Non-Fungible

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"Pearl! Stefan has a business proposition for you. He's begging you to call him. Do you still have his number? Well, here's his card anyway."

Giorgio left no pauses in his monologue for a reply, just thrusting a card into my hand as he greeted me. He'd been running around breathlessly all evening, dealing with a large group of people who were being very demanding. He hadn't even been able to greet us, and we'd ended up at a table in the middle of the restaurant as a result.

"What kind of business proposal?" I asked, wondering how Stefan knew I was in business.

"Oh, it's some kind of NFD thing, or NFC, or something? I don't know, you'll have to ask him, dear," Giorgio said lightly as he bustled away.

"NFT?" I questioned, but I was talking to myself.

"What's that about?" Connor asked as he returned from the bathroom, nodding at the card I still held in my hand.

"Giorgio says Stefan has a business proposal, for me?" I said, bewildered. "Do you think he wants to buy a business or something?"

"Does he know you work in acquisitions?"

"No, not as far as I know..."

"Well, it probably has something to do with modeling then," Connor reasoned, sounding a little uncertain.

"No, that can't be right," I shook my head, frowning.

"Why not?"

"Well, I'm not a model," I said firmly.

"But, you modelled," Connor grinned at me. "And you got paid, which makes you a professional model. A professional

nude

model."

I flushed, "That was a one-time thing."

I slid the card into my purse, next to the duplicate card that Stefan had given me two months ago, the

one

time I'd modelled.

"Are you going to call him?" Connor asked.

"No," I said, blurting out my knee-jerk reaction. "Well, maybe," I softened the denial.

Stefan had been very kind to me and maybe he did need some business help. I was absolutely not going to model for anything, though. I was positive about that. Even if the idea sent shivers of delight through my pelvis.

"Why not call him now?" Connor prodded as we left Margo's ten minutes later.

Because I wanted to just take Connor home, to my apartment, and enjoy our evening without worrying about strange business deals, that's why. After spending too many weekends at my boss's house, I'd put my foot down this weekend and invited Connor to my place. I was looking forward to having him in my space for once.

But I was curious... And if I didn't call him, the curiosity would bother me all night.

"Alright, alright..." I surrendered.

I handed Connor my keys and sat in the passenger seat of my car. Since we were heading to my apartment, we hadn't taken the MG TC Roadster. The last time Connor had parked Tessie at my place, he hadn't been able to relax due to worry. There would be none of that this time. As Connor pulled out of the parking lot, I entered Stefan's number into my phone.

"Hello?" Stefan answered through the blue tooth in my car.

"Hey, it's Pearl."

"Hi! Did Giorgio give you my message?"

"Mhm."

"Great, so when can you meet to talk about it?"

Meet? Oh no, this couldn't be good. The only reason he wanted to discuss his proposal face to face was because he thought I'd say 'no' more easily over the phone. I just knew it was a ploy. And, unfortunately for me, it was a ploy that worked.

"We can meet you tonight?" Connor butted in.

I gave him the evil eye, but he just grinned at me and shrugged. Connor must be really curious about what Stefan wanted too, I figured.

"Who's we?" Stefan asked, understandably confused.

"It's Connor, I met you at the Hog Roast."

"Connor? You the one that beat up that jerk that bit Pearl?"

"Yeah, that's me!" Connor answered brightly.

"Oh, are you with Pearl now?" Stefan sounded almost disappointed, or was I imagining that?

"Yes, I am," Connor confirmed with a grin.

I let Connor sort out where to meet with Stefan. It wasn't like Connor to talk for me like that, I frowned. What was going on with him? Maybe it was just curiosity and excitement at the mystery, I decided.

The art studio where Stefan asked us to meet him was bustling with activity. Connor and I wandered around a bit before finding Stefan. I was fascinated to see that all the art was electronic, photography, digital, and video art were displayed on giant screens that covered the walls.

When I looked closer, I realized that all the content was being sold as NFT's. What a world, where digital content was physically displayed in a gallery to be purchased in person, then electronically transferred. The concept was still working its way through my business brain when we found Stefan.

"Isn't it great?" Stefan asked in lieu of a greeting.

I glanced at him and couldn't help but take a sweeping look over his full body. Stefan was dressed nicely in a button-down shirt and slacks that accentuated his broad shoulders and toned stomach. He was just as big as I remembered, taller even than Connor, and more muscular. Connor was built like an athlete; Stephan was built like a bear.

