She had unlocked the door to the studio she shared with two other aspiring artists early. It was just a few minutes after 8 in the morning on a Monday in early August. There was so much work to do. Her big exhibition was just six short weeks away, and she has to finish at least ten canvasses. Fifteen would be better!
And she made tea and put some Beethoven on the CD-player. She changed into her favourite painters coat, the one she had had for years.
It was summer-time and there was a heatwave. Even this early it was very hot everywhere and since she didn´t really expect to be socializing, she simple replaced her clothes with the once while coat, then put canvasses on all her three easels. There would be no time for oil, it had to be acrylic, which made thing a little easier (but not a lot).
Then she took a deep breath and realized that her inspiration just wasn´t there!
She tried to sketch with a soft pencil. That trick worked sometimes, just doing some doodling, but then she had to laugh. Without really thinking, she realized that she had, in fact, been drawing one very large and very erect penis.
She giggled. Crazy.
A few quick lines added muscular thighs.
“Paint is so expensive..” she mumbled under her breath, but began to mix a good skin-colour on her palette. The picture was seen from somewhere between the man´s knees, but only his thighs and his penis was visible, at least right now. She began to paint the base of the dick with fast but careful strokes. She realized that the size would be about the same as a real penis.
She added more umbra and began to paint a rough sketch of the testicles. More detail would follow as soon as the first coat of paint would be dry enough to paint again. Then she sipped some tea and turned the music up a bit. The studio was in an old industrial compound; there would be no complaints from the neighbours. Besides, it was the Berlin philharmonics and Celibidache….
There was something a bit wrong!
The angle was not quite right, a penis could not stand that upright, at least she had never seen that. She took the pencil a drew fingers holding the base. Better!
Then a wrist. It could look as if the viewer (or painter) was holding the penis. Yes, it could work!
She opened the top button. It was already a smouldering hot day. Anybody with a right mind would try to flee the city, and she hoped that Brat and Pierre, the 2 guys she was sharing the studio with, had done that. Now inspiration was coming to her!
She mixed red and blue to various shades of purple. Began to colour the head of the cock. Of her cock, her dream cock. The size and colour of a lamb´s heart.
Much better. Not exactly true-to-life, but good, better than much of her other stuff, and at least more fun to make. She began to think of a back-ground. Something really wild and crazy!
An outdoor scene.
An outdoor scene that could easily be recognized, like…
She walked a few paces back from the easel, to better study her work. A city-scape?
Yes, the man lying on his back on a city bench, the painter/viewer kneeling in front of him, faceless people rushing by. Perhaps the square next to the local train station?
She could absolutely do that!
Then she undid another two buttons. Only one was keeping the old coat together now. Without really thinking, she slipped out of her panties and quickly put them into her purse. It would be so typical her to misplace them, if she didn´t.
Wait….
Same motif, but from a different perspective. The viewer still holding the cock upright, but turned 180 degrees, now looking towards the faceless man´s feet. And the city-scape a different one, but still one that will be easy to recognize.
AND….
One, from the side!
Just as the man ejaculates!!
Humming to the music, she looked at the other canvasses. It would be a waste of time, she couldn´t see that kind of painting ever selling or even get on show. But it would be a fun objective. And she giggled at the thought of using a real, live model for the painting!
There was a sudden, short draught of cooler air in the studio. She could clearly feel it on her bare thighs, but she didn´t really think about it. Any kind of cooling was welcome. She put down the brush and took the pencil. Looked at canvas number 2, all white and untouched. Could be painted over, just took some time a bit of cheap white…
Oh, yes!
Penis number two began to appear from the tip of the pencil. Her tongue were wetting her lips, and she was totally swallowed by her work, even though this obviously was a waste of her time and money. She was swaying to the music. Leaning forwards and wiggling her butt just a little. A good thing that she was alone; that painter´s coat was really too short to be worn when there was any-one else around. Especially while semi-dancing, even if it was to Beethoven.
Painting number two was a challenge, just the penis (and a hand) would not be enough to fill the foreground. Perhaps she could add a tongue and an open mouth, rushing in to catch the load that was being shot out?
She sucked on the end of the pencil, while plundering this.
“Not bad, Alina..”
She let out a short scream. Guy, of of the painters she shared studio with, was standing less than a meter behind her. She had not heard him arrive. Her jaw dropped.
“Painting from memory..?”
It was Pierre, standing behind her other shoulder. God, this was so embarrassing!
“Much better that your usual motifs, in my opinion...”
“Yeah, much more liberated” Pierre took over. Then he placed his hand on her behind!
She was still holding the palette in her hand. She was sharing the rent of the studio with them, and not really more than that. Or so she thought. Now Guy put his hand on her hip, alarmingly close to the last button of the coat. Her pulse were, racing.
“Where did you get the inspiration?”
“Maybe she still needs inspiration...”
“But where can she get inspiration?”
“This early in the day...”
Her head was spinning from looking at them over her shoulders. No, she didn´t want to just turn around, not with the coat almost completely undone.
“Perhaps she has been watching a lot of videos on the internet recently...”
“It is very possible..”
Now Guy let his hand wander in under her coat. Her eyes scanned the room. There was no place near where she could put down the palette. She moaned as he opened the last remaining button. Then she closed her eyes. She was NOT that kind of girl, she was NOT promiscuous, not at all!
A soft, wet kiss on the side of her neck, a hand on one of her breasts, cupping it.
She knew that she should tell them both to back away, right now. That would be the only right thing to do.
“The palette..” was all she could say. Then she leaned just a fraction against Guy. That was not the right way to get out of this situation. She knew that. But….But it just..happened. She shook her head, slowly. Two hands on her tits now. One hand wandering down over her belly. This could NOT be true, this just wasn´t happening!
Both sides of her neck was being kissed now, by two different men. Her legs collapsed and she dropped to her knees. Finally got rid of the palette and pushed it away, let it slide across the dusty floor. Pierre was pulling his shorts down now. She shook her head. Then she put her hand around his thigh. He had a semi-erection on. The colour of the head was much lighter than on her painting. She looked up at him, not really thinking about the fact that her mouth was still open, in silent surprise. He held the cock towards her mouth, placed it against her bottom lip and put his hands around her head. Then he softly pulled her head forwards. It just happened, she began to suck him, began to feel how his prick began to grow. Over the sound of the Eroica-symphony she could hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. That had to be Guy...
She jerked her head back. She should push them away, but something didn´t go the right way. Now she was holding two cock, one in each hand.
“Do you think that she is getting inspiration, Pierre?”
She was sucking them, taking short turns on each of them. Felt how they both grew hard and useful and paint-able. This was research, she told herself that.
Then she was on her hands and knees. Pierre behind her. She was dripping wet.
Her mouth was full of penis, when he penetrated her pussy. This HAD to be a dream, or perhaps some weird kind of nightmare. But she was so incredible horny!
She would climax very soon, if this was to continue.
The guys changed places. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, at least for most of the time. Research, research…
It didn´t work. Her short screams was drowned by the music when she came.
They wanted more, but she was adamant. She made them lie of the floor, while she sucked them. Guy, while she was between his knees and the Pierre, while she was lying across his stomach.
She made them come, first Guy, then Pierre...
