The Talented Sculptor

The white negligee set out nicely against her sleek ebony skin. Tendrils of perspiration trickled down her slender neck and settled down in pearly drops upon the upper swell of her inviting bosom. Unmindful of the impact of her dishabille on the two naked models in front, Maggie chiseled away at the slab of marble. Brows knitted, her wondrous fingers gradually breathed life into the lump of rock. Carefully selected from a shortlist of hunky men, both Joe and Bob epitomized the beauty of the male form, and her muse pranced at the myriad opportunities of their barreled chests and brawny limbs.

The contract stipulated that Joe and Bob move in with Maggie into her discrete studio out of the city where they would be confined for the duration of her project. That is how she worked, isolating herself from her husband and family to unshackle her mind from the constraints of domesticity. The unhindered ambiance unleashed her creativity and inspired renowned works of erotic love.

Visions of the last few days danced in blurred images before Maggie’s eyes. Her skilled fingers had explored every intimate detail of their white bodies as she endeavored to capture the essence of their personae in marble. Every passing moment had dragged her closer to the brink as her overwhelming sensuality spun a deadly web of unbridled lust. Both, her splendid isolation as well as her stark vulnerability thrilled her. Joe and Bob could take her at will, and her lithe frame would be defenseless against their brute strengths. She sensed their hungers for her voluptuous black body. The awareness triggered an exquisite ache between her thighs, catalyzing the sexual tension vital to her art.

Maggie caressed the contours of the statue. It almost bordered on perfection save for one crucial detail that necessitated an even better understanding of her subjects. Hesitant steps drew her closer to them. Trembling hands reached forward and grasped their engorged phalluses. Dropping her eyelids, she concentrated all her energies on the contact, the throbbing masculinities suffusing her body with vigor and vitality.

Kneeling, she squeezed and kissed the hard members; traced her thumbs over the thick veins protruding beneath the smooth skin. The feral odors wrapped her mind with desire. Focusing first on Joe positioned to her left, she rolled her tongue across his erect muscle and savored the sensation of the silky tissue. By turns, she sucked and nibbled both men, twirled her tongue over the bulbous heads, and committed every detail to her astounding memory.

The masculine moans pulsed her body with pleasure. She sighed when the men finally took charge. Her shut eyes and rapturous expression deceived the exalted state of her mind. Strong hands raised her to her feet, but she continued to clutch their rigid members. Her body tingled at the sound of her dress being torn to shreds. Ardent lips encircled around her turgid nipples. Hard hands and skilled mouths worshiped every inch of her flesh. Powerful arms lifted her and made her straddle a seated Bob atop the granite platform.

“You’re so beautiful, Maggie,” gasped Bob.

Maggie flung her arms around his neck and drew him closer. “I need to feel you, baby.”

Their mouths locked, and she pressed her breasts against his hard chest. Maggie shuddered when the swollen tip of his hardness traced the length of her aching slit. The strong musky odor of her sex screamed her need. She thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on his spear. Her restlessness soothed a bit at having him buried inside her warmth.

Solid pectorals pressed Maggie from behind, and she felt Joe’s hand slide between Bob and her to grab her breasts. She threw her hand behind to entwine around Joe’s neck and muttered. “I need to feel you too.”

Joe kissed her face and whispered something in her ears. A naughty smile playing on her lips, she pinned Bob onto his back, crouched over him, and wriggled her hips in the air. Her heart pounded feeling Joe part her ass cheeks. Riding Bob’s erect member embedded inside her quivering flesh, her body shuddered as Joe’s wet tongue strained at her butt hole. She clenched her teeth when Joe’s fat fingers smeared her anus with lube before pushing his hardness into the puckered entrance. Exquisite pain gave way to ecstasy when her sphincter yielded to the advance of his muscular rod.

The inflamed members thrust mercilessly inside her, their massive girths stretching her to the hilt. Rocking back and forth, the delicious friction made her feel like a fairy floating through paradise. The sounds of raw sex and the images of her ebony flesh sandwiched between white muscles set her mind aflame. Her body tightened, and her juices gushed forth. The relentless convulsion of her love muscles tipped both men over the edge and milked their shafts for every drop of their seed.

Semen dripping down her legs, the blind woman set to work at once, refusing to clean or dress. She had to sculpt the phalluses of the statue while the smells and sensations were still alive in her mind. It was the only way her art could overcome her advancing blindness.

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