How Art Can Be Useful

After paying the entrance fee, Lindsey stepped into the Creative Workshop & Gallery, one of the many art museums in this country. She arrived here at 5pm on Wednesday, the receptionist informing that it was the last hour before the museum closes for the day. But she wasn't intent on spending hours examining every single artwork and sculpture. In this age of social media, just like other girls in their early 20s, she was hoping to get some interesting visuals she could share online with her followers. She briefly scanned through the countless display pieces as she made her way across different sections of the museum until she identified the direction of the "Innuendo" art section, upon which she made a beeline for it.

Her eyes shone at the variety of the so-called "artful displays of sexuality". She knew there's no museum guide around and she's probably the only visitor at this time. With that in mind, she decided to risk being a little more "creative" with her selfies - All for her followers. Her hand reached out for one of the display pieces, unaware that there's actually someone upstairs bothering to monitor these art pieces via security cameras scattered around the entire museum.

Matthew is a jaded security guard in his late 30s, who had been working shifts on this museum for the past year. From the last phone call with the receptionist who just departed, Matt was notified to lock up the museum after the last visitor leaves - The receptionist put up the "Closed" sign on the museum glass entrance right after Lindsey entered. Matt sat alone in the control room, confirming that Lindsey was indeed the only visitor left in the museum.

"Can't afford to invest in exhibition security and expect one guy to monitor all movements," Matt grumbled to himself.

From one of the camera feeds, he caught a close-up glimpse of this pretty black-haired girl and admired how her big tits bounce in that tight white blouse as she shifted directions, and that similarly tight grey skirt hinting at a pert round ass as she bent over to look at one of the artworks. He became annoyed when he saw Lindsey messing with a display model holding a rolling pin. She re-positioned the rolling pin to a much more suggestive spot and began posing with it for a fun selfie using her phone's camera.

Do I have to step in for that stupid crap?! Matt thought to himself, getting ready to confront the girl over those whimsical art pieces. It has been a few months since he last entered that infamous section to intervene, having to reprimand the rare visitor who ignored the rules about not touching the exhibits. Not that in his mind these are worth protecting - How the fuck are these Michelangelo wannabes worthy of admiration with rubbish any random kid can accomplish?

A random thought crossed Matt's mind, and a nasty smile formed. He put on a mask and grabbed some rope. This visitor was about to learn a lesson she won't forget.

Lindsey was still in the midst of identifying the best way to reposition another model when suddenly something sharp poked her back. Matt's big, callused hand grabbed her neck while his other free hand pointed his pocket knife at her spine.

"Don't bother screaming, bitch, we are the only two visitors left here," Matt harshly whispered in her ear from her back.

"Take your hands off the display," and with trembling hands Lindsey obeyed.

"What's your name?"

"Lindsey," She gasped.

"Do you know you are not supposed to touch the exhibits?"

She nodded.

"You liked taking selfies in this crap art section huh?" Matt quipped as he put his pocket knife back to its sheath and shoved it to his back pocket, still maintaining a tight grip on her neck, before continuing, "Let me help you with that."

Lindsey barely had a second to register her puzzlement at his quips before he grabbed her phone off her and put it on the table near them.

"Hey, what t-" Lindsey could not finish her complaint before Matt spun her around to meet his masked appearance. Panic crept over Lindsey; she had no idea who he was. Towering over her, he is so much bigger and almost certainly far stronger than she is.

"You will now be my obedient bitch if you want to live," Matt growled, holding a small pile of rope with one end that already had been tied into an elaborate knot with a hoop of some kind. There's no way she could fight back. If she obeyed him, she might just be able to make it out alive.

Matt put the hoop over her head and secured it tightly while still ensuring Lindsey can breathe comfortably. It was a neck collar and Matt had his hand on the other end of the rope. Indeed, Lindsey became his bitch.

What next? Lindsey wondered. If only she knew his intentions.

Matt held her phone and unlocked it with the phone's face recognition technology.

"Strip," he ordered as he stepped back.

"What?"

"You heard me, you aren't running away, so take off your blouse now!"

With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Matt breathed out audibly as he ogled at those bra-clad breasts that looked as if they were straining to get out.

"Your bra too."

