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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also from o
o alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this o
o section of my collection, other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to be typed o
o therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's a lot more fun to o
o browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you might o
o not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among o
o Kristen's book shelf directories. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o
o and should not be read by minors. Thank you, Kristen Becker o
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The Artist (MF, rom, exh)
by Anonymous (c) 1991
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She watched him at the end of the bar. He sipped his
martini, rolled the clear liquid around his mouth with his tongue,
and slowly swallowed it savoring its every drop. The pleasure it
gave him was obvious to her; she could read every detail from the
nuances of his body--the way he laid his lips on the rim of the
glass as if in reverence, the way he sucked his cheeks in to force
the liquid over his tongue, the way his eyes lightly shut as he
tilted his head back to urge the liquid down his throat. This was
obviously a man who knew how to savor life to its fullest.
She did not recognize him as one of the regulars at the
bar and she knows she would have remembered him-- his tall frame,
broad shoulders, pulled back light hair, wide jaw bone, and high
cheek bones. He stood out from the rest of the crowd--mostly
college frat guys--and looked a little older. He was not dressed
up to go out as the rest of the guys were, yet his elegant sense
of style was still clear in his plain, paint-stained black T-shirt
and pants.
He finished the last sip of his martini. Her eyes focused
sharply on his hand as it delicately clasped the shiny metal
skewer and lifted the alcohol impregnated olive to his lips. He
tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and licked the last drop of
liquid from the bottom of the olive. He then placed the olive
between his teeth, pulled the skewer from it, wrapped his lips
around its smooth flesh and sucked the pimento from its depths
with a deft tease of his lungs. She shared his sensations and
enjoyment.
When he opened his eyes he saw hers deeply entranced in
his actions. She was a beautiful creature. He soaked up the
brilliance of her beauty.
Realizing he had noticed her stare, she quickly looked
down and blushed in embarrassment. Jesus! She couldn't bare to
look up. The one enchanting guy in the bar and she ogles him like
a teenager! She was normally so composed.
"How about a Bloody Mary Ms." he said in a mysterious
accent. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as his hand
reached in front of her with the drink. "It matches your face," he
said with a warm smile.
She sighed and smiled in return taking his gift. He sat
down beside her, and they began conversing.
"So what is the origin of your accent" she asked.
"I know it's a little odd; it's part Italian and part New
York" he replied.
"That's quite a combination. You're awfully tall and fair
complected for an Italian."
He explained that he was from Milan--much closer to
Switzerland and France than to the "boot of the South." His
family moved to New York when he was eight to govern the New York
branch of his mother's family's fashion design corporation. His
father and brothers now ran the company. He was never interested
in the business and found satisfaction only through searching for
beauty through his art. Against his father's wishes, he had
enrolled at the Juliard Art School. Now after completing his
training, he had abandoned the wealth, stature, greed, and
pretension of his family and only talked with his "mama." He had
quickly made a name for himself at Juliard and had found a patron
to support him for the summer. He was in the midst of a tour
across the US searching for women who were an idol of his
conception of beauty as inspiration for his artistic endeavors.
"You are a beautiful women." he said with knowing
conviction. "I wish you would have been at the studio this
afternoon."
"What do you mean?"
"Well these three women were supposed to be the best
Austin has to offer, but they just weren't right, beautiful but
incomplete. I could not find any inspiration. I finally tossed my
clay out the window onto the street below and left in frustration.
I came down here looking for a hotel just to crash and decided to
drop in here for a martini to cool my nerves. I certainly wasn't
expecting to find inspiration here. Have you ever modeled?"
Flattered by his offer and enchanted by him, she suggested
going to her place. He followed her in his rental car. When they
arrived, he pulled a large bag from the trunk and followed her to
the apartment.
Once inside, he sat on the floor, opened his bag, and made
himself another martini. "Would you take your clothes off please.
Do you mind if I smoke?"
Emblazoned that this man would find her so beautiful, she
began undressing without giving it another thought. She turned to
undress but could still see that he was staring at her. She turned
back catching him staring, gave him a warm smile and deep look.
"Enjoying yourself?"
His composure broken for the first time, he managed to
stumble out a few "Umm"s and took a swig of his drink. Wiping off
his mouth and clearing his throat, he said "well, its just that,
um, you know, well, whew,... you're beauty is a little
overwhelming... after you tour across the country meeting the
supposedly most beautiful women you'd think I'd be prepared. And
to meet you by pure serendipity." Regaining his wit, "I guess I
should've been looking in bars all along."
He instructed her to walk around the room and tell him
about herself. He explained he had to understand all aspects of
the model to capture her beauty. She walked around the apartment
telling him her thoughts, aspirations, dreams, and fantasies
making sure to reveal her every square inch of smooth skin to his
eager eyes. He finally stopped her saying he had enough
inspiration for a long time and would like to get started.
After asking her to lay down, he explained that he would
start by making a casting of the left front half of her torso.