"Yeah, this is all really cool!" Connor enthused, sliding his arm around me.

"This is insane." I muttered.

"What do you know about NFT's?" Stefan asked us, but he was looking at me.

"Non-fungible tokens," I said, "Someone buys ownership of some digital content, and it gets stored in their electronic wallet to be used as they wish."

"Exactly! And someone wants to commission one, a special request."

This just kept getting weirder and weirder. Since when did anyone commission an NFT? I thought people just offered them up for sale, as this gallery was apparently doing. But it was art, I guessed. And commissioning art was as old as time.

"What does this have to do with me?" I frowned, now all but positive that Connor had been right that this was about modeling. And given that Stefan was involved, it was probably some sort of nude bondage modelling. And didn't that actually sound like fun?

"Well... Maybe I better let Ted explain," Stefan waved across the gallery and another man came over.

"Ted's the owner of the gallery. Ted, meet Pearl and her boyfriend, Connor." Stefan said, his tone turning just a bit colder as he said boyfriend.

Ted, a tall, bald, man with a slight paunch, and a long goatee, looked down at me over the top of his wire frame glasses. He smirked a little as he examined me, which resulted in three very different feelings: irritation, arousal, and unease.

"Can you tell Pearl what you told me, about the request you got?"

"Sure," Ted said amiably. "So, as you can see, I've started this gallery to be dedicated to NFT's. And as a result, I sometimes get requests for specific NFT's. It's not common, but it happens.

"Well, last week a gentleman came in with a request. He wants a gif of a woman suspended in bondage. And not just any woman! No, he asked for a beautiful, fat, woman - his words, not mine," Ted assured me, holding up his hands as if to stave off some emotional outburst.

"Upon further conversation, it turns out that he'd heard of exactly the kind of lady he desires getting trussed up like a hog for some college party. Clearly an urban legend..."

My whole face was on fire, regardless of my attempts to pretend no reaction. I couldn't even look at Ted to see if he'd noticed my instant flush.

"Anyway," Ted continued blithely, "I went in search of a bondage expert and was assured that Stefan here is the best in town. And he told me that he knew just the perfect woman for the job, which would be you."

I took a deep breath and counted to ten as I leaned into Connor's chest for emotional support.

"I can definitely rig you so that your face isn't in the gif," Stefan said quickly, seeing an impending 'no,' written on my face.

I shook my head even as my traitorous clit twitched, and my nipples tightened with excitement at the idea of being suspended by Stefan again. The first time around had been quite remarkable. The memory of being spit roasted, with Stefan's steady brush strokes and the metal rod pressed against my clit resulting in uncontrollable orgasms still stirred me. I shuddered and hugged closer to Connor.

"Tell me all the details," I said, resorting to my standard request that gave me time to think.

Connor squeezed my side and I looked up at him. He gave me a little grin and wiggled his eyebrows. I suspected he was in favor of my return to nude modeling, and that set my clit off on another wave of arousal. I exhaled slowly and turned back to Ted, striving for rationality.

"Alright, so the customer said he'd pay $10k for the NFT as a base price. He said he'd consider upping his bid if the scene included an attractive male partner for the model."

Ted flicked his gaze towards Stefan for a moment, then Connor. He swept his eyes down Connor's body, assessing him as he had me.

Ted continued, "I think Connor fits that description. The client said that he'd add $2k if we included a blow job, and $5k for vaginal penetration. And an extra $2k for a money shot if you know what I mean?"

I nodded.

"He said he'd go up to $25k for a three-gif collection, if his extra requests were met," Ted concluded.

My clit was pulsing now, imagining being bound up and used by Connor in front of an audience. And then, being used to jack off by some rich pervert too... It was no good, I wanted to say yes. I didn't even have to look at Connor to know he was all in. His hand squeezing my ass told me all I needed to know about his state of mind.

"I'll think about it and let you know in a couple days," I said.

I needed to cool off and try to think this through logically. There was no point to rushing into this just because the idea turned me, and my boyfriend, on. I pulled Connor out of the gallery after me, just barely holding on to my decorum. The instant we were out of sight of Ted's gallery I turned around and rubbed my body against Connor, raising up on my tip toes for a kiss.

