Do You Believe in Magic? (closed)

[Muselight]

The only single, lasting constant in Tracy Colette's life was her love of art. From her very first foray into fingerpainting to the magnificent and professional landscapes and still-lifes she painted now as a young, twenty-one years old adult, she couldn't get enough of painting and improving her craft. But for everything else in Tracy's life, she had phases.

She had that princess phase when she was young, her obsession with Greek mythology phase, her goth teen phase, that phase where she tried very hard to take up cooking and absolutely failed at it. Phases. Even the very color of her hair would go through phases - she changed it up pretty much week to week. Sometimes even more often. Her currently bright teal hair which flowed down past her bare shoulders in luxurious waves shouldn't have looked so soft and smooth like hair that hadn't been touched by harsh chemical dyes, but it did. She had one particular secret to thank for that...

She adjusted the strap of the satchel containing her paint supplies as she walked up to the Fine Arts building on campus and tried to discreetly adjust her blouse, so it wouldn't show so much cleavage. It was making her feel self-conscious, but she had only herself to blame. Right now, she was going through a "try new things" phase which had been inspired by a self-help book she had read. She'd always used to dress conservatively due to feeling shy about her body and shy just in general. But with her newest phase, she decided to give a little thing called "fashion" a try. That was probably how she ended up wearing a forest green strapless blouse which fit tight against her 38C cup breasts and a short, black skirt. She could've sworn the skirt looked longer on the mannequin in the store, but now that she was wearing it? It felt all too short showing off even some of her thighs when she used to only ever wear pants.

She had picked the worst day to try out the new outfit, too. Today was a special day in her art class. Today, they were going to be introduced to a live model reference for their paintings. And not just any live model... A male model. A NUDE male model. Tracy's cheeks burned bright red at the thought. She'd never seen a naked man up-close and personal before. Well, she supposed it wouldn't be THAT up-close and personal, but still certainly more up-close and personal than she had ever been before.

She'd certainly seen plenty of naked men in various adult films and porn - her secret but not so guilty pleasure. But she felt like seeing a naked man up-close would be a lot different than seeing one through a video screen. She hoped she wouldn't embarrass herself. She took a deep breath as she set her delicate hand upon the handle of the door, then she let herself inside.

The art classroom was noisier than usual today as numerous young women chatted in hushed whispers, giggles, and every once in a while some raucous laughter from a section where the party girls of the class sat. Tracy took her seat in front of a canvas next to a few other shy and quiet girls in class. One of them was idly doodling an anime figure on some sketch paper, another was scrolling through her phone looking at who-knows-what, and Penny... well, poor Penny looked like she was on the verge of having a panic attack as usual. She guessed Penny hadn't been paying attention to the nude male model portion of the syllabus when she signed up for the class because she had looked so shocked when it was announced a week earlier.

She glanced at some of the other young women in the classroom - the resident delinquent, Tina, who didn't seem to fit in anywhere, not even with the party girls, was pestering Molly - rumored to be the smartest and most studious young woman in class. Molly, of course, looked as serious, intense, and focused as ever.

"We're supposed to be professional student artists, Tina. We're not supposed to get distracted by a model. He's simply a reference like any other," she said, snapping at the other young woman.

"Yeah, sure." Tina blew a pink gum bubble until it popped. Then, she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just saying... exactly how many cocks have you seen again?"

Molly tensed, her face turning bright red, and she crossed her arms tight over her chest. "That's completely irrelevant!"

Tracy shook her head and began pulling out her special set of paints from her satchel. Maybe Molly wasn't worried about getting distracted by a real, live naked man and his real, live naked penis, but Tracy certainly was worried about it. It'd be a real challenge to her skills as a painter, but even if she was a little worried about getting distracted, she felt... hopeful. She'd just paint to the best of her ability...

With a little help from her magical paint set. She smiled down at it, then looked up when the art professor began clapping her hands in a brisk, sharp manner.

"Okay, everyone! Settle down! Quiet! Focus! We've got a few things to go over before our model arrives, and we can begin-"

There were a few groans in the classroom likely because some of the girls sensed the professor was going to begin lecturing for a little while. Tracy sat still in her seat and listened patiently with some eager anticipation and curiosity about what was to come.

Finally, the professor concluded her lecture. "With all that being said, please allow me to introduce one of my very close, personal friends, who graciously agreed to be our model today despite his undoubtedly busy acting career... Kayne Weston!"

Wait. She knew that name. Tracy's eyes went wide, and she shot a look towards the door.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne Weston sat in a chair by the door as the minutes ticked by. He wore nothing but a black robe synched at the waist, and soon he'd be wearing even less than that. He should be nervous. He knew that much, but he wasn't for reasons he didn't quite understand. Maybe it was because he knew the teacher of the class, Rebecca, and had known her for years. Maybe it was because he'd been naked in front of more people than this before. Hell, it could even be that he knew the expectations of him were likely fairly low since this was his first time doing something like this.

