I've been having some trouble getting inspired to work on my art lately. I don't know what's going on, my skill is improving, but my works aren't making me any money. I've gotten a few more promotions at work, but I'm starting to hate going in. I need some of these paintings to sell so I can quit this fucking job. 

 

One of my friends from work, Jasmine, told me about an art gallery all the way out in Windenburg, so I decided to pay a visit and see if I could drum up some inspiration. The pieces were beautiful, and I found myself feeling a lot better about my inherent lack of motivation lately. As I worked my way up to the second floor, I ended up bumping into Jasmine and her friend, Clara. 

 

                        

 

We kicked it and just began chatting about art and our career plans. I brought up the commission idea with Jasmine, and she was all for it. 

 

"I think that's a great idea, Julius! That's actually why I'm here today! Clara wants me to make a cute art piece for the nursery she's been building!" Jasmine seemed really excited about the idea, and Clara was too. "There are very few good artists out here. I'm sure you could find a market for yourself once you get some more artwork out! I love doing commissions! Once my husband gets promoted at his office, I might leave the studio altogether and start doing them full time."

 

She's really out here living my dream, but then again she's the best Pop Art painter in the entire studio... It also doesn't hurt that her husband is angling to be a CEO of his company...

 

                           

 

"Well Julius, I could ask around in my circles and see if anyone has some paintings that they want done. Jasmine says you're a good artist, and I'd love to help get you into this line of work. My family is filled with avid art collectors, so we definitely could get you in touch with some potential clients!" Clara chimed in. "Of course, I'd take a small cut of the profits at some point for getting you connected."

 

According to Jasmine, Clara's family got RICH off of trading art. She has powerful connections in the game for sure. "That would be amazing! What kind of cut were you thinking?" I replied. 

 

"We can talk about payment after you get some commissions out and start making some money." She responded with a weird smirk. 

 

We exchanged numbers and kept chatting for awhile. I was so lost in our conversation and the thought of all this potential money that may be coming in, that I didn't even notice that another young woman had entered the room. She was a cute blonde, with really long legs (or really short shorts. I honestly didn't know). 

 

She was very quiet and not saying much, but I got this weird urge that she was staring at me... I sensed something in those eyes...

 

                      

 

More specifically, it felt like she was staring directly at my pants....

 

                    

 

Those eyes were fixated on something, but I really didn't know what. When there was a lapse in the conversation, she pulled me aside and introduced herself. 

 

                          

 

"Hey! My name is Ann, and I overheard your conversation about wanting to do some commissions. Do you think we could head upstairs and talk some more about a potential piece?" She said. 

 

"Oh definitely!" my eager ass responded. Wow, I didn't think it would be that easy.  We headed upstairs. 

 

Before I could ask what she wanted me to paint, she began kissing and rubbing herself on me...

 

                        

 

"What's going on?" I asked. Not another freak in this town. Summer really wasn't playing... Do I even want this?

 

"I do have a commission idea for you, but it can wait for a bit. Right now, there's something else I see that I want more..." she replied. I really gotta stop wearing tight pants everywhere, 

 

She unzipped my pants...

 

                            

 

She told me to start playing with her tits. They felt so round and soft, and her hands felt so good moving up and down my dick that I got hard instantly. I don't know what compelled her, but Ann was super forward and super open about what she wanted. 

 

                       

 

"Mmm, your cock feels so warm and hard in my hands... I knew this was a good idea." She continued, "I want to taste it..." 

 

She took her shirt off, got down on her knees, and began stroking me harder. While she stroked, she began talking a bit more about what she wanted. 

 

                     

 

"I should explain a little more. I do want some paintings done, but nobody wants to make the types of paintings I want. Those who do are charging way too much for one small print. I think you can help me, but I feel like I might need to do some persuading first."

 

She put me in her mouth and began ramming my dick down her throat. My goodness. What does she want??

 

                                 

                      

 

She was going so deep, it felt like she was trying to choke herself on my dick. I started to get more into it, putting my hands behind her head and shoving myself deeper into her throat... her moans and coughs were so sexy. She wanted it rough, and she was going to get it rough.

 

                          

 

"YES" She gasped, "FUCK MY LITTLE THROAT" 

 

Who the fuck even is this bitch??

 

                         

 

She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me down onto the floor and on top of her.

 

"I want you inside of me..." she said as she fit me inside her tight little pussy.  I put a hand on her throat and started stroking her as deep as I could go. She was so tight, it was insane. 

 

                        

 

"Come on, I know you want to choke me harder than that!" she panted. She's insane...

 

I wrapped both hands around her throat and started SLAMMING away...

 

                       

 

I thought I was getting carried away, but she started moaning and pulling me in closer to her. The look on her face was a weird mix of pleasure and pain, but she wrapped her legs around me and told me not to stop. 

 

                       

                       

 

At this point, I was slamming her hips into the floor with every stroke....

 

                       

 

*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* 

 

"Do you hear something?" Jasmine asked downstairs. "I feel like I hear a thumping noise.."

 

                      

 

We kept thumping into the floor... she was wriggling her hips around and moaning the whole time, trying not to scream in pleasure... She had gotten so wet, I was surprised that there wasn't a puddle underneath us.

 

                        

                        

 

She was egging me on to fuck her harder, but I had completely lost control. Before I even realized what had happened, I came, deep inside of her...

 

                       

 

"Unngh. I didn't take my pill today." She panted as we laid there on the floor cooling down. "I think you'll be perfect for what I want to do... We should talk more sometime about what styles of art you do best. I can't afford to pay you a lot, but I feel like we could come to some kind of agreement."

 

Damn... I don't think I've came this hard in years... I feel ridiculous..

 

"I'll think about it." I muttered. Still at an absolute loss for words. 

 

                       

 

We got up, got redressed and exchanged contact info. We decided to grab some coffee next week and talk more about what Ann had in mind. 

 

I don't know what came over me, but all I wanted to do was paint her gorgeous body... I hadn't been this taken by a wave of inspiration since I moved into the area. 

 

Fuck. I'd do her shit for free at this point... I don't even know what happened today... 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...