Blue. Of all things, it was a pretty shade of blue that caught my eye.
I have a “line,” if you will. Something that gets me more replies than any creative compliment ever has. If I find someone attractive, I offer to sketch them.
It helps that I’m an extremely fast and somewhat talented artist. So if they reply and ask for a sketch, I don’t lose a whole day working on it, and they get something sexier than a stick figure.
So if I’m looking to make a friend in a city I plan on visiting, I search through piles of profiles. The profile pictures grab my eye, but then I like to go deeper. Usually I look for women in their 20s and 30s, women who are not lesbians and women that are not purely Dommes. Other key perks are actively looking for play partners, or something interesting on the profile.
And on her profile, there were no pictures of her. Just a scenic view, with this brilliant shade of blue on some umbrellas. But I really liked the color, and felt this need to message her, complimenting it.
She told me about where the picture was from and we talked a little about travel. But eventually she pinned me down and asked what I really was after, and I was honest. I was planning a trip to her city, I was looking for potential play partners and also people to sketch.
She poked through my art portfolio, and we joked and chatted for a bit. I was really starting to like the blue umbrellas, but then sent me some pictures of herself. A sweet smile, slender frame, and the hint of pierced nipples pushing through her shirt. Tame, pretty, with a hint of naughty.
I needed to know more.
We continued to flirt and feel each other out. I sketched her butt, and she instantly decided that she needed a million more sketches of her. I offered to keep sketching her for the whole month. As an artist, it actually helps me improve to use the same subject. As a perv, I wanted to give her lots of attention in hopes of seducing her.
She sent me a slew of butt pictures, starting tame with cute skirts and yoga pants, then bikini bottoms, then panties. Soon the panties were gone, and spanking marks were on her.
She was a very naughty girl.
Each day I sketched her, purposely starting with the tame ones and working up. Studying her ass, I started fantasizing more and more about what I wanted to do to her. She gave me a firm maybe, and I kept sketching.
But eventually I ran out of pictures. She knew it, too. To fix this, she stripped down to her panties and did an impromptu pose session with a black dildo, licking and biting it. And the thing that really got me hard, she asked for me to pose her.
I gave her three quick poses to do (licking her finger, biting her lip, and pushing her hand down her panties), plus an extra one of her smiling knowing that she got me hard. And I got to work sketching her some more, staying as patient as I could.
My desire for this brat was starting to build. She was a whole foot shorter than me. A cumslut. A brat that loved to be choked, spat on and spanked. A woman that enjoyed being called a slut, hole, whore and cumdump. I thought about tying her up, picking her up, throwing her around the room. I wanted her bad. I would have fucked her in the second I stepped off the plane.
I made a decision Monday: no more cumming until Thursday. I wanted to paint her.
And Tuesday, the response came, even if I didn’t: “Name the time and place,” she wrote.
Following TSA regulations, I didn’t choose the airport. Instead I told her which hotel I was at, and gave myself enough time to check in, unpack, wash and put on clean clothes. I also sent her some notes of how I wanted her dressed – skirt, matching bra and panties, and a somewhat tame blouse.
Seeing her at the hotel bar, she was perfect. I gave her a hug, we sat and had a drink. It’s nice to be able to have someone that can carry a good conversation, even if we’re both thinking about being filthy to each other. Sitting with her, I noticed she was wearing wire earrings in the shape of artistic dicks. It was the perfect blend of horny and silly.
The second she was done with her drink, I was ready to drag her out of the bar if I had to. Everything between my knees and my waist felt tight, and I was regretting the days spent without cumming.
We started slow in the room, taking photos of her sucking on my thumb. I didn’t even need to instruct her, the second my thumb touched her lips she started to tease at it.
I could feel my cock throbbing. I turned her around to focus on her ass. Bending her over, shooting up her skirt. She leaned back into me, rubbing her cheeks against the bulge of my pants. I was growling low breaths, and cursing how good her ass felt.
My biggest mistake of the night was telling this brat what was going on, that I hadn’t cummed in a few days. Giving her fuel to tease me with, while I was already planning on slowly edging and resisting her for the 30 minutes. I set a goal of getting at least a dozen good photos of her to finish my month of sketches.
She immediately took the brat approach, trying to seduce me into forgetting about my camera, and into cumming as quickly as possible. I would wager she really wanted to make me jizz in my pants.
I dragged her by her neck over to the mirrored closet door, taking selfies as I choked her and she smiled. I moved my hand from her throat to down her skirt, mostly for the pictures. It was too soon to start playing with her pussy, I needed to torment her more.
I helped her out of her blouse, revealing a cute lace bra with black tiger details. I retook the choking selfies, knowing that the ones with the bra would look better. She continued to rub her ass against my hard cock. I started thinking about cumming deep inside of her pussy. My self control was slipping. I don’t remember telling her to take her skirt off. Instead, I remember looking at one of the most perfect asses I’ve ever seen. Round, firm, with a strip of black lace that barely counted as underwear.
