The Paper Bag Mask

She was in transit. During the day, as a representative of a pharmaceutical company, she visited doctors and pharmacists and introduced them to a new medication. Now in the early evening she ate something small in a little chinese restaurant. Later she would go to her hotelroom to read a crime novel. But first she wanted to have a quick glass of wine in the hotel bar. But when she finally sat on the bar stool, she didn't want to get up straight away, but instead stayed. So the first glass of wine became a second.

She only noticed the man after some time. He must be around fifthy, was sitting in front of a glass of whiskey and was constantly glancing over at her. At first she didn't pay him any attention. When she finally did look at him and met his gaze, he pushed his glass back and forth indecisively, then got up and walked over to her. "Excuse me if I stare at you like that, it's your eyes."

"Yes, what about my eyes?"

"It's a long story."

"Then tell it to me." She smiled. "But please have a seat. I am Katharina."

He grabbed a chair and smiled: "My name is Bob. A good thirty years ago I lived in New York. I had great expectations and wanted to make my way as a painter. But art is a tough business, I sold a picture here and there, it was barely enough to live on. I kept myself somewhat afloat with small jobs. Then a very rich stockbroker noticed me and bought two or three pictures that I had painted in a fairly realistic style. One day he asked me if I had time to paint a large mural based on an old print from a French book. I said: Why not - provided the pay is right.

The book turned out to be a pornographic novel with a sadistic undertone. The old engraving showed Julius Caesar and Marc Antony both using Cleopatra hard. I was supposed to use the engraving to paint a mural about two meters high and five meters long in flashy colors. The picture was intended to decorate a salon at a kind of private sex fair. Artistically it wouldn't be a milestone, but when I heard how much the broker was willing to pay I immediately said yes. However, I had to put my foot down because the sex fair was only three weeks away.

The fair took place in an old warehouse. In addition to the stock market broker's salon, which invited people to Roman orgies, there were various other rooms in which a wide variety of desires could be satisfied. Latex. Leather, silk, masks: the whole thing was also a feast for the eyes."

Until now, Katharina had listened in silence. Now she asked: "And where do the eyes that are so similar to mine come into play?"

"Yes, those eyes..." said Robert and then continued: "After our salon had gradually filled up with guests and visitors, I set off on a tour of the fair. I had my sketchbook with me, and when I particularly liked something, I recorded it with the pencil. On the way back to our salon for Roman libertines, I saw the woman who had eyes like yours. She wore a mask made from a large paper bag: two holes for the eyes, one for the mouth. I wanted to paint a picture of her later and quickly made a few sketches of her. Back in our Roman brothel, the stockbroker looked at my sketchbook. He liked the woman with the paper bag mask and ordered a picture of her from me. When I wanted to ask her if she would model for such a picture, she was nowhere to be found. So in the following weeks I set about painting the picture based on my sketches, but I just couldn't get the eyes right, although I can see them clearly in my mind's eye. But every time I try to use the brush, the whole thing blurs again."

"So you tried to paint this picture several times?" asked Katharina.

"Yes, and after a long time I tried again last week."

"You dont give up that easily."

"You can say that." Robert smiled. "But last week I finally swore to myself that I would let it go for good. And then I see you here... If you would model for me, maybe I could still do it."

Katharina smiled: "It's a bit too late for that today. But I'll be back in the area next Saturday, then you can paint me. Now I have to go to bed, tomorrow I have to get up early."

*

When Katharina drove up to Robert's house a week later, she was curious to see whether he actually intended to paint a picture of her or whether the whole thing was just an excuse to get her into bed.

Robert offered her a coffee, and when she said she had already had one on the way, he led her straight to his studio. There was a canvas on an easel and two sketchbooks and a crude paper bag mask on a table. The holes for the eyes were outlined in black, and the hole for the mouth was also outlined in red. Robert's plan was to paint Katharina on a chaise longue. He told her to sit down a bit provocatively so that her high heels could be clearly seen. Then he carefully put the mask on her. Her elegant pants suit and the primitive mask formed a stark contrast, which she was able to see for herself by looking in a mirror.

Just as Robert was about to do his first sketch, his cell phone rang.

"I'm sorry, but I have to take this call."

Katharina took off the mask and smiled. "It's okay. I'm not pressed."

She used the break to look at the sketchbooks. In one of them she came across the sketches that Robert must have made at the sex fair in New York. The woman was kneeling in front of a wooden wall, her hands behind her back, probably tied, and her head bowed. Apart from the mask, she was completely naked. In the last sketch she no longer had her head lowered, but was looking upwards.

When Robert returned to the studio from his telephone conversation, the sketchbook was open on the floor and Katharina was kneeling next to it in the same position as the New York slave.

Both were silent for a moment, then Katharina said: "I would like you to paint me like that." Robert nodded, then got to work. At first his brush strokes were slow and deliberate, then his hand moved faster and faster. As he painted the mask, he could hardly contain his excitement.

"Come here." Katharina's voice was quiet, but her words were clear. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down a little, then took his hard cock in her mouth. Her fingers dug into his ass and pulled his body closer to her. Then his hands grabbed her head and he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Before he could cum in her mouth, she pushed him away, lay on her back on the floor and said under the mask, "Come here, fuck me."

It didn't take long before the two wrapped themselves around each other in a violent orgasm. When her breathing slowed again, Katharina turned her head to Robert and said: "I think you should be able to paint the eyes now too."