Art For Art Sake by XP

He was only about fourteen. Young and full of ambition. His skill at drawing was exquisite, you thought. He’d shared his sketches, mostly people he’d met at the night bazaar.

“I want you,” you said to him seductively.

He looked at you, as any horny teen.

“I mean … I want you to draw me,” you answered, but it wasn’t the truth. Your cunt was so itchy and throbbing for young cock, “Come upstairs, where it’s more private.”

He gathered his easel, pencils and paper and followed you like an eager puppy dog.

You closed the door and pointed to the day bed.

“There,” you told him, “Set up your easel and I will sit on the daybed.”

He did as he was told. And while he sharpened his pencil, you removed your clothing. He was so preoccupied, that he hadn’t noticed you sit in front of him. Completely naked.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

His jaw dropped. And he subconsciously licked his lips. You opened your legs wider, to make sure he had an excellent view of your hot, wet cunt. You could smell yourself. So aroused. He stared at your fist-sized firm beasts and erect nipples — but quickly his eyes fell downwards towards your needy cunt.

“Are you going to draw me? Or lick me?”

The bulge in his pants told the truth. He got on his knees, in front of the daybed and hesitantly held your silky thighs. You smiled at him, so sweetly. Ice cream wouldn’t melt in your mouth. His face lowered towards your steamy hot hole. It glistened with an oily wetness and leaked with clear vaginal discharge.

“What … what is that?” he muttered.

“It’s my clit …” you lied.

With one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head, you guided his mouth towards your erect clit. It stood out, proud from your parted labia, like a not-so-tiny cock.

“Suck it,” you ordered, “Suck my little dick and finger my cunt.”

His mouth opened and he wrapped his lips around your expanding appendage. Your shecock. Your demon cock. It throbbed in his warm mouth. It pushed upwards against the roof of his mouth. You felt his tongue doing somersaults around its tip. And then, his exquisite little fingers penetrated you.

“Oh, yes. Fuck. Goddamn. Fuck. Suck it harder. Yer. More fingers. Put your whole hand inside me!”

Female ejaculate soaked his wrist, lubricating your fuck-hole as he masturbated you with his full arm.

“Take off your clothes,” you said, “I want to see your little cock, balls and anal-cunt.”

He did exactly as you told him. Excited, his teen-cock was upright, like a mini flagpole. You gloated over him. He was all yours. Demon fodder. Your shecock stood upright too. But now, the skin on its tip was rolled back, revealing its dark purple head. Your demonic hungry demanded depraved pleasure as you lifted him effortlessly … until his anus was just touching the tip of your spear.

“Please … I don’t want to!” he murmured weakly.

But you had already thrust upwards into his rectum — a cubit of demon cock deeply embedded in his tight bowels. He squirmed, almost dancing on your thick-veined meat. His meek resistance only increased your pleasure.

“This is art,” you whispered as you fucked him to death.

THE END