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Sweet Darcy

Darcy had never been followed like that before and it had the effect of
making her feel both frightened and excited at the same time. He was a
big man with heavy dark good looks and anxious eyes. His large shoulders
drooped, giving him a raw sexy look. Darcy was looking at the Art Show
paintings which were so bad that all she could do was look at each one
for a moment and then make her way slowly towards the next.

The man was following as she self-consciously went along the gallery
wall from painting to painting. He was so close to her that she felt his
energy like a scalding hot river behind her. His body towered over her
and leaned into her. She found it hard to keep staring at the paintings.
Did she feel panic because he might be interested in her or because he
might not be? She became confused and and tried to keep a meditative
look on her face. In this picture the paint had been laid thinly on the
canvas, and she couldn't help but think that if only the artist had used
more paint she might at least be able to study texture. The stranger put
a hand out and gently placed it on her shoulder. It surprised her
because it was a small fine hand with delicate fingers.

"'Let's get some wine,"' he said in a deep, confident voice.

Too embarrassed to look at his face, she turned and stared at his black
leather jacket. She was grateful for the diversion and for the chance to
drink, so she followed him to the bar. she noticed that his feet were
also quite small compared to the size of his body, and she found both
his feet and hands very attractive.

They took their wine out on a little balcony and sat down on a plastic
bench. She was careful not to sit too close to him. She was aware that
the dress she wore was ridiculous in this setting. She had dressed
herself up almost like a whore on purpose that evening to get her
husband to notice her, which he did not. The man said his name was Todd,
and he waited with his eyes on heaving breasts for her to tell her name.

"'I'm Nina," She lied. Darcy was not a name for this game.

'"I like that name," he said in his low voice. "It suits you."

""Thank you." She looked up at his face and saw him studying her with a
sort of rapture that made him even more attractive.

"I am an artist,"' he said, softly leaning his head close to hers. "'I'd
like to show you my work sometime soon."

"'Oh," She said.

"'I'd also like to fuck you," he added.

She held her glass to her lips and did not answer. She could feel the
blood rushing, to her face.

"I do water colors," he added. she stood up to leave, filled with a
strange terror at what he was suggesting.

"'I'm here with a friend," Darcy said weakly.

"'Don't go," he said.

"I have to," she said.

He sighed quite loudly and looked frankly at her. It was the look a
hungry man might give a juicy steak.   Darcy enjoyed being lusted
after.  She looked briefly at his thighs which were straining his pants
and imagined what they would be like to touch.  Did he have a hardon or
was she imagining it?

But shook her head and murmered, "I must go."

He followed her back into the gallery where she started looking for
friends.  When she turned around Todd was right behind her, standing
back but close enough to touch.  He did have a hardon.

She went to the entrance to get her coat. Todd followed right behind
her.

"My studio is real close," he said.

She smiled but shook her head. He was looking at her with such frank
sexual interest that she buttoned her coat all the way up to her neck. 
His hardon jumped in his pants.

He came so close she could see the gold flecks in his eyes. He pinned
her to the wall with his arms.

"Why, not?" He asked.

Was his desire contagious? She felt herself get warm, felt a temptation
to ignore the band on her finger and pay attention to the intemperate
stirrings of her nature.   A stirring began in her loins and could not
be ignored.  She knew her panties were getting wet. But torn between the
possibility of pleasure and her duty she merely trembled in her coat.
She couldn't look him in the face, and quickly broke away without
speaking and got out the door and walked fast down the block. It was a
cold night.

'Where are you going?"

She turned around and there he was. "Home," She called out over her
shoulder.

She kept walking, and rushed into the first open shop she saw and hid
herself among all the gewgaws and colorful junk. The store smelled of
sandalwood andpaint. She looked at herself in one of the small plastic
mirrors for sale and saw that all the makeup she had put on that evening
was still there. Her eyes looked pale and sleepy but her mouth was
wonderfully red and moist.  Fire was between her legs.

He came up silently behind her and she felt his breath on her ear.  Her
pussy was a live thing.

"Let' s go," he said. She turned and he was smiling wistfully. His
delicate hands were hidden in his pockets.

"Oh...." She wanted to say so much but only "Oh" came out. She wanted to
say that she didn't do that sort of thing, that she was not the pick-up
type of woman, when it dawned on her that while Darcy didn't go off with
strange men it was just the thing that Nina might get into.  Especially
if her cunt was burning.

