She nods.
“And your pussy?”
“I’m wearing a skirt. It’s not—I mean, you can see it, but it’s not—”
“Show me.” I take off my jacket, head to my desk, and drape it over one of the guest chairs. “Show me what the photo looks like.”
Slowly, staring at her, I unfasten my cuff links while she pulls the stretchy top over her head.
She reaches behind her to unhook the lacy pink bra.
Her breasts fall down on her chest, the nipples huge and pink and hard.
I twist out of my shirt as she steps out of her flats.
Then she slides her hands up under her skirt.
Then slowly pulls the panties down and steps out of them.
I toss the shirt on the chair as she kneels down on the ground.
On her hands and knees, she leans forward and arches her back, her ass in the air.
“I just, um…”
I can’t help it; I kneel down behind her and lick the glistening slit of her pussy.
“Mm, yeah, that’s it.”
“You weren’t playing with yourself or anything?”
“No.” Her voice sounds tight.
I give her pussy another lick.
“No, that’s—that’s it.”
“Dirty fucking little slut,” I say calmly and smack her ass. “You’ll do anything for a cock, won’t you? Except, of course”—I stand up—“give the man who’s actually fucking you, who’s actually doing nice things for you, a fucking picture of your tits.”
“You can take one now.” She lets out a little moan.
“Can I?”
“Add it to your sick collection or whatever.”
I pull out my phone and snap a few photos. “Now open your mouth a little bit, make it look like you can’t wait for my cock.”
“Yeah, I need you nice and hard for me,” she says sarcastically, but there’s a little hitch in her breath.
“People don’t understand art, don’t understand my art collection. I like to wait for the perfect piece to come along. Then it has to be curated. You have to be patient and wait for the perfect piece. Of course…” I reach down and dig my fingers into the back of her neck. “That doesn’t work if someone has the piece already. Then you just have a replica.”
“I think I’ll take it in another medium. You’re going to be my little porn star for the afternoon. How’s that?”
“I really shouldn’t.”
I hit Record on the laptop camera. There’s Winnie on the screen, her giant tits on display on the oversized monitor connected to the laptop.
“No?” I slide my hand down the curve of her tits, pinch her nipple, then reach down to pull up her skirt just to keep a little peek of the smooth slit of her pussy. “So Knox gets to jack off to your tits every night, and I get nothing?” My fingers slide into her pussy and circle her clit; her pussy’s dripping wet. “I know you’re a little slut. You like people watching you come.”