He bent down and obliged, running his hands over my sides and down to my hips. He turned me and backed me into the wall of the building next to us. Connor bent his knees and pulled me up while I leaned into the wall, reducing the load he had to lift. With a small grunt he got me positioned just how he wanted me, with my thick thighs wrapped around his waist and my pussy grinding into his hard penis.

Connor reached his hands up under my blouse and, through the fabric of my bra, brushed his thumbs over my nipples. I moaned, regretting my choice of nice slacks and a pretty blouse for our date instead of a skirt. When I'd gotten dressed, I'd been thinking that pants would mean we were less likely to get too handsy at Margo's, like the last time we'd been there. Well, we'd made it through dinner just fine, courtesy of being positioned in the middle of the restaurant. And now the pants were getting in the way.

"Get a room!" Someone shouted at us.

I thudded the back of my head into the wall and groaned, "Let's go home and fuck!"

"Yes, Ms. Anderson," Connor growled in my ear before releasing me from the wall.

The drive home went faster than was advisable, but we arrived in one piece. We barely made it inside the door before we started flinging clothes off. I pulled Connor down on the carpet right in the entry. He slid his cock into me and thrust. His pelvis beat into my clit rapidly as he pounded into me.

I ran my hands over his biceps, which were taut now as he held himself above me. The carpet scratched at my back, adding one more stimulating feeling to the moment. With a last thrust, Connor shot his cum into me.

He rolled over and laid down next to me, opening his arm so that I could cuddle in next to him. I stroked his chest, running my hand through his fine blond curls.

"So, what do you think?" Connor asked, reading my mind.

It was impossible, I was going to say yes to this ridiculous NFT thing, and just because the idea made me horny. What had happened to me? I had never liked being naked in front of people, before now. It was like a drug; I'd gotten a taste and now I wanted more.

"I think I want to do it," I sighed and kissed his nipple.

"Me too."

I laughed, "We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

"Mmm..." Connor hummed.

I reached down and played with his softened cock. I grinned to myself as I felt him harden again, there were some definite advantages to being with a younger man.

"How long should we make them wait?" I mused.

"We should call Stefan now," Connor said, "maybe we can do it this weekend."

I choked out a laugh, "So eager?"

"Absolutely," Connor said as he jumped up and pulled me to my feet. "But maybe that call can wait an hour."

We practically ran to my bedroom and threw ourselves onto the bed. Connor spread my thighs and pressed a thumb into my clit.

"I know you didn't cum, Ms. Anderson. I'm ready to fix that."

And then Connor thrust his face into my slit. This time he wasn't as focused as he had been at the opera. This time, Connor gave truth to the metaphor of eating pussy, and I supposed, his own cum that he'd just deposited too. He worked his tongue and teeth over every part of my nether region until I begged him to focus on my clit.

"Yes, Ms. Anderson," Connor agreed as he dug his tongue into my nub.

I shuddered and burrowed my fingers into his hair as I came. Nearly as soon as I relaxed, Connor pushed his penis into me again. My vagina still pulsed with my recent orgasm around his penis. This time, it wasn't quick. Connor pounded, pushing my legs up with his hands on my ankles. The whole bed shook.

I was kind of glad I didn't have a headboard because I could imagine the noise would be terribly loud. As it was, I struggled not to cry out and give my neighbors a reason to call the police. In the five years I'd lived here, I'd never fucked like this. It would be easier for the couple who lived next door to imagine I was having a heart attack than having great sex.

Connor brought his face down, close to mine, and I see the gleam of moisture still coating his face from his nose and down to his chin, and from cheek to cheek as well. I watched as a larger drop navigated through his stubble and down to the point of his chin. It wobbled dangerously as he thrust, and then it was free, falling. Fascinated, I opened my mouth and caught the drop on my tongue. Was it Connor's ejaculate or mine, that tasted so salty combined with his sweat?

With the taste of our sex in my mouth, I orgasmed again and let out a semi-loud moan. I almost never orgasmed vaginally, so this was a wonderful moment. I could feel Connor's cock pulsing inside me, cumming again. He kept pounding until my orgasm subsided though, ensuring it lasted as long as possible.

"Thank you," I said, breathlessly.

Connor let out a heavy grunt in acknowledgement, too worn out to reply. It wasn't long before his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep. And it took even less time for me to fall asleep after.

