The art center where I worked as a fine art photographer was formerly a textile factory during the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. The property was purchased by a wealthy investor who renovated the factory and rented spaces out to artists of all varieties. The old brick walls and old wooden floors remained from the old factory, but a/c, electricity, modern plumbing, a shower area for the artists (some of whom always seem to get filthy while working), and WiFi were all installed, turning the old factory in to a hipster art lover’s dream.
I’ve always been fond of a strict, disciplined schedule for myself. I spend every week Monday through Wednesday shooting portraits at my studio, Thursday’s working on my own personal work, and Friday and Saturday editing everything I’ve shot for the week. This Saturday was no different than most others: a late evening working on whatever photos I haven’t yet edited so I can return the proofs to clients and send them to a print shop to be printed.
This evening, I was editing photos commissioned by a local singer for her new album and for her social media profiles. She was a young country singer, and very beautiful. The image on the screen in front of me was intended to be the image on the back side of her album. In it, she faced away from me and leaned over a wooden fence in a field with her ass in short denim shorts facing me. Dust swirled around her, illuminated by the setting sun, obscuring her in a glowing fog of dust. The front side of the album would be photographed from the other side of the fence with her facing the camera with her long, black hair flowing in the wind which swirled up the dust.
The sun was setting behind the city skyline through the window behind my computer desk. The art center closes to the public at 7:00PM, so there were no potential customers or visitors roaming the halls. I hadn’t even heard anyone walking down the creaky halls in the last hour, so I knew I was here alone. My day of editing had been long, and I needed one more break before finishing up for the night. And this photo in front of me seemed like a good stopping point.
I stood up, unbuttoned my shorts, and tossed them aside before sitting back down. I pulled my erect penis through the hole in front of my boxers. As I began stroking myself, I imagined taking this singer from behind right there as she was bending over the fence. I closed my eyes and imagined her moaning in pleasure as I thrust in and out of her.
“Oh god,” I whispered as I imagined slipping myself in to her ass.
“I see you have a fetish for country girls,” said a voice behind me.
I quickly stuffed myself back in to my boxers, though the bulge was as visible as when it was out. My face turned red as I apologized.
“Oh my god! I didn’t know anyone was here! I – I was, uhhhh,” I stuttered, keeping my back turned to Riley, the short and slender ceramicist that rented the studio next door
“It’s ok, big boy,” she reassured me as she stepped up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and looking down at my erection hidden under my boxers. “She’s very pretty, and I understand why you’d want to fuck her,” she continued, running her hands to my chest. She bent down as she caressed my slightly toned chest. “Everyone needs a good fucking sometimes, and it looks like you got just the tool,” she whispered as her hands moved slightly downward towards my seven-inch penis.
“W-what are you doing?!” I stuttered as she rolled me back in my computer chair a few steps. She giggled as she stepped in front of me. She was wearing a black tank top, stained from working with clay all day. It was tight enough to accentuate her small breasts. Her black, knee-length skirt and white leggings were equal stained, and her short blonde hair was held back with a white headband. Even with the stains and disheveled hair, she was extremely beautiful, and I knew what was happening, but I was too nervous to know how to respond.
She straddled me as I sat in the armless computer chair and put her arms around me.
“Today has been a long day for both of us. And I NEED a release,” she whispered – more like demanded. She pressed herself against me, pressing herself against my penis.
“I’ve never done this,” I confessed, turning red. She seemed surprised at first, but then smiled.
“Even in college? I’m sure this would be quite the pleaser,” she teased as she looked down and then back at me.
“No. I didn’t date much,” I confessed.
“You’re shy. I like that,” she teased as she pushed herself against my penis. My hands moved to her tiny waist. “But you’re probably not going to last to long,” she said and smiled before leaning forward and putting her breasts in my face.
Not knowing what to do, my hands moved up her back and pulled her chest on to my face.
“Hold up,” she said after a moment. She leaned back and slowly pulled her shirt off, tossed it aside, and presented her small breasts to me. She leaned back forward, and a breast founds its way to my mouth. She wrapped her arms around me as I moved from one to the other. My hands slowly moved down to her ass, still covered by her skirt. She leaned back and smiled.
“You want my ass, don’t you?” she teased. “You were imagining fucking her ass, weren’t you?”