She obeyed albeit more hesitantly, and covered herself up instantly after her bra fell.

"Not the place for you to be modest, Lindsey, take your hands off now!"

She looked away in shame as her hands uncovered her toplessness. He handed her the rolling pin she was playing with earlier.

"Put this between your breasts and squeeze with your hands so it would hold."

Lindsey fought back tears as she posed in the way he ordered.

"Good dog," Matt praised and snapped a photo of her topless self holding a rolling pin between her mashed together breasts.

"Now that's a photo your followers would like, pretending that this is a cock tit-fucking you!" He laughed before taking the rolling pin from her.

"Take off your skirt."

Lindsey knew better than to disobey, given that he lightly tugged at her neck collar as a warning. Her pink panties get exposed before his eyes.

Matt pushed Lindsey in the direction of a painting of a butt-looking peach, getting ready for her second photo.

"See that pink peachy there? I want you to pose right under that painting, bend over and show your ass!"

She bent over, showing off her panty-clad peach-shaped ass but dared not look back at the camera.

"Uh oh, bad dog," He hisses as he tugged at her neck, "Look back at the camera and smile!"

She strained as her head turned back. She put on that comically wide smile that betrayed her anguish at being degraded, immortalizing her this way with another digital photo.

"Good, with this you can ask your friends who had a prettier ass, yours or the painting!"

"Oh and also, take off your panties now."

With tears rolling, she let her panties slide down her shapely legs. She had just completely undressed before this stranger.

"I have another idea, see that model over there?" Matt pointed to a feminine model made of paper mache. Its legs were spread apart with two hands covering what's between.

"Lie down next to her in the same position, and start frigging yourself off!"

Her eyes grew wide-open at the order, but did as told. On her back with her legs apart, her hands gingerly hovered over her pussy. A couple of her fingers made their way into her pussy while her other hand gently rubbed her clit. Matt began recording this. Knowing that he won't make her stop until she climaxed, she eventually decided to get this over quick and proceed to furiously rub herself off.

It did not take too long for a moan to escape her lips.

"Yes, you're doing a good job... Keep going... cum for me, bitch."

And she did. Lindsey rolled her eyes and cried out loud, her legs shuddering as she climaxed, all these moments captured on her phone.

Her face was red from having just orgasmed and still in a daze, she got back up with shaky legs after a rough tug on her neck collar. She was led to one corner of the room, to the most overtly sexual sculpture and probably the most bizarre of the exhibits in this section: Displayed on a raised wooden platform was a huge boulder-like red object aptly named "Pricks", with several phallic-shaped appendages poking out at different places.

"Get onto your hands and knees, bitch."

Lindsey faced the sculpture, one large red appendage at the lower end aimed straight at her face. It seemed to be made out of hard, smooth plastic and looked sturdy enough.

"Start sucking it like you are meant to!"

She opened her mouth and engulfed it between her lips, trying her best to imagine like she's blowing her boyfriend, except that this particular shaft is cold and hard.

"Good memories to take back home, wouldn't you agree?" Matt cheered as the video camera on Lindsey's phone started running again, focusing its attention on her head bobbing up and down against the shaft before running across the curves of her body until her adorable bubble butt emerged at the end.

After a couple minutes of that embarrassing display of simulated oral sex, Matt ordered Lindsey to switch around, making her push back her pussy against that same shaft. He secured the rope to a pillar nearby like she's his pet. He made her hump against the red exhibit, sinking her pussy in and out of the now saliva-coated makeshift dildo. She groaned with a combination of pain and pleasure as her pussy's muscles worked on that material.

"Look! Lindsey loved fucking this big red prick! Finally, an art piece here that has actual value!"

She didn't reply but closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she endured the discomfort of having that hard plastic stretching her out. She tried to ignore that Matt was happily recording her humiliation.

Lindsey did not know when, but after she opened her eyes, she found that Matt had already put her phone aside and taken off his pants and underwear. He knelt before her, pointing his half-erect cock in her direction, straight at her face.

"Giving you a chance to suck real cock."

She took his cock in her mouth while at the same time her hips bounced off against the red shaft. Not bad for a cocksucker, Matt thought and groaned at the pleasure of having his cock sucked by a warm, wet mouth for the first time in months. His cock eventually grew to its maximum size where her mouth could barely fit half of its length, upon which without giving her any notice, he grabbed her head and began thrusting savagely down her throat.