By the time I called Stefan back and agreed to do the NFT the next morning, it was too late to put everything together before Monday, and I wasn't going to skip work for it. So, we agreed to meet the following weekend.

"No more sex until next weekend," Connor announced after we'd finalized our plans, scooping up some of his eggs that we were having for brunch.

"What?"

"No masturbating either. I want to build up a lot of cum for an epic money shot!" Connor enthused.

I rolled my eyes, "Does it really matter?"

Connor smirked, "Of course it matters. This is going to be my dick, my cum, immortalized. I want to cover you in it." He got a dreamy look on his face.

"What do you mean, 'cover' me?" I asked.

Connor looked across my kitchen table at me, "Well, like on your face. I think that would look really nice. Or maybe on your tits. I could go for that too. But I don't know, I also want to fill you up and see it leak out of you. The first shot is going to be the biggest, so it's going to be a hard choice..."

I imagined Connor's cum leaking out of my vagina in a ten-second gif. Yes, I wanted that. But a whole week with no sex? We had the whole weekend ahead of us, and I'd planned for it to be filled with sex.

"Well, just because you're going celibate doesn't mean I have to," I pouted. "In fact, I think it will be best if you keep giving me orgasms. That should torture your balls into filling with semen, right?"

Connor frowned, "I'm not sure that's how it works."

I picked up my phone and Googled it. I had a lot riding on this theory. I grinned as I scanned the results.

"Looks like arousal makes you produce more fluid. It's like saliva, it says. No extra sperm, but that's not what you're going for, is it?"

"Really? Hmm... Well, I guess it would make sense to stay as aroused as possible this week then, wouldn't it..."

"No time to start like the present!" I beamed as I tore off my shirt and unclasped my bra, letting my boobs flop out in the open.

Connor's mouth dropped open, then he shook his head with resignation, "So, it's to be torture, then?"

I laughed, "I'm only trying to help you!"

Connor put his fork down decisively, stood up, and came over to my side of the table. He kneeled, which, between how short I was and how tall he was, brought his face to around boob level. I groaned as Connor sucked one of my nipples into his large mouth. He ran his hands down and grabbed my stomach as he sucked.

I gasped and wrapped my arms around his head, enjoying the feel of his soft hair under my hands. Connor switched his mouth to my other breast and worked his hands down under the waist band of my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped the front and slid his fingers into my underwear. Two of his fingertips found their way into my vagina and then rubbed up over my clit.

Connor kissed down from my chest to my stomach and then to my pelvis. Wrapping my fingers tightly in Connor's hair, I moaned. My clit twitched with arousal. I craved the feel of his tongue on it. He was so good at giving oral, mostly because he was enthusiastic.

All of a sudden, Connor sat back on his heels and quit touching me.

"What!" I flicked my eyes down to his face.

He flashed a wicked grin, "You know, I think this will help you too. Maybe you can get a really good squirt built up for next Saturday."

Connor stood up and his groin filled my field of vision. I couldn't help but notice that his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs, as he hadn't bothered to put on pants yet.

"I don't give a shit how much I squirt," I growled, feeling horny and unsatisfied.

I launched myself out of the kitchen chair and at my frustrating boyfriend. He easily dodged and laughed. I lunged again and this time Connor let me tackle him down to the floor. I straddled him and rubbed my pelvis against him.

"Do you really care?" I asked, "Do you really want to be abstinent for a whole week? Not even masturbating?"

Connor grabbed my hips and pressed me into him, "Yes, I care. And I think it's fucking hot to tease and be teased. Come on, let's play this week."

Connor was smiling, but I could tell he was serious too. And I couldn't really disagree with him. Teasing was hot. My pelvis was still burning from his aborted effort earlier and my nipples were still tight and protruding with arousal.

I leaned down and kissed him, "Alright, lover boy. But I'm going to take my job as seductress seriously. It's up to you to resist."

Connor grinned and rolled me onto my back, "Deal."

Connor stood up and reached a hand down to help me to my feet. Then he picked up my bra and shirt and handed them to me, clearly indicating that I should get dressed. I declined to do so, smiling sweetly.

It occurred to me, as I generally tried to make my naked breasts appear enticing to Connor, that I didn't even know if he found my boobs particularly sexy. I mean, I thought they were my best asset, but maybe he was an ass man? Well, it was too late to have that conversation now. This was war, and he had no reason to give information to the enemy.