Hearing his name being called from the adjoining room pulled Kayne out of his own head. He rose to his feet, grabbed the door handle, and opened it. A round of applause greeted him as he smiled out at the class and waved. He approached Rebecca, standing in the small open space at the front of the room that had a slight angle to it so that the people in the back could see over the heads and easels of the people in front of them.

Kayne stopped in front of Rebecca and closed his arms around her in a brief hug as she did the same. "Thank you Rebecca...er, Miss...Misses...I'm going to stick with Rebecca if that's okay with you." He let out a small chuckle, bowing his head with embarrassment, even as Rebecca nodded and the class laughed with him. "She really is too kind though." He continued as he stepped away from her but gestured towards her. "Not many people would call what I do acting, but I appreciate it all the same. Simply put, I'm an adult film star, and while I wasn't originally supposed to be here today, the other guy either got sick or cold feet, meaning you're stuck with me for the week. Now, with that being said, I guess there are just two things left to do before we get started..."

Letting his words hang in the air for a moment, Kayne reached down to the belt of the robe at his waist, undid it, and let the robe slide off his shoulders and get caught in the hands he held back there for that reason. A flurry of whistles and cat calls followed, but was actually silenced by a collective gasp by the stunned artists.

Kayne's body was one that many people would be proud to own, from the broad shoulders, chiseled chest, perfect abs, arms and legs with long but defined muscles, flawless skin throughout with nary a hair to be seen. There was also, of course, his penis. "Now, I wouldn't normally do this, but since we all know the questions are going to come anyway, I'm just going to get them out of the way now." Kayne spoke as he moved back towards the chair sitting by the door he'd entered from, set his robe down on it, and grabbed something out of the bag by the floor. As he'd moved, his penis had started to harden, finally finishing as he let one end of the measuring tape he'd grabbed fall towards the floor.

Feeling no shame in his actions as he'd already discussed this with Rebecca, Kaybe turned towards the center of the room, giving everyone in attendance a clear view as he brought the metal tab of the measuring tape to his groin, right at the base of his massive penis. He pulled it along the long shaft until it reached the tip of the mushroom shaped head. "Yes, just over twelve inches. No tricks, angles, mirrors, or Hollywood magic." He then pressed the metal tab against the shaft and wrapped the tape around until it overlapped, put his finger there, and held it up. "Also yes, just over six and a quarter inches circumference. That means about a two inch diameter." Kayne cast a cursory glance at Rebecca who simply nodded for him to continue.

"Now, with that out of the way, shall we get started?" Kayne dropped the measuring tape back into his bag, stepped towards the center of the small space, turned his body somewhat diagonally, reached his arms behind him, and clasped one hand with the other. His feet shifted just a bit, finding a comfortable pose before flexing his legs. The final touches were a turn of his head towards the class and a relaxed face. "The one hour timer, Rebecca, if you please."

 

[Muselight]

Kayne Weston. Tracy had thought it couldn't possibly, REALLY be him. Not the same name she had typed into her search engine over and over again, especially on those extra lonely nights (as opposed to the just regular lonely nights). Not the same name who starred in all of her favorite adult films - the ones that made her legs all weak and wobbly, and her pussy slick and slippery. Not the same name she'd cry out while she furiously rubbed at her clit.

But the moment, Kayne walked through the door clad in a fitted black robe that went well with his warm, dark brown eyes - she knew. It was him. Tracy swallowed hard. She had thought focusing was going to be difficult before, but now? How was she supposed to stop herself from thinking about all the movies she'd seen him in? She stood and clapped her hands along with the rest of the class as he walked in.

She watched her art professor smile kindly at Kayne, and the two of them exchanged a hug, and how easily they laughed together. It made her wonder exactly how much of a close, personal friend he was to her art professor.

"There's no need for you to be modest, Kayne. It's a perfectly suitable career path," Rebecca had told him.

But then, Kayne moved straight to the point and began to disrobe. Tina called out from her corner of the room: "TAKE IT OFF!"

The party girls also shouted a few things. A few of them even whistled. The art professor looked relatively unamused, and Molly? Well, Molly looked as intense and fed up as usual as she rolled her eyes at the immaturity of it all. Tracy, of course, did not call out - she simply watched, wide-eyed, her face bright red. But as soon as Kayne had caught his fallen robe into his hands, a silence fell over the room.

Tracy hoped the soft gasping noise she'd made hadn't just been heard by everyone in the room. It wasn't like she could help it. Although, she had seen his naked form many, many times, it had always been from the view of a computer or television screen - it was different seeing him like he was now - in real life. No screen. Her light blue eyes drank in the form of him - so much of him was so big and solid and strong. He was gorgeous and powerful - perhaps not unlike the Greek Gods and demi-gods she read about in her youth.

And then, of course, there was his cock. It had always looked big whenever she watched him, but seeing it as she was now - She gently bit her lower lip. He looked about as thick as a soda can, and it looked so long. She crossed her legs and squirmed a little on the stool she was sitting on.

Her eyes widened when Kayne got a measuring tape out of his bag, claiming he wanted to get any questions that might arise out of the way. Tracy paused at that and glanced over at Tina who had the biggest smirk on her face while she was watching him. Yeeeeeeah. Tracy really wouldn't have put it past Tina to bombard him with questions like that. And geez... what was that look on Molly's face? She looked even more intense than usual...