We took a series of ass pictures. Spread, panties to the side, my hand squeezing her cheek, my fingers stroking her pussy… feeling how wet her cunt was, I slid a finger in. Her moans… I could have fucked her then.
I fought for control. I pulled down her panties, and her brat instincts caught me off guard, paying too much attention to my dick and not enough to her. She gleefully pulled her panties back up. I pulled them off a second time, this time over her shoes, then into her mouth as I squeezed her neck.
I rolled her over, reared back and gave her a hard, spread-hand slap against each cheek. Interestingly, it made more of a mitten of red instead of a handprint. Annoyed, I added more spanks until both of her cheeks were a pleasant pink.
I put her on her back, spread her legs and made her grab her thighs. She joked about having a “porn pussy,” and she wasn’t wrong. She had the kind of pussy that women pay for plastic surgery to get. And there was her “show stopper,” a lovely pierced clit.
Using my fingers and my tongue, it was remarkably easy to put the brat in her place. Whenever I need to ramp up my confidence, eating pussy is my go-to move. I can make a slut quiver uncontrollably with my head game. And it’s hard for a brat to sass me when she’s having trouble remembering her name.
This bought me enough time where I felt comfortable cumming. I grabbed her by the hair and guided her to my cock. And holy fuck, she was a skilled cocksucker. I could feel myself getting close to cumming fast, if several days of edging and half an hour of being rubbed against counted as fast.
“Only going to last three seconds?” she teased.
I was about to cum, but there was no way I was going to let her brat me that way. I gave her another hard spank, then took her bra off, only to pinch her pierced nipple.
“Four seconds? Four and a half?”
Cocksucking wasn’t going to be the answer. I bit her nipple this time, then instinctively had her pinned under me, rubbing against her, her looking up at me…
“Do it,” she said.
I could feel that perfect porn pussy right next to my cock. All I had to do was push my hips, and I’d be inside of her. But my condoms were over on the bedside table. I was meaning to grab one. The tip of my cock was getting wet from her. Just a push of the hips.
I held myself there and looked her in the eye. She was smiling and nodding. We very, very quickly ran back over some key details of testing, birth control, and other partners. I knew that I’d have to change around some of my plans for later in the weekend if I did what I wanted to do…
Fuck it. This little brat needed to be fucked hard until neither of us could see straight. I wanted to stretch her little cunt out and choke her and spit in her mouth.
“Do it.”
I didn’t hold back. I pushed in deep, spreading her. Growling. Calling her a dirty little slut, and feeling my cock get harder inside of her. She was so fucking tight. She was only 5’3, nearly a foot shorter than me, and I feel like I could have wrapped my hands around her waist.
My limit was pushing against me. I knew that I was going to cum more than once tonight. But that first load, days in the making, was unstoppable.
I started to pull out. The little brat grinned and tried to lock her legs. That first shot went inside of her, but the next half dozen ropes of jizz landed on her tits and belly.
She started using her fingers to scoop up the cum and lick it. I called her a naughty little cumslut, and pushed my cock down her throat.
“Clean it all up,” I said.
Her eagerness was infectious. I could feel myself staying hard.
In my dirty old man experience, I know that if I have a cute little fucktoy that’s really into sex, into being fucked raw, and has a bit of brat to her, I can go for hours. I still have to mix things up, like sitting back for a blowjob, making her sit on top, or eating her out slowly for a bit. Because really, no one can sprint for three hours straight.
She’s probably going to be annoyed with me when I get to this part of the story, because things started to run together.
I had her suck my cock for a bit, and she started to suck on my balls as well. I’ve never been a fan of that move, so I had her lick my taint instead. She offered to go lower, and for the first time in my life I had my ass eaten out.
Later in the night I had another first, with me getting fingered up my ass as she sucked my cock.
I do regret not getting enough impact play in with her. I did paddle her a bit, and I made sure to bite her ass hard enough to leave a mark (four days later that mark was on display when she went to a pool party).
I keep thinking about how I folded her in half, putting her ankles over my shoulders and filling her. She complimented my hip action, which amused me. We shared different stories of previous kink adventures, and a bit more about our vanilla lives, too.
After she made me cum a third time, we worked in some aftercare, complimenting what we liked and snuggling for a bit.
She took a shower and we started gathering her clothes. I was barely moving, happy and sore and tired and spent. She bent over to pick up her bra… and somehow I was up and grabbing her ass again. I have no idea how I was hard at this point. She teased me, and said she was done.
I let her know that she’s not done until I say she’s done. I pushed her onto the bed, pulled out every ounce of strength into my thrusts, then felt that rush of joy and exhaustion. And one more time, she had my cum dripping out of her perfect little pussy.
She finished getting dressed, and I barely managed to get on sweats and a t-shirt. I walked her back down to the hotel lobby and gave her a kiss goodnight.
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What an awesome story; well done, well done.
Great story, man.