This is the fifth story of the naughty goings on of these artists and is standalone. This studio has seen lots of wild sex from its various tenants. This is a fun, sexy hot story of a strawberry blonde college girl, that is a self-professed slut. She finds the perfect black man to sculpt, but the hottest part is.... Oh, you'll find out!
If oral, ffm, and hot sex burn your retinas, do not read, the rest of you are good to go. As always, emails welcome and I love comments; criticisms welcome if you write equal or better than me and volunteer to edit. xo
The Secret Life of Artists Ch. 05
What Beverly lacked in talent, she made up for in enthusiasm. Bev was my only college student in this class, and she was met with either amusement or annoyance from the others. From the men, amusement, more so to hide their lecherous interest in the curvaceous blonde.
Her bubbly flirty personality was aggravating to the women. Her hourglass figure and sexy style of this darling did not help. Add to that, Bev had one of the more abundant set of breasts that I am sure most of them have ever seen.
Her choice of plunging necklines to show off her milky skin melons made the men want to dive face first in that impressive cleavage. The women wanted to throw a blanket over her. I wanted to paint her.
She was one of my most prolific weavers but lacked the more technical aspects. Fortunately, she began taking sculpture courses at college and found she had an aptitude for clay.
She lingered after today's class and asked if I would rent part of the studio out to her for sculpture. She wanted to use models that college would not allow. My studio was large enough, and Cassie had long ago installed movable panels and walls that were easily closed off.
"Thank you! Thank you!" She jumped up and down in delight, tits bouncing, then pushing into mine in a hug. "Ooooo," she giggled when we were nipple to nipple. Noticeable even through our clothes.
"You win!" I said laughing because she was easily double my C cup. She was in no hurry to let go of me and I thought it was a suitable time to ask her about modeling for me. "I'd love to paint you, Bev. Nude if you're comfortable with that."
"Oh my god yes! Name the time and I'll be ready."
"Okay, probably after my next weaving class. Feel free to move into your studio when you want. I'll move the walls... Oh, do you want to have a wall of windows, or have the area in the back?" She indicated she preferred the back and practically skipped out the door.
BEVERLY
Three of my college friends helped me move the clay and sculpting pedestals into my new studio. The guys were impressed and offered to pose, naked of course.
I laughed and said, "Okay, I'll keep you guys in mind! Thank you so much for helping me today," I said, hugging each one and locking the door behind them.
Shania set up my studio wonderfully with two chairs and a small table. I could use the mattress platform just by moving a wall. I had access to all the furniture and accoutrements the artists and photographers used before me.
I got a block of clay out and began working it to ready for sculpting. I had plans for this studio. Big plans. And I had already put them into action.
I cleaned up, relaxed in my new chair in my new space, and read emails. I yelped and fist pumped when I saw fifty plus emails already.
"Oh wow, I have that many pictures of dicks already," I murmured to myself and began scrolling through. Long ones, thick ones, short ones, veiny ones, black ones, white ones, circumcised ones, uncircumcised ones. All cocks were represented.
I was looking for the perfect dick and balls to sculpt and began filtering through. Most went in the recycle bin, the rest I starred to put aside as maybes until I got more to choose from.
Just looking at all those cocks got my pussy wet and my nipples hard. I have been accused of being a slut, but I did not see that as a negative. I love men. I love sex. Fuck those vestals, I thought.
And the wet panties I got from mashing my tits with Shania's made me even wonder about women now.
This was all making me horny so I slid my shorts and black lace panties off and began caressing my smooth shaved pussy. I loved when my lips were swollen and sensitive and tingled to my touch.
After licking my juices from my fingers I began running them through my wet slit, and teasing my clit. I slid my other hand into my black lace bra and began pinching my large shell pink nipples.
I closed my eyes, tipped my head back with one leg over the arm of the chair. I fantasized the owner of one of those cocks walked in to catch me, spread wide, my pink pussy glistening, my fingers strumming my clit. Hearing my soft moans, he would drop to his knees in front of me.
I would moan again when his breath washed over my cunt, the tip of his tongue softly swishing over my clit. I tried to grab his head and pull his face into my wet pussy, but he remained in control.
He ignored my whimpers and slowly, oh so slowly aroused me. He pushed my shirt up and I pulled it over my head and reached behind me to unleash my tits into his waiting hands.
He moaned and vibrated against my cunt when he squeezed and kneaded. My natural DD were more than a handful for him, but he knew what to do. He pinched and pulled my light pink nipples until they were long bullets. His tongue on my clit and nipple twisting made me cum and I flooded his mouth and face with my juices.
I licked my fingers gasping from the hard orgasm from my fantasy. Happy that I told Shania that I did not want windows in my part of the studio.
I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I would be perceived as a typical college student. My natural strawberry blonde hair was long, the waves long enough to curl over my nipples. I had full pink lips and ice blue eyes. I only wore mascara because my eyelashes were blonde, and lipstick at times.
I had rounded hips and plump ass, which balances out my ample breasts. My mama and sister were built the same. So much so we have always worn each other's clothes.
I ran my hands over my skin, soft smooth and angelic white, not marred by tan lines, freckles, or some other things to mar my alabaster skin.
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Three days later I had the list of guys scheduled to meet in my studio so I could see their cocks in person. They began arriving at eleven o'clock and done by four, and I did not find one cock that had the right characteristics to sculpt. I was discouraged, to say the least.
Normally I would be horny after all those cocks but being disheartened by it all, I just grabbed my bag and left. On the way out I found a note that Shania left on my door saying Curtis knew someone that may be just what I was looking for. I rang him up immediately and he agreed to come to the studio the next day.
Luckily, I had no classes at all so I went to the studio early to prepare, hoping this guy would work out and I could start on my sculpture. The block of clay was sized, covered with plastic and all my sculpting tools were out and ready.
Al arrived right on time.
"Hi, come on in," I said, opening the door to a huge black man, obviously a player friend of Curtis because he was every bit as broad shouldered and muscled.
He nodded and looked around seeing all the looms in various states of progress. "What did you need me for again?"
I led him into my studio and closed the door. I waved a hand towards the pedestal with clay and tools and began to explain, but he interrupted me.
"How old are you anyway? Sixteen?" His massive presence was unnerving.
"No! I'm twenty-two. I'm a college student."
"You don't look twenty-two," he sniffed. "Curtis said you want to sculpt me. Is that right?" I nodded. "I should charge you for that." My heart sank. I could barely afford supplies. "But I won't."