They walked out of the shop together. In the street he put his arm
around her and held her close. He was so much taller thanDarcy.   Her
face touched the leather of his jacket and hair was below his chin. They
walked like this without speaking. Once he pulled her into a dark
doorway and held her face up and kissed her, sticking his tongue deep
into her mouth.  He rubbed her clitoris through her dress and panties. 
They continued their walk to his place, silently vibrating with
expectation.

His studio was small and poorly furnished, but there were paintings
everywhere so that when he turned on the light she was startled. The
watercolors were all of nude women, very large and realistic. The colors
were brilliant and overlaid in a way that made the flesh seem to glow.
All the nudes were postured so that their sex was pushed forward and
each wore a scarf at her neck.

Todd took Darcy's coat and hung it up. He came back with a black scarf
for her to twine around her neck.

"Put it on," he said.

Todd put his arms around her and kissed her, reaching behind and
squeezing her ass with his hand. He moved his hand under her panties and
ran his finger down the crack of her ass. She was sucking on his tongue
and letting her mouth go slack and wet. Her pussy was also very wet. He
pushed his tongue to the back of her throat, then pulled away and told
her to take off her clothes.  She removed the scarf first and put it on
a table while he dimmed the lights and took off his jacket and shoes.
There was a large futon on the floor with thick green and cream pillows.
Next to the futon was a large brass candle holder with a large yellow
candle. He lit the candle and the room was filled with a soft smoky
light. In this light his eyes seemed black and as shiny as olives.

Darcy took off her dress and bra, then pulled off her panties and
fluffed up her pubic hair with her fingers. 
"Come here," he said from the middle of the room. She padded over the
worn carpet in her bare feet. 

He took a pot of red gloss and rubbed it on her nipples until they stood
hard and erect. Then he put some of the gloss between her legs. She was
very wet but his cool fingers with the sticky, sweet-smelling color made
her  all the wetter. Slowly, he licked his fingers, then put them in her
mouth.

He was still wearing a soft cotton shirt and loose pants. The shirt felt
good next to her skin. As she kissed his mouth, her hands fumbled to
unbutton it but he pushed her down with both hands until she was on her
knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and took out his thick
cock, nestled in a mass of brown curls and already swollen.  A drop of
precum glistened on the tip of it.

"Suck me," he said. He kept one hand on her shoulder while he guided his
cock into her mouth with the other.

She knelt in front of him and with her eyes closed, licked and sucked,
making his cock grow thicker and bigger. It tasted like him, with a
strong musky scent. Darcy was getting hot, really turned on.  Her motor
was running vey fast now.  She took his cock out of her mouth for a
moment and caressed her breasts with it. Todd was breathing heavily. He
placed his cock in her mouth again, grabbing the back of her head and
pushing his cock deep into her mouth. She gagged and tears came to her
eyes. He pulled his pants down completely. His thighs were magnificent,
huge, golden tan and as hard as rock, as was his cock. She ran her hands
over his thighs and kissed them in turn and then kissed the broad tip of
his cock and his balls.

She sucked him some more. This time he let her do it in her own fashion,
holding one hand on his member and licking the head and stem, then
closing her mouth over the whole thing, taking in seven inches, letting
her spit make it smooth and wet so that it pushed into her mouth easily
and sweetly.

Todd was moaning, his head thrown back.  "Oh, Nina.  Oh, Nina!"

Darcy relished his cock. While she was sucking on it she took his balls
gently in her hand and played with them, resting her cheek against his
hard thigh.  She massaged her clit.

"Oh now, baby, we must," he said thickly. 'We must lie down, baby, or
I'll shoot it right now into your pretty mouth ... oh."'  His cock was
jumping and jerking.

Darcy let his cock out of her warm mouth and it stuck straight up, brown
curls now moist around it. On the red flower of his prick was a drop of
clear liquid that stood there like a tear.

Outside she could hear a soft rain begin to fall. It hit the windows,
making the sound of fingernails tapping glass.

He helped her to her feet and gazed into her face, his fingers grazing
her cheek as he held her.  She looked at his face but now it was closed
to her, his eyes half shut, the full lips partly open in a rather cruel
way. When he pulled her to him she could feel his prick prod against her
navel. Darcy wanted to say something special, but all that came out were
little mewing noises.

