Allyson hurried through a beautiful old campus, propelling herself forward with determination. She had a hard deadline to meet if she was going to submit her portfolio of drawings and declare Art as her major. The Art department rented out a drawing studio for students upon request, and she was eager to make her hour worth it. Her footsteps lightly pitter-pattered on the bumpy sidewalk as she picked up pace towards the studio. Slate gray clouds above head threatened to pour at any moment.
She tightly grasped her sketchbooks in an attempt to protect the inner pages from potential rain. As she hurried, she turned a sharp corner too quickly and awkwardly bent her ankle. *“Shit!”* she cursed to herself as she tripped. Her coveted sketchbooks went flying from her grip, and scattered along the path. Thick white pages flipped wildly in the wind as Allyson bent down on her hands and knees, saving the pages that were beginning to tear.
An approaching group of guys scooted to the side to avoid her. All but one continued walking. One of the men stopped abruptly, feeling compelled to help her. He waved his friends onward as he stopped, looming above her. She hadn’t noticed him and became startled when he reached down, picked up her belongings, and gracefully lifted her by the hand.
Allyson swiped her copper bangs to the side with her elegant fingers. “That’s very sweet of you, you didn’t have to stop you know,” she said in an angelic voice.
She nervously chuckled as their friendly stare deepened into a flirtatious gaze. He leveled his dark eyes with hers for a few moments too long, causing her heart rate to elevate. He had strong facial features with an angular jaw and prominent brow. His straight nose led down to his plush lips, which he hovered near hers. He revealed a spanish accent when he spoke, “How could I not? I’m Enrique by the way.” They exchanged a delicate handshake before he asked, “Where are you headed to in a hurry?”
His eyes lingered on her lips as she spoke, “Just around the block. To that old creepy art building, I’m trying to get accepted into a very competitive program and I can’t turn in the shit work I’ve done lately. I have to completely start over. God, you know,” her voice elevated as she rambled, “I’ve spent hours on end straining my fingers, only to have to toss-” She took a deep breath, clearly distressed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I guess I’m just venting. I’m Allyson,” she gave him a half-smile.
“You sound upset, can I carry these for you?” He nodded his chin down towards the sketchbooks, which were still in his hands. “Besides I was headed that direction too, actually,” he fibbed.
She hesitated for a moment before accepting, “Why not? Who knows if I’ll trip again! I’m grateful for the help.”
They strolled as the wind blew his beautifully coiffed hair in all directions. His curls tickled his face. As she glanced at him, she began laughing at his expense as he swatted away at his forehead. Her singsong voice reverberated beautifully off of old buildings.
“Come this way, I’ll show you a shortcut.” Allyson suggested.
“Fine, but I vote we take the long way next time.” When she gave him a questioning look, he winked. He followed closely behind as she slipped into a narrow alleyway. It was humid and cramped. He used the darkness and cramped space as an excuse to touch her. He swung his arm and brushed his fingers along hers. When she looked up, he beamed a devious smile.
“Hey!” She laughed as she stopped in her tracks, “I see what you’re doing, slick!”
“Then why don’t you stop me?”
She smiled before replying, “Would you take no for an answer?”
He didn’t reply as he stared deeply in her eyes, studying her face. His body felt a wave of heat as his eyes appreciated her smooth alabaster skin. His eyes lowered from her jawline down to the tight bust of her dress, the fabric just thin enough for him to see her hard nipples. When she started walking again, he noticed her breasts bounced lightly with each step. She turned around as they cleared the alleyway and stood before a large building. “I do greatly appreciate your help. I hope I haven’t seemed overly rushed or anything,” she breathed out, “I’m just worried I won’t be able to finish my last few pieces, I’m on a huge time crunch!” She thanked him again before reaching out for her belongings.
“Wait… Can I watch you draw?” he asked confidently.
Allyson hesitated before responding, “Well, sure. I mean, I expected to be alone. But maybe you could help me with an idea for a new piece? I’m totally stuck.”
“I’m no artist,” he admitted.
She pondered for a moment, then stared off into the sky as she spoke, “Everyone has a bit of an artist soul in them. I find art and beauty everywhere. Art around us is endless… The sound of an angelic voice singing, a woman’s curves, a blooming flower, droplets of morning dew outside,” she continued with passion, “I find beauty in something every single day.”
He stared at her in awe, “You’re an angel, Allyson.” He reached out and held her hand as they walked into the building and down the hall.
The studio was an eerie, windowless room with easels positioned in a large circle. In the middle of the room, there was a bright light shining directly overhead a lone chair, set up for a live subject. Enrique pictured an image of students hurredly figure-drawing a woman in the nude.
Enrique whistled loudly from the doorway, solely to hear the room echo. Satisfied with the sound, he handed Allyson her sketchbooks. He walked towards the lone chair, clearly intrigued. He stopped at the dead center and sat in the old wooden chair.
“Come, I want to see you at work.” Enrique beckoned her over. Nervous, she slowly crossed the room towards him. She could feel his hot breath as he leaned into her as he spoke, “Pick an easel, and sit.”
