We have half an hour left in my penthouse studio, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glittering city skyline. Leather stool gleams under soft lights. Laure sits nude, legs spread, breasts thrust forward. Her obedience stuns me. Blonde pubic hairs frame her open sex. She doesn’t blush.
‘Sit closer. Arch your back. Spread wider.’ Her blue eyes lock on mine. I grab my lipstick from my Hermès bag. Roll to her on my stool. Our thighs touch. I pry her legs further. Nearly bare, exquisite.
The Privilege
‘Purse your lips.’ I grip her chin firm, inches from my mouth. Glide red over her full lips, forcing them open. ‘Perfect mouth.’ Eyes in hers. She breathes faster.
‘Eyes closed.’ Eyeliner traces her lids, chin still held. Her tongue peeks, white teeth gleam. Tempting. Too soon. Tap her thigh, hand lingers. She looks sluttier now.
Twenty minutes. Finish the portrait for her husband. ‘Done. See?’ She rises nude, heels clicking on marble. High chignon bares her graceful neck. I stand behind, dressed. My right hand points to the drawing; left rests on her ass cheek. She doesn’t flinch. Hand presses. I turn to her, lips near hers. Left hand wanders her hip, to her groin, blond hairs.
‘Next pose. Couch. On all fours. Face me. Spread legs. Arch more.’ I grab her chin, thumb pries mouth open. Pinch nipples hardening. Hands on her back, push her ass up. Grab thighs, spread wide. Hands meet at her sex. Part her generous labia. She quivers barely. I’m soaked.
Photo for Judith. Click from afar. Close-up on thighs, focus her pussy. Send it. ‘Ravishing, obedient!’ Her reply: ‘Save some for me?’
Sketch fast. Fusain outlines her sensual mouth, pert nose, chignon, blue-gray eyes. Ass offered, labia spread, blond fringe. Erotic contrast. Sage yet obscene.
‘Good. See?’ Behind her again. She turns, tits point. ‘A bit…’
‘Obscene? Your body shines.’ Hand on hot hip. Grip chin, force eye contact. Inches away, breaths mingle. ‘You’re stunning. Our secret if you won’t show hubby.’ Turn to drawing, left hand kneads breast. ‘These tits. Pinch—see? Matches.’ Thumb stretches nipple. She looks down. ‘Pinch the other.’ I tweak hers. ‘Your open sex shocks? It’s you.’ Tug blond hairs.
The Excess
‘Session over. Shower first.’ Towel on chair. Foam, razor from cabinet. She sits. Shave her mound quick. Reveals pink perfection. Spread for inner thighs. Hold labia. Turn, arch. Done. Shower on, jet between legs. Rinse slow. She pants, mouth open. Suck fingers after. Clean, soapy, her taste.
Photo drawing to Judith. ‘Obedient!’ ‘Didn’t eat it all.’ ‘Don’t touch without me!’
‘Valérie!’ Laure towelled.
Towel room. Bedroom. Spread towel on silk sheets. Unwrap her. Gaze hungrily: smooth now, details sharp. Lie edge. Legs wide, feet flat. I kneel, head between thighs. Pussy exposed: thick lips, hooded clit begging.
‘Cold cream soothes razor burn.’ Dollop on belly. Massage circles. She trembles. Lower, above clit. Slow rubs. Legs part more. Clit swells. Touch it. She crisps, cries soft. Between lips, pinch. Wetness coats fingers.
Legs to chest. ‘Hold knees.’ Cream in cleft. Index probes anus. Push deeper. Cry muffled. Withdraw. Slap ass. Stand her. Pinch nipple, eyes locked. ‘Enjoyed?’ ‘Dress.’
No panties. Throw them. Roll stockings high. Hand hits mound. No underwear irritation post-shave.
Door. ‘Burn?’ Lift skirt. Fingers probe heat—not razor. Turn, arch. Finger between cheeks. Smooth skirt. Kiss. Hold neck, tongue invades. She yields.
‘Good start. Call soon.’ Door shuts. Secret sealed in glass walls.
