Soft light floods the painter’s atelier through the huge skylight. No harsh sun, just a golden glow. Walls vanish under canvases—finished portraits, half-done scenes, blank stretches. Center stage: a podium. Empty easel faces it. Table holds an ivory-cane, brushes, paints, worn palette. Heart pounds. First time here. Impressed. Who’s this famed painter? Handsome, charming, they say.
Servant girl leads me up, tells me to sit on the podium. She slips away. Curiosity hits. I stand, prowl to the walls. Portraits, courtly scenes. Then—hidden gems. Erotic masterpieces. Naked bodies writhing. Solitary pleasures. Couples fucking in wild positions. My pussy floods instantly. Bodies ignite me, even painted.
The Mutation
Closer look. Spot the servant on some. Marie—slim, svelte. Long hair cascading over ass. Perky tits, huge pink nipples. Biteable round butt. Real or fantasy? Face matches. Body? God, I need to know. Pussy throbs. Stack them back. Vow to find out.
Door opens. Marie returns with wine carafe, two glasses. I devour her: sensual mouth, agile tongue licks lips. Delicate ears, slim neck, elegant hands. Tunic gap shows hard tits. She pours. I sip. She gulps half hers.
“Name?” “Marie, but Manon.” Limousin accent. 18. Poses nude for him. Proud body. I pull her close. Rip open tunic. Firm little tit pops out. Pink, swollen nipple. Finger it. She giggles, moans.
“Show yours.” Bold. I hesitate. Wine buzzes. Toiles burn in mind. “Strip first.” She does. Naked perfection. Better than paint. Slim curves. Firm ass. Fuselé legs. Turns. Perky tits. Flat belly. Protruding near-hairless mound. Smiles.
She pounces. Fights my shoes off. Caresses feet, calves. Up thighs. Unhooks stockings. I resist playfully. She wins. Behind me, unlaces corset. Heavy tits spill free. She stares, gropes. Weighs them. Firm skin. Tweaks nipples.
I grab her neck. Kiss hard. Fresh lips, nimble tongue. Side by side. Pinch her tiny hard tits. She drips. Finger her slick slit. Swollen clit. Legs spread. So hot.
Nude now. Legs wide. Pussy glistening. She drips wine on my belly. Licks to bush. More wine floods cunt. Tongue dives. Laps folds. Fingers probe. I buck.
Brush teases skin. Tits, belly, thighs. Pussy lips. Exquisite tickle. “More.” Handle in slit. Beg: “Fuck my sloppy pussy.” She rams. Twists. Fingers clit. Second brush at ass. I shove it in. Double stuffed. On all fours. Ramming both holes. Orgasm crashes. Scream. Collapse.
The Exploit
The Mutation hits. Mask gone. Power surges. Pulsions rule.
Painter bursts in. I grab robe. “No fear. Lie back with Marie. Perfect scene.” Fusain flies. Quick strokes. Her thigh on mine. Hand on tit. Cunt exposed. He grins. Bulge grows.
Marie: “See my ass? Her pussy?” He directs poses. She fingers herself. “Touch her.” I do. Slick heat.
He strips. Huge cock. Thick shaft, fat pink head, heavy balls. Marie strokes it. I guide to her cunt. She impales. Rides hard. I rub clit. She cums screaming.
My turn. Spread wide. He slams in. Fills me. Pounds. Marie kisses, fingers clit. Doggy now. Grips hair. Brutal thrusts. Slaps ass. Red heat. Fingers clit. Cum explodes.
He pulls out. Marie jerks. Cum sprays back, ass. She snowballs it. We kiss, swallow.
Exploit conquered. Dominated the scene. Raw power.
He sketches us entwined. I dress. Slip out. City pulses below. Day job waits—lawyer, fierce. Secret burns inside. Stronger. Unbreakable. Shadow heroine forever.