Allyson raised an eyebrow before she obeyed, selecting an easel in the back. She positioned her sketchbook on the easel and lifted the graphite pencil to her mouth. She rolled it along her lips as wave of hot erotic tension came over her, sending tingles down her spine. She stared at him with inquisitive green eyes as he licked his lips seductively. Allyson got goosebumps as she blushed, feeling waves of electricity spreading out from her quivering pussy. There was a strong, unsaid sexual connection between the two of them.
“Go on then, pose.” She smirked as she spoke, giving him some sass.
Enrique gave his best shot at imitating Michelangelo’s *The Thinker*. He hunched over in the chair and rested his chin upon his closed fist. He looked masculine and stoic as he directed his stare to the ground. They sat in silence as Allyson sketched his outline, capturing his angular silhouette. He sat perfectly still as she studied him, glancing up, observing quick snippets. She outlined where there were shadows and rays of light.
“Shit-” she cursed as the tip of her pencil broke and fell to the floor. She grabbed a new pencil and adjusted herself, getting back to drawing.
When she looked back up, he had changed positions. He was facing her with his legs wide apart and his eyes fixed upon hers. He removed his shirt, exposing his perfectly muscled abdomen. Her eyes instinctively widened as she gazed over his bronzed, chiseled physique. Her mouth became dry as she swallowed hard.
“You’re distracting me! And you keep moving around!” she shamed in in a joking manner, before starting over again on a new sheet of paper. Enrique pouted his lips as he feigned sadness. He sat still a moment, back to his original position. A few moments later, he inched his fingers down his body slowly as he started to unclasp his belt. She froze and stopped moving the pencil.
He stared straight into her as he lowered his pants, exposing a stiff erection, sheathed by the thin fabric of his underwear. She peered at him in shock.
“Keep drawing,” he requested. Again, she obeyed.
Enrique began to ease his fingers underneath the thick band of his underwear, using languid motions to slide them off. His enlarged cock bounced as it was freed. Thick, profound veins wrapped around his dick, throbbing rhythmically with his pulse. His cock’s round head was quickly darkening beneath the surface.
Allyson jolted as she sat straight up, completely taken off guard. She stuttered and stammered, completely flabbergasted. Her jaw hung open, and she gave up trying to speak. Pencils fell one by one, making little tapping noises onto the floor. She shifted in her chair as warm sensations waved down to her swelling clitoris. Her breaths came in quick and ragged. She was paralyzed as he slowly rose from the chair and walked towards her. “Come, sit. I want to taste you.”
Allyson’s heart raced as he glided towards her, took her by the arms, and lowered her to the chair, “Now, you’re *my* subject,” he whispered in her ear.
Her dress swayed with each movement as she sat down. Enrique knelt down in front of her, lightly tracing his fingers from her collar bones to her shoulders and down her arms.
“Relax,” he whispered, as he raised the bottom of her dress and bunched the fabric at her waist, exposing white thighs covered in goosebumps. His sharp teeth grazed her skin as he passionately nipped at her inner thighs. Allyson arched her back, resting her head on the back of the chair as he glided his tongue along her glistening skin, tasting the saltiness of her sweat.
“You taste so good,” he whispered.
She let out a sharp gasp as he squeezed and pulled on her hips, indenting her skin with forceful fingers. Red prints started to bruise as he spread her legs open, pinning them to either side of the chair. He used his fingers to gently spread her inner pussy lips open, revealing silky vaginal juices dripping out of her vagina. Her breaths came in ragged as her body vibrated. He played with her clear, viscous fluids, rubbing it between his fingers. He flattened his tongue and licked from her tender vulva up to her engorged clitoris, circling his tongue softly along its smooth hood. He lightly licked her clitoris in subtle, soft movements. His facial hair tickled her thighs as he proceeded to eat her out with long, easy licks.
Allyson moaned out soft sighs as she jolted, thrusting her hips towards him, begging for more. While grinding her hips in circular motions she begged, “Please…faster.”
He growled as he pressed his mouth firmly on her, rapidly flicking his tongue on her clitoris. He sucked up a mixture of his saliva and her musky fluids before returning his pointed tongue to side-to-side flicks.
Her legs started to convulse as she gripped the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her brow furrowed as she licked her redding lips, coming closer to climax. He rubbed his finger to the opening of her vagina and eased two fingers into her as he continued with his tongue. Her warm vaginal walls tightened firmly around his fingers. She screamed out his name as all of her nerve endings exploded, erupting in a head-splitting orgasm. She cried out whimpers of delight as fireworks continued to go off in her head.
Enrique felt her tight vaginal walls pulsating from the inside. Beads of sweat dripped down her temples causing her flyaways to curl tightly up around her face. Her cheeks had turned bright red and tears had gathered in her eyes. Her mouth was dry as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.
He rose from his knees and wiped her dripping fluids from his chin. She could smell her pussy as he lingered his lips over hers. She leaned in and kissed him, tasting her own tangy juices.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/go3sh6/an_artists_desirable_subject_mf_oral_fiction