Women Seeking Women #99

She lay spread-eagled across the velvet cushions, her ankles knotted to the bedposts. The artist slid thick brushes between her parted folds, sweeping wet strokes in slow arcs. Her hips lifted to meet the bristles. Color bloomed wherever the brush dipped. He circled her clit with a feather-light touch, then drove the handle deep inside her cunt, thrusting until the brushhead disappeared. Mascara streaked down her cheeks each time she moaned. Another brush pressed between her breasts; its bristles scraped one stiff nipple while he moved the handle buried in her pussy. She clenched. Her inner walls dragged against the lacquered wood. Sweat mixed with fresh paint along the crease of her thighs. He added a second brush, this one thicker, driving it in beside the first until her pussy was stretched around both shafts. Her thighs twitched against the ropes. The end table held an assortment of brushes in every width. He picked the widest. Its fat handle nudged her ass. He eased it past the tight ring, twisting as he worked it inside. Her hole closed around the neck just beneath the bristles. Finally he set the palette aside and freed one hand from its restraint. Two fingers pushed into her mouth. She sucked them as if they were another brush handle, tongue working the knuckles. Her cunt pulsed around the set of brushes inside her. He kept feeding her the third one in short pumps that made her heels dig into the mattress and the ropes creak.