Being a model for this sculptor had become strange, alarming. Quickly I had been fondled, ordered how to sit, and had clay smeared over my aroused tits.
And now I was crouching doggy-style on a cold stone bench being asked to stay there while the sculptor walked across the cold hard concrete behind me.
Whenever he walked back to his gear I heard five steps, each time. I did not dare turn around and look. Part of the job was staying still. But more than this, something in me was afraid to disobey him. On the surface, I feared some undefined punishment. Somewhere deeper, I craved some undefined punishment. It was that somewhere deeper that was making my pussy warm and wet right now.
"Anna, I am going to fuck you. But not yet. First I am going to play with you," he had said before walking away.
I wondered what he was going to do next. I heard a zipper unzip. Not like the pants zipper I heard before he had pressed the wet tip of his cock against my wet pussy lips to surprise me; but like a larger zipper. It sounded like the zipper of a large bag.
Then a larger sound: a thud, a whoosh and a rush of cold air pushed into the room. "Holy shit, Jed!" someone bellowed loud.
The sculptor's name was Jed? I had forgotten to ask his name. There was another man in the room. I froze like an animal of prey. I had just given in to a strange man seeing my bare ass in the air, my tits covered in clay, and in a compromising position. Now there was a man I had never seen - and could not see right now - with a full view of my bare ass.
Jed, the sculptor, chuckled. "Would you like to stay and watch, Jim?"
"Fuck, yes!" the new man, Jim, almost moaned in a low exhale.
"She's a good girl, Jim. A very good girl and a good model. I'm just about to get into testing her body a little, and I'm glad you're here to advise me."
With that, Jed the Sculptor took five steps across the cold concrete and I could hear his heavy boots approaching me from behind. I felt one large hand spread my right ass cheek to the side and heard a quick slimy pop as a plug was shoved into my ass hole. I moaned. The plug in my ass hole stretched the inside of my ass walls and pushed against the walls of my pussy. I felt full. I felt so good I started to whimper just a little with each exhale. I felt like an animal - an animal in heat. I was excited that there were two men in the room with me, and that they were no doubt looking at my round, pale ass.
"Do you like her ass, Jim?" Jed the sculptor called out. He said it as if he were proud. But it also somehow sounded like I was a blue ribbon livestock at some livestock show. I indeed felt like an animal on display. Why I liked this, I did not know.
Jim did not answer, but I could hear a zipper unzip. And then the wet slapping sound of a hand squeezing wet skin. I heard the other man, Jim, let out a sound like uhhhhhh. I then knew that he had taken out his cock, and was stroking it, with my ass in full view. I felt so proud and so naughty at the same time. My cheeks were flushed hot on my face, and the sounds that the strange man made while stroking his cock inspired me to moan a little, too.
