder. He spat on my clit and licked, keeping pressure. I moaned and writhed on the bathroom sink. I braced myself. I was close. I was so close.
“Right there,” I groaned. “Keep your tongue right there.”
He kept licking. I was dripping all over the floor. A nice puddle of squirt was forming.
“I’m gonna cummmmm,” I yelled.
“Do it,” he shouted.
I arched back and squirmed. I slid off the sink, he held me and lowered me to the floor. To my squirt puddle. I writhed and squirmed on the floor like a fish out of water.
“Jesus Christ,” he moaned. “You’re so hot when you cum.”
“Give me your cock,” I commanded.
He unzipped and dropped his pants to his ankles. I crawled to my knees and wrapped my lips around his shaft, gagging and taking him deeper and deeper.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he moaned as he held my head firmly in place and pumped his cock down my throat.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I slurped and sucked, taking him deeper. My eyes started to water. I had mascara all over my cheeks.
“Deeper,” he grunted. He forced his cock down my throat.
“AAUUUUGH!” I gagged, pushing him off.
“Spit on it,” he grunted.
I leaned forward and drooled a mouthful of thick spit onto his cock.
He slid his cock back into my mouth and pumped.
“More,” he begged. “Deeper. Deeper.”
He yanked out and smacked his cock on my face, leaving a sticky wet mark.
“Let me fuck you,” he begged.
I crawled on my hands and knees to the toilet. He stepped behind me and entered my hairy cunt from behind while I gripped onto the toilet for dear life.
He pumped. Hard. He fucked my brains out over the toilet, slamming into me harder and harder. He hooked a finger into my mouth.
“HARDER!” I groaned as he fishhooked me.
He was pumping so hard. So fast. My cunt couldn’t take it. I was so turned on. So horny for him. My pussy was so creamy. His cock was slathered in it. He forced a finger down my throat, gagging me.
A wave of saliva gushed out. He caught it in his hand and smeared it across my face as he fucked me even harder.
“God you’re so deep!” I cried out. “Let me ride you!”
Within seconds, Steve was sitting on the toilet and I was straddling his thick cock. I bounced up and down on him. My pussy lips suctioned around his shaft. His cock was getting creamier and frothier from my cunt.
“Yes! YES!” I screamed.
“You’re gonna make me cum!” He howled.
“Paint my face,” I begged as I dropped off his cock. He stood over me and stroked himself.
“You’re gonna make me cum!!” He shouted louder.
“Do it! Fucking cover me! Paint my whore face!”
He stepped forward and ejaculated four heavy ropes of cum onto my face and into my hair and mouth.
“Your cum tastes so good,” I moaned as I licked his cum off the tip of his cock. He braced himself against the wall, trembling as a few more drops of sperm dripped onto my tongue. I swallowed.
“Wow,” I moaned. He helped me off my knees, I walked to the mirror. I could see him admire my thick thighs and big juicy ass. I was just a little bit curvy, but I could feel him eyeing me. His lust was palpable.
“Wow,” I said as I looked at my cum soaked face in the mirror. Suddenly, it dawned on me. We weren’t at home. I couldn’t jump into a shower. I couldn’t change clothes. I had a face full of cum.
“Should I go outside like this?” I asked. “Covered in your jizz?”
He laughed.
“You’ve painted me,” I said. “I’m walking art.”
Steve chuckled and stepped closer to me. He ran his fingers over my face, scooping up his semen. I held my mouth open and let him feed it to me. We got dressed. Washed up and headed back out to look at more art.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11qm6ae/walking_art_fucked_and_facialized_in_a_museum