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…Sara dipped her head coquettishly. “So paint me, then. Make me part of your show.” There was no mistaking the “use me” expression on Sara’s face and Maddie took the invitation for exactly what it was. Moving with determined speed and fishing a piece of worn white chalk pastel from her shirt pocket, Maddie pushed the crouched Sara back onto the hard shiny floor and ripped open the girl’s white top. Then, without taking her eyes from Sara’s, Maddie set the pastel to work on the underside of her right breast.
Sara’s groan of gratification, as the hard dusty cylinder moved with heavy pressure over and around her chest was reflected in the rise of her hands, which longed to take hold of Maddie’s body in return.
“No.” Maddie’s voice was unyielding and Sara immediately obeyed her temporary mistress when she added, “Give your hands to me.”
Tugging free the silk tie that she’d been using to keep her hair from her face, Maddie deftly fastened it around Sara’s wrists, before placing them so they rested at the V of her pussy.
Sara’s cat-like eyes shone with an intensity of sexual hunger that ricocheted through Maddie’s own core and she let the artist in her completely take over. Her hand moved as if
on autopilot, her own awareness of where the chalk stub was landing coming only from the expression on the model’s face and the mewlings escaping from the corners of her mouth.
Only once did Sara lift her head, trying to examine the maze of criss-crossed white lines which were becoming more and more entwined around her tits. A glare from the
artist however, sent her head instantly back to the floor and she didn’t dare move again. Maddie was in some sort of fierce trance. Yet somehow she was in full control, as she sat across Sara’s legs, pinning her in place, her hand and chalk operating as one, hitting every available nerve, turning Sara’s entire torso, neck and sides into one almighty erogenous zone that was every bit as sensitive as her chest.
Sara’s naked pussy had changed from merely damp, to an oil slick of wistful desire between the crushed folds of her mini-skirt and the weight of Maddie’s butt. As the chalk
met her right nipple, Maddie had to press harder to prevent her subject from catapulting her off her over-sensitised body.
The stimulating effect of Maddie’s art was doubly confirmed by a thrilled cry of intense joy from Sara, which echoed around the open space of the studio.
Maddie’s mind raced with the thrill of domination over her obliging companion, combined with the rush she was getting from creating living artwork directly onto Sara’s silk-like skin. Maddie could suddenly see it all so clearly – the finished piece that she hadn’t really been conscious of fashioning until that moment.
Breathless, but in complete control, Maddie commanded, “Stay still.” Jumping to her feet, she grabbed her camera from the desk and started to snap away at the prone figure laying supine on the laminate surface.
Sara closed her eyes to shield them from the flash of the camera, as shot after shot was taken. Maddie danced around the body, digitally capturing every angle from the
olive-brown waist to neck.
Maddie then retook the chalk and returned it to the girl’s chest. Circling the white stub with a heavy increase in force, she pushed the girl’s skin uncomfortably beneath its tip.
Colouring in the nipples and the sensitive skin of the areoles, Maddie made Sara gasp and squirm with every deliberate stroke. No longer moving her medium without thinking, Maddie treated Sara’s torso as if it was a painting ready for the topcoat of perfection. Each carefully considered stroke after stroke of compacted white powder was added to the
maze of lines that had gone before, stopping only when Maddie’s unusual canvas began to whine rather than moan, as her climax approached.
Abandoning the pastel, Maddie took more photos with the use of the camera’s high-speed shutter, immortalising the living art below her. Then, deeming it time to add the finishing touches to her impromptu masterpiece, Maddie commanded, “Don’t move. Whatever happens, DO NOT MOVE!”
Gulping, Sara tried to steal herself. It was obvious that her orgasm was only seconds away. Her stomach had been fluttering and clenching with the growing desperation to
explode for the past few minutes and her nipples had stiffened further.
Kneeling at Sara’s side, Maddie’s own nipples became more apparent through the thin material of her top. Her expression gave away a glimmer of acknowledgement at how hard her model was trying to please her. And when Maddie’s finger arrived at the underside of Sara’s breast, smearing and smudging the chalk so that it enhanced her body’s natural shadows, it was like having someone hot wire her entire body.
As the chalk marks underneath her other breast were blurred to the artist’s approval, Sara couldn’t help the rise of her hips and the fidgets of her tethered wrists that accompanied the now steady mewling that gurgled up from her throat.
Totally possessed by the new work of art she was crafting, desperate for Sara not to move and destroy the effect of the light across the zigzags of white lines, Maddie threw
her arm back and slapped Sara’s left thigh hard. Gasping with the shock of the unexpected burn from Maddie’s palm, Sara froze to the spot, startled to find that she was already
anticipating another hit.
Making sure that the spotlights Theo had so recently fitted were precisely aligned for the best reflection against Sara’s body, Maddie retook the camera, knelt back over Sara’s
twitching legs and took round after round of shots.
Switching the camera to auto-shot, Maddie held it with as steady a hand as she could. Licking the end of a finger, she slipped it between Sara’s legs and tapped it against the slippery clit that had been mutely pleading for attention for the past twenty minutes.
Sara could hold back no longer and, as Maddie drummed a rhythmical beat against her nub, the model squealed an incoherent range of high pitched sounds, her eyes screwed up against the harsh light of the studio and constant flash and whirr of the camera.
Only when Sara lay still and a patina of sweat had turned the chalk pastel marks from solid lines to running blurs, did Maddie put down the camera, free Sara’s wrists and pull her upright. Wrapping her arms around her shoulders, wiping stray hairs from the model’s climax-clouded eyes, Maddie murmured into her ear, “You still sure you’re happy to be featured in the gallery show?”
Sara, disorientated, her flesh buzzing with the high of what had just happened, peered down at her torso. “That was amazing. I mean…wow…”
Maddie gave her companion a perfunctory smile. “I’m glad it was good. But I have to know, honey, can I use one of the photos I have just taken for the exhibition?”
Confused at Maddie’s apparent lack of physical response to what had just happened, Sara asked, “Are you going to print out a photo and frame it then?”
“Maybe. I think one of those on canvas, blown up really big would look incredible. Although the gallery said “any medium”, so, maybe I’ll print them all out. As long as the photos are as good as I think they’ll be, I could make them into a collage. I’d show you first of course. If you hated it, then it wouldn’t happen and you would remain completely anonymous – your face wouldn’t be shown. What do you say?”