Stroke Me (Body Scenes 1)

All of those glorious sensations he so easily evoked built within her again. When his fingers left that swollen, sensitive nub between her legs, she was just about to protest, since she’d been so close to coming. But then the tip of his hard cock pressed against her opening and it was all Annabelle could do not to beg him to thrust into her pussy.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, her insides igniting from the heated look he gave her. He stared at her intently, his green eyes blazing with desire.

“Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in my pussy, Eric.”

He groaned. “I want to fuck you hard, Annabelle.”

She let out a long sigh. “Oh God, yes. I want it, Eric. I want you.”

“Hold on, Annabelle,” he said in a dark tone that made her cunt clench and her fingers curl around the edges of a pillow.

Eric’s hands on her ass spread her cheeks as he thrust into her, making her cry out. His hands shifted to her waist and he held her firmly as he fucked her, jolting Annabelle’s body and causing strange, primal sounds to fall from her lips.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You feel so good, Annabelle.”

Her back arched and her ass lifted higher in the air. One of his hands moved to the cleft and he pressed his thumb into the small opening, a bit farther with each thrust of his cock in her pussy.

“Oh Eric,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.”

The erotic stirrings raged inside her body, gaining strength. She gripped the pillow a little tighter as he released her waist and slid that hand around to the front of her. His fingers rubbed her clit in a frenzied way that had her bucking and gyrating and moaning as her climax built.

“That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want, Annabelle.”

He fucked her harder, faster. Her whimpering turned into low, guttural moans. She’d never felt anything quite so intense, so raw.

One more forceful thrust and her orgasm slammed into her. “Eric!” Her mind and body reeled from the powerful release that gripped her entire body, the very essence of her.

Annabelle’s fingers clutched the edges of the pillow as her cunt clenched Eric’s cock. Moments later, he called out her name as he came.

Annabelle had never felt anything so thrilling. Or so liberating.

Chapter Two

“I still can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Annabelle said as she climbed the stairs to the backstage area of Body Scenes. Her stomach was a tangled mess of nerves and exhilaration. Admittedly, the snapping and popping inside her was invigorating, making her feel super-charged. The energy buzzing through her body kept her in a constant state of arousal. Along with thoughts of three pairs of hands and lips on her body. Three cocks pleasuring her. Three male voices mingling with hers as they all reached a shattering climax.

She’d fantasized about this as Eric had fucked her twice more before they’d drifted off to sleep.

“I’ve got to tell you,” Yvette said. “You shocked the shit out of me when you said yes. Kudos to you, girlfriend. Ku-dos!”

They located the area sectioned off for Finn and Annabelle’s stomach fluttered. The sexy artist grinned at her and said, “Hair in a bun at the nape of your neck, just as I instructed. Are you also clean-shaven?”

“Not a pube to be found,” she admitted. Annabelle hadn’t been bare down there since she was a pre-teen. But Finn had insisted and she’d complied.

She reached in her bag for the agreement she’d signed, which provided her written consent to the lascivious act of “placement” by the artist and other members of the mural as well as the strict adherence to condom usage by the male models. She’d also been required to get an exam first thing this morning at a private clinic capable of producing same-day lab results. She handed over her clean bill of health, along with the contract.

“Signed on the dotted line,” she said as she gave the paperwork to Finn.

To her surprise, there’d been a clause in the agreement that explained a portion of the proceeds from the auction would go to charitable organizations designated by the models. Annabelle had been more than happy to donate to a nationwide network of women’s shelters.

“This is the only association your name will have with the mural, per your request,” he said. “It goes in a safe I keep locked at all times. You’ll remain completely anonymous.”

A comforting thought.

“Now,” Finn said. “Let’s get down to business. This is Jessica Parks, one of my assistants and an art student at NYU. She’ll cover your body in green paint, then I’ll finish you up and have you stand in front of that large fan to dry.”

Jessica slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and reached for a large container of paint with a pump top.

Annabelle frowned. “No brush?” She’d actually been looking forward to that part.