Lindsey had to adjust to Matt's own brutal rhythm such that her body shoved back against the sculpture each time he pushed the entire length of his cock down her throat.

She hated to admit it, but her pussy was stirring again, dripping slick and wet with lubrication. Her hips were accustomed to Matt's pace too and she began moving almost of her own accord. Then without warning, her second climax hits her. She made a muffled orgasmic moan with that cock in her mouth - She simply couldn't believe she's orgasming on this gross-looking sculpture!

But Matt had lots of stamina and he continued pumping against her throat. She made another muffled protest and tapped his hand for a time-out.

"Had enough?"

Lindsey coughed as saliva dripped down the mouth. True, the forced deep-throat was uncomfortable enough, but not as bad as having her pussy grind against that plastic yet again after an excruciating second orgasm.

"Yes! Don't make me fuck that red thing."

"Okay, so you want to fuck a real cock instead, mine?" He offered.

"What? No!"

"Suit yourself," Matt shrugged and immediately shoved his cock back into her open mouth. It didn't take more than a dozen subsequent strokes of simultaneous skull-fucks and thrusts against the red sculpture for her to tap his hand again to signal her surrender.

"Alright! Alright! I'll do it!"

"Do what?"

"I want a real cock, I don't want that plastic cock in me!"

"You forget to say please," he pulled at her collar, making her gasp.

"Please fuck me, I'll do anything, just please take that plastic toy out of me!" She pleaded desperately, her volume increasing into a shout word after word.

With that, Matt smiled and pulled her off the sculpture, making her gasp with relief. If there's one thing Matt must credit these pretentious artists for, it would be to produce these museum junk that allowed him to nail this young woman.

He lay down on the floor and motioned for Lindsey to ride him. She put one hand on his chest and guided her pussy into his fully erect cock with the other. As she sank deep into it she groaned at the warm sensations of this huge cock penetrating her. It still felt smaller and thinner than the red plastic shaft she was forced to fuck, but far more comfortable and she had to admit - More naturally enjoyable as well. Matt played with her big tits as she bounced on top of him. She started with slow strokes but her own lust eventually caught up with her. Her mind broken, she threw caution to the winds and fucked the stranger below her with wild abandon, knowing that she's about to experience yet another climax, but one that's likely more satisfying that what she went through the past two times in this very museum.

She bellowed with joy, her head threw back along with her back arching when that euphoria hit. Matt too was ecstatic from the climatic spasms from this pretty young thing and his own hips thrusted upwards greedily. He groaned as he pumped his seed in her, after which she just slumped on top of him, exhausted.

Matt recovered first. He stood up and put his pants back on. He freed Lindsey from the neck collar, picked up her blouse and flung it at her face.

"You better not let me see you pulling this stunt here again, otherwise..."

With those parting words, Matt sneaked away, confident he had gotten away with everything. From the glass window of the control room upstairs, he watched with satisfaction as the dressed but clearly disheveled Lindsey stumbled out of the exit pretending like nothing had happened. He had deliberately powered off the cameras in the exhibit areas where he was moving around so no footage of his deeds was recorded, with the pretext that he was elsewhere investigating that particular technical issue during that crime moment. He resisted the temptation of sending himself a copy of Lindsey's photos and videos, not wanting to get tracked down should she approach the authorities for help. Regardless, he was pretty sure the girl was humiliated enough not to want to make any ruckus about it. Heck, he doubted that she had any desire to recall that trauma in any way.

Matt was wrong about the last part though.

It was yet another Wednesday, the same closing hour, in the same "Innuendo" Section where he spotted her all alone in the museum doing the same shit all over again. Weeks had passed since, and Matt still remembered that incident with fondness.

Matt did not have to think twice about it. He put on his mask, switched off the cameras again, and rushed downstairs with his bag of toys.

Lindsey jolted when she was suddenly embraced from behind and that familiar voice whispered in her ears.

"Oh dear, did someone need a second lesson on not doing this again?"

She gulped. Her pussy began stirring in anticipation as she replied softly.

"Yes..."