I was put on an art pedestal in the naughtiest position
imaginable!
It was my prodding—and my camera—that got my friend to sneak onto a billionaire’s estate and take pictures of him. After Jackson caught and punished her, he decided I deserved the same—but with a twist. I would be presented as part of his private art showing, with my back end and every other orifice fully occupied.
An erotic short featuring sex with a billionaire, exhibitionism, anal, and multipartner fun.
It was my prodding—and my camera—that got my friend to sneak onto a billionaire’s estate and take pictures of him. After Jackson caught and punished her, he decided I deserved the same—but with a twist. I would be presented as part of his private art showing, with my back end and every other orifice fully occupied.
An erotic short featuring sex with a billionaire, exhibitionism, anal, and multipartner fun.
Excerpt:
“Get on top of me,” he commanded, and it only took me a
moment to know what he meant.
I eyed the statue warily.
“You wanted to fuck that stone cock the moment you saw it,”
he said. “So do it.”
I couldn’t argue, but the idea was crazy.
“I’ll pay you ten thousand. Even if you should just be doing
this as amends for setting Jen after me.”
That dollar amount rang in my ears as I turned to the
sculpture. Jackson helped me hoist myself onto the platform and position
myself, straddling the statue’s intense, marble face. Was I really about to do
this? Ten thousand and my aching cunt suggested that I was.
“Fuck it with that hot, wet pussy,” Jackson ordered.
I lowered myself, the cold stone filling my cunt but not
soothing the burn. It only made me want more. I drove my hips down, sitting on
that cock, which stretched me like nothing ever had before. I sat there, my nipples
aching and clit throbbing, while my head tipped back in delight.
Jackson came around front and regarded me.
“Perfection” he said. “You magnificent, hot bitch. Stay just
like that.”
He snapped his fingers, and I heard a whooshing sound. I saw
the curtains high on the wall were being drawn back. There was no bizarre art
behind them, but a window—with people on the other side. It was an observation
area.
I gasped and covered my breasts. Jackson yanked my arms
away. “Don’t,” he warned. “Everyone up there appreciates the beauty of erotic
art. And you are the loveliest creation in here.”
He massaged my breasts, and I began to relax, though I was
still shooting glances up at the window. I saw my friend then, standing between
two large, muscled men. She gave me a little wave and turned to tongue-kiss the
bulkier of the two. Others stood motionless, staring down at me, and while a
shiver of trepidation ran down my spine, I also felt a hot stab of pleasure.
This was damn kinky, fucking a statue while people watched. Kinky and hot.
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