Canvas of Her Slit

The moment Elena saw Marcus step into the hotel suite, her pulse kicked hard between her legs. The air smelled of fresh linen and city rain. She was on a business trip to capture private commissions for a wealthy collector, and he was the model she'd specifically requested.

"I've been thinking about this pose since the plane," Elena said, voice low as she locked the door behind him. Her sketchpad already lay open on the table, pencils scattered like an invitation.

Marcus smirked, peeling off his damp shirt. His chest was broad, skin still cool from the rain. "You mean the one where I spread my legs and show you everything? Or are we skipping straight to the part where you stop pretending this is just art?"

Elena's breath caught. She was thirty-two, successful, and rarely let herself blur lines like this. But something about the way his dark eyes tracked her made her pussy ache. "Shut up and get on the bed. Naked. Knees apart."

He obeyed, cock already half-hard as he settled against the pillows. The city lights bled through the half-closed curtains, painting gold across his thighs. Elena's fingers trembled while she adjusted her easel, but her gaze kept dropping to the smooth, heavy line of his dick resting against his balls. She could see the faint ridge where his slit would open if he got fully erect.

"Like this?" Marcus asked, spreading his knees wider. His voice had gone rough. "You wanted to study my cock up close, didn't you? That's why you flew me out here."

Elena licked her lips. The explicit scene started faster than either expected. She set the pencil down, walked over, and knelt between his legs. Her hands slid up his inner thighs, thumbs brushing the crease where leg met groin. "I want to paint your slit first. The way it glistens when you're leaking for me."

Marcus groaned as her breath ghosted over his thickening shaft. "Fuck, Elena. Touch it. I've been hard since the elevator."

She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking slowly until the head swelled and the tiny slit at the tip parted, a clear bead of precum welling up. Leaning in, she dragged her tongue across it, tasting salt and heat. "Mmm. So fucking pretty. This little slit is going to give me everything tonight."

He bucked, fingers tangling in her dark hair. "Suck it. Please. I've wanted your mouth on me since you sent that first email."

Elena didn't tease anymore. She took him deep, lips stretching around his girth, tongue pressing into the sensitive slit on every upstroke. Wet sounds filled the room, mixed with his ragged breathing. Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing her soaked pussy through her panties. The ache was unbearable.

"Goddamn, your throat feels good," Marcus panted. "But I want that pussy. Show me yours. I know you're dripping."

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. Standing, she stripped fast, kicking her skirt and panties aside. Her shaved pussy lips were puffy and slick, the delicate slit between them already open and shining. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his face.

"Lick it," she ordered, grinding down. "Taste how wet painting your cock makes me."

Marcus grabbed her ass and buried his tongue between her folds, lapping at her clit then pushing inside her tight channel. The wet, obscene sounds made her moan loudly. She rocked against his mouth, smearing her juices across his lips and chin while she reached back to stroke his throbbing dick.

"Fuck, yes... right there. Suck my clit, Marcus. Harder."

He obeyed, sucking the swollen nub between his lips while two fingers slid into her pussy, curling against her front wall. Elena's thighs shook. The first orgasm hit fast; she cried out, flooding his mouth with fresh wetness.

Before she could recover, he flipped her onto her back. "My turn to study this pretty slit up close." He pushed her knees wide, staring at her exposed pussy. Two fingers spread her lips, revealing the pink inner folds and the small opening that clenched visibly.

"Look at this tight little pussy slit," he growled. "Gonna fuck it deep."

He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream, then thrust in hard. Elena arched with a sharp cry as he stretched her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed. He fucked her in long, powerful strokes, watching her tits bounce and the way her pussy lips gripped his shaft on every pull.

"Harder," she begged, nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck my pussy. Fill that slit with your cum."

Marcus groaned and changed angles, pounding harder. Sweat slicked their bodies. The headboard banged against the wall. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto all fours, and drove back in from behind. The new position let him hit even deeper. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other smacked her ass lightly.

"Such a greedy slut for a business trip," he teased between thrusts. "This pussy is creaming all over my cock."

"I'm gonna come again," Elena gasped. Her walls fluttered, then clamped down hard as the second orgasm ripped through her. She pushed back against him, moaning his name.

Marcus couldn't hold back. He buried himself to the balls and came with a guttural sound, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her spasming pussy. When he finally pulled out, a trickle of his seed leaked from her well-fucked slit, dripping down to the sheets.

They collapsed together, breathing hard. Elena traced a lazy finger through the mess between her legs, then brought it to her lips. "Best reference session I've ever had."

Marcus laughed softly, pulling her close. "When's your next business trip? I want to paint your slit next time."

She kissed him, tasting both of them. "Tomorrow. Same time. Bring your brushes."