"Segal taught me this method my first year at Juliard. These are
just Johnson and Johnson Quick Set Bandages like a doctor would
use to set a broken bone." He first rubbed her chest with Nivea
cream sending tingles through her body. He then dipped the
bandages in water and began laying them on her chest. Her body
tightened as the first one hit her chest. "Oh yea, I forgot to
mention that I have to use cold water to give myself a little more
working time." In response to the feel of his skilled hands and
the cold bandages on her chest, her nipples quickly swelled to
hardness. "You have the most beautiful nipples I've ever seen," he
said as he draped a bandage over her left breast. "You realize
you're going to have to keep your nipples hard now until the
bandages set so that the casting will turn out--only about ten
minutes. You must focus on staying hard," he instructed.
Finishing the bandage application, he began sculpting with
a large ball of clay. Her body missed his skilled hands and ached
for their return. Looking at her firm right nipple, he reminded
"now focus on your body." She closed her eyes and imagined that
her body was that ball of clay. His hands ran up and down it,
rubbing it, forming it, smoothing it, pressing deeply into it.
"As the bandages set, they will warm slightly and you will
need to concentrate very hard," he instructed. Her finger slowly
traced down her body to the thick hair below her navel. She moved
her finger in circles, rubbing her lips against her covered clit.
Oh she ached for his touch. She wished she was that piece of clay.
She could almost feel his hands working her body--especially her
right nipple. Opening her eyes, she saw him beside her, stroking
her firm breast. "I thought you could use some help." Looking down
at her breast she saw it was gray, covered in the silky smooth
clay from his hands. He continued massaging her breast through the
slick clay, molding it, smoothing it, sculpting his work to a firm
point.
She pressed her hips toward him, her pussy aching for his
attention. His hands were covered in clay, so she knew they could
not satisfy her desire. She wanted so badly to jump up and go wash
off so she could have him, but knew she had to wait for the
bandages to set. Her pussy ached so badly for the same treatment
her breast was receiving.
Her frustration was about to hit, when she felt a warm,
wetness parting the lips to her burning cunt. She looked down her
chest between the bandaged left side and clay covered right to see
him tracing his tongue up and down the slit between her puffy,
hairless lips. He traced it down over her ass, up between her
lips, but then pulled it out just where her inner lips met,
lightly brushing her swollen knob of flesh. He continued his
teasing until she lowered her hand and parted her lips with her
fingers revealing her erect clit. He formed his lips into a small
O and lowered them to her point of desire inhaling as he went. As
his lips approached, she could feel the cold air swirling around
her clit and finally his warm wet lips meeting it. He repeated
this several times each time sucking a little harder until he
finally pulled her firm knob into his mouth and rolled his tongue
around it. He loosened his lips from hers but left his tongue
rolled around her clit. She could feel the firey pleasure racing
from all sides of her erection as he moved the tunnel of his
tongue up and down her clitoris. He lightly flicked his tongue
over her in rapid succession and then darted his firm tongue over
her. "Oh mi amore, mi amore a bella, " he repeated to her sex, his
tongue dancing across her pussy as it formed the words, his lips
closing around her clit for the M's, his tongue tracing down her
on the L's, the vibrations of his sonorous voice rushing like
waves through her sex. Sensing her cavity was aching for
penetration, he slid his long, strong tongue deep inside her. He
ran it all around her tunnel, taking in her wetness. The
sensations from his tongue were just causing more of her warm
juices to flow into her pussy. He flicked it across her ass then
deep inside her pussy pressing his nose into her clitoris. He
slowly pulled it out pressing it up against her G spot and
dragging his nose over her fire. The pace of her undulations
quickened as he repeated this over and over tracing his tongue
down her slit then deep inside her hot tunnel. She could feel the
firey pleasure welling up inside of her, forcing her closer to the
edge like never before. She bucked hard against his mouth, her
pussy convulsed around his tongue, flared open, and the dam
finally broke releasing wave after wave of pleasure through her
body.
After lying motionless on the floor for a few minutes, she
sucked down one of his cigarettes, and jumped in the shower to
wash off. She began thinking of how she would repay this man for
the most incredible orgasm of her life. After toweling off she
returned to the living room and began removing his clothing. She
knelt in front of him and slipped of his pants. She could not
believe what she saw; the sight was making her hot again already.
With hands as skilled as his, a mouth as skilled as his, this guy
had a cock that laid clear to his hip! She grasped his mammoth
organ in her hands, unable to get them around it. She placed one
hand on its thick base, the other above the first, and tried to
wrap her mouth around what remained. Dashing her plans of
returning the favor, she laid him down, and dropped her towel. She
had to have his massive cock inside of her or die trying. She
straddled him and placed its tip at her entrance, her juices
running down its length. Pressing down onto him, she felt her body
stretch trying to accommodate his thickness. She wanted to be
filled by him so badly! She finally made it all the way down
pressing her clit into his body. She could not believe all of this
guy was inside of her and his hands and mouth free to please the
rest of her body. She rode him fast and furious until she came
harder and longer than the first time and collapsed in his arms
into a deep sleep.
The next morning she awoke, naked and alone, in the middle
of the living room floor. She looked around and could find him
nowhere. A note left on her counter read:
Thank you for the incredible night. I have more inspiration than
ever before and have left for my studio in New York. As a token of
my appreciation, I have left one of my sculptures done from a
molding. I must admit that the Creator can claim most of the
design of this work. I am sure you will enjoy it and will think me
when you look at it.
She grasped the monolithic work of art in her hands, unable to get
them around it, and placed it on her coffee table to admire.