"You really want it, don't you?" he said with great satisfaction. "'I
can tell by the way you sucked me that you want it."'

Even saying ""yes"' to this would have broken the spell, so Darcy
continued making tiny soft noises that seemed to come up from her belly.
Her hands moved on his hard large body which she found so beautiful. She
licked one of his brown nipples.

	He led her over to the bed. Above the low futon was a picture that
dazzled her. It was a large nude about four feet long, and the reclining
woman looked as though she had just been fucked.  Her cunt had that wet,
hot look. She looked a lot like Darcy.  Darcy touched one of her breasts
and almost reached out to touch one of those of the woman in the
painting. Todd noticed her gesture but did not comment on the picture.
He seemed to enjoy watching her look at it. Indeed, the woman who was
lying on her side had brown eyes shaped similarly to hers with heavy
lids. Her mouth looked quite like Darcy's; however, her nose was longer
and narrower and the hair, partly covered by a veiled riding cap, was
strawberry blonde.

Todd reached from behind and put his arms around her, caressing her as
she looked at the picture-. There was an expression in the woman's eyes
that made her long for a mirror to see if her eyes were capable of such
lascivious abandon. Suddenly she was lowered onto the futon. Todd
crouched down beside her whispering, "Nina." The name itself excited
her.  Nina the whore.  She could smell him and could still taste him in
her mouth. Now he was spreading her legs open on the bed and kissing her
inner thighs. His tongue was thick and wet; when he started licking her
pussy she felt for her own breasts and squeezed them. Although modest by
nature, she found herself opening her legs wide and thrusting her cunt
into his face. His tongue lingered on her clit and he licked at it until
it felt so swollen and hot that she pulled him on top of her. He moved
up her body, licking her navel and her nipples, then plunged his tongue
into her mouth where she could taste herself.

Darcy pulled on his curly dark hair and kissed his face and neck all
over while he began to fuck her, placing just the stubby tip of his cock
inside, and then taking it out. Her pussy gaped open to receive him. As
her hips moved to meet his, he rammed his big cock hard into her. She
grabbed the scarf, clinching it tightand groaned. gasped and moaned, a
mare in heat.  A wild mare in need.

He came inside her. Her pussy felt every cataclysmic move. He stayed
inside while She screamed, convulsed and creamed, and clawed at his
broad tan back. Together they lay on the bed, not speaking. She was
looking at all the pictures in the room, dreamily expecting the women to
step down from their frames and stand around the low bed, all smiles and
warm flesh, rosy with pleasure.  "He fucked us, too."

""Nina, let me take your picture!"

He jumped up and got a Polaroid which he aimed at her as she lay there.
After a few shots, he asked her to stand and put the scarf on. She
looked at the scarf and said that she would only put it on if he'd let
her keep it.
"In memory?"' he asked.

She nodded. He put the scarf around her neck and took his pictures. She
posed for him, realizing now why all his models thrust their cunts out
like that...his cock was hard again!  Cum on her pussy was plainly
visible in several of the polaroid shots.

This time, with the polaroids spread around them, he took her from
behind, cupping her tits with his hands and biting hard into her neck.
On the floor were the color shots of her. He was so big that he covered
her entirely. She placed one of his hands between her legs and he
massaged her clit until she came; then, taking his cock out of her pussy
he put it into her mouth, caressing his hard balls until he groaned and
shot the thickest, most salty juice down her throat.  She swallowed. 
Maybe her husband will notice her now.  Look dear, I'm just fresh-fucked
by a stranger.

It was late when she got home, and she was surprised to find her husband
waiting up for her in the living room. He looked her over carefully,
taking in the scarf shewore proudly around her neck.

"'How was that art show, Darcy?""

Wonderful," she answered as she looked at at reflection in the hall
mirror. Her makeup was for the most part gone but her face was glowing
and her eyes looked more intense, like they had the shadow of secrets in
them.

Hubby put his book down and drummed his fingers together. 'Where did you
get that scarf?"

"It's a long story,"' Darcy said. She took it carefully off and admired
it in her hand.  As she walked toward the bathroom she could hear the
smacking sound between her legs.
                                                     
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