Tracy glanced back at Kayne as he was measuring his penis for the benefit of the class. Gosh, she felt so warm - not just in her cheeks which were glowing red at this point, but her entire body.

Twelve inches. She felt a little shiver go down her spine as he talked and pointed out the thickness of his cock as well.

No tricks. No angles. No Hollywood magic. Admittedly, it was something Tracy had always wondered about since he was one of the biggest guys she had ever seen in any of her videos. Other guys she had seen in various adult films and such seemed big, too, but Kayne really had no competition that she could tell in the size department. And then, there was the matter of when he was actually penetrating a woman in one of the films - She sometimes wondered if that was really his cock going inside of the woman in the video because it seemed like it would be too big to fit. Maybe part of that was still in question - clearly, his cock really was as big as it had seemed in the videos, but whether it was actually his cock that was pistoning in and out of the woman in the video in those extreme close-ups could still be in doubt.

Tracy shook her head. No. She shouldn't be thinking about the videos. She needed to set to work painting him. She self-consciously adjusted her blouse from behind the easel in another attempt to not show as much cleavage, then she picked up her paintbrush and began to dabble at her paints which glimmered lightly with magic and promise. But painting really was turning out to be a difficult task.

Fortunately, Tracy was an amazing artist, even unfocused, so as time ticked on, she was capturing his likeness fairly well. But whenever she looked over it with the critical eye of an artist, it didn't satisfy her. It was not her best work, even if a layperson would've been astounded by how life-like the painting seemed.

And then, whenever she looked over Kayne to try and get a good sense for what to paint and how to paint it, she kept getting distracted by his rock-hard abs and the massive dick between his legs. And... maybe part of it was that he was really standing there naked instead of being viewed at from behind a screen, maybe part of it was her imagination and constant replaying of the videos she'd seen in her head, or maybe it was just classical conditioning... She so often only saw him when she was horny and masturbating - but regardless of the reason, there was no denying that her panties were getting wet. Uncomfortably so.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne tried to breathe as slowly as possibly, while also trying to move both his diaphragm and chest as little as possible. He found himself wishing there was a way to breathe like that, but figured it was likely impossible. The space that air was occupying had to go somewhere, right? He also found himself wishing he'd put something on the wall to focus his gaze on. Every movement of every girl in the direction he was looking threatened to distract him. He knew that nobody expected perfection, but he really was doing the best he could.

Kayne had always tried to be humble about his body, knowing how he'd gotten it. Nobody ever would have believed him. He'd been so small in high school, finally passing the five foot mark when he'd become a senior. Yet here he stood, six foot two, with weight and muscles to match. They'd called it late puberty plus a growth spurt, but he knew the truth, not that it mattered in most cases...except one.

A twelve inch penis was naturally something that drew a wide range of emotions from people with the most prominent being curiosity. Long-term relationships weren't really a thing when you had a penis that big, but just about every woman who'd seen it wanted to feel it inside them just once. His social media pages were proof enough of that. Sure, some of them were all talk, but he doubted many of them would turn it down if they were here, in the flesh. They'd ask for one night, leave the next morning walking funny with a story to tell their girlfriends, and then he'd move on as he always had.

Still, Kayne could hardly complain about his lot in life. He'd been lucky, and he knew it, made mistakes here and there, but he did genuinely enjoy what he did. The adult films had their draw, and it was always nice to see the intimidated look on the face of even a seasoned professional porn star when she saw just how big he was. As for what he enjoyed the most though, that was easy. He loved fucking his fans, especially if they were virgins. Every now and again, to keep them guessing and anticipating, he'd announce a lottery style event, the winner of which would get a weekend trip with him to the hotel of their choice, on his dime of course. Sex was never demanded or coerced, yet every winner so far had eagerly jumped into bed with him. They never quite knew what to expect, but he always made sure that they left satisfied.

Kayne was so caught up in his own head, that he found himself genuinely surprised when he heard the alarm go off. He let his head sag and happily released his clasped hands. His muscles weren't exactly happy with their treatment, and they were going to be even less happy after the thirty minute break when the second hour long pose session began! He put on his robe, sagged into the chair, and reached into his bag for a bottle of water.

 

[Muselight]

Generally speaking, it seemed most everyone in the art class was trying to focus on the task at hand. At the very least, every hand held a paintbrush - even Tina. But there were potentially little movements and other distractions that could make it difficult for someone to focus.

For instance, in the section where many of the party girls had congregated - a few of them had taken to gossiping in hushed whispers as they practiced their paintbrush strokes - sometimes even outright pointing at Kayne's penis, and at one point, one girl had stopped painting a moment to make a gesture with both of her hands as if indicating the size of something that was a great deal much smaller than Kayne's penis - perhaps a boyfriend or ex-boyfriend.

Across the room, some girls, like Tracy, appeared to squirm or clench their thighs together. Penny, the shy girl prone to