“Y-yes.” I answered
“Tell me you want my ass,” she demanded as she pushed herself against me. “Tell me you want to fuck my ass.”
“I want to...” I paused, shyly. “Fuck your ass.”
She smiled deviantly as she leaned back and slid off me and stood up. “Then that’s what you’re going to do.”
She slowly slid her skirt off and kicked it aside. She then kicked her sandals off and kicked them across the room. She turned around, bent over, and put her hands on my computer desk.
“It’s all yours,” she said as she wiggled her cute little ass in front of me.
I didnt know what to do. I hesitated for a moment before putting a hand on each side. I slowly moved my face towards her and rubbed my face against her ass, still covered by leggings.
“You like it?” she giggled? Then she gasped as I slowly ran my tongue up her ass crack. “Now you’re getting freaky,” she laughed before standing back up and turning around to face me. She straddled me once again, lifted my shirt off, and tossed it aside.
“I’m going to take my leggings off,” she explained as she ran her hands against my chest, slowly making her way downward. “Then I’m gonna kneel in front of the couch,” she continued as she looked to the old cloth couch against the wall behind me. She slipped down on her knees and looked up at me. “Then you’re going to slip your dick between my ass cheeks and hump me until you come,” she finished explaining as her hands pulled my penis through my boxers.
I nodded, then gasped slightly as she tugged on me a few times before standing up. I watched her walk across the room and then turn to seductively smile at me before turning back and slowly pulling her leggings off and leaving them in a pile in the floor.
“Are you coming or not?” she teased as she turned to me while kneeling.
“Uhh… yeah,” I nervously answered. I tossed my boxers off as I made my way to her.
I knelt down behind her and put my hands on her waist. As I pressed myself against her, she moved a hand down to her pussy. I positioned my penis between her ass cheeks like she demanded and slowly began humping against her.
“It’s like a hot dog,” I whispered.
“What?” she asked, gently stroking herself.
“It’s a weener between two buns,” I joked.
“Oh my god!” she giggled. “This better be the best fucking hot dog you’ve ever had,” she joked as she moved my hand to her wet pussy.
“I think it will be,” unsure of how to answer.
As I grew more comfortable with what was happening, I pressed harder against her and thrust more forcefully. My hands moved to her small breasts while she fingered herself. I tried to control my thrusting because she snuck in on me mid-masturbation session, and I didn’t want to disappoint her by finishing too early. And I also enjoyed the sound of her moaning gently as she pleasured herself.
I brushed her hair aside before moving my hand back to her breast. She moaned as I gently kissed and sucked on her neck.
“Oh my god,” she gently whispered as she pressed her ass against me and began fingering herself more forcefully. She pressed her ass against me harder as she leaned forward and bounced against me. I grabbed her waist and tried to direct her bouncing on me as I neared orgasm.
“I’m gonna come!” she breathed as I forced myself against her, pushing her in to the couch. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” she panted as she pleasured herself until she let out one more “Oh myyyyy GOD!” and fell limp.
Her climax brought on my own orgasm. I thrust forcefully between her asscheeks and pushed her in to the couch. My hands moved to her breasts and squeezed hard as she pushed her ass against me.
“Fuck me, Andrew!” she demanded. “Fuck my ass! Fuck it!” she ordered. I squeezed her breasts hard as her demands finally brought me to orgasm.
“Ohhhhhh god!” I exclaimed as my final thrusts ended with her entire petite lower back getting soaked.
“Oh, wow. That feels like quite a load,” Riley giggled.
“Yeah,” I agreed. I leaned forward and held her as I shrunk between her cheeks
“I’m gonna need a towel,” she said after a moment.
“Right,” I agreed as I jumped up to look around. After a fruitless search, I picked up my boxers, wiped myself off, and then rubbed my jizz off of her back and ass cheeks. I tossed the soiled boxers in the trash can by my desk as she sat on the couch, still naked.
“Come sit by me,” she insisted. I piked up my shorts to put them back on. “No! Don’t bother,” she smiled.
Nervously, I walked to the couch and sat down. She straddled me once again and kissed me. As our tongues danced, she put her hands in my hair, and mine moved to her ass. She leaned back after a moment.
“Meet me in the women’s shower room in thirty minutes,” she whispered before slowly getting up and picking up her skirt and shirt, bending down to show me her cute little ass before giving me a teasing smile as she walked naked back to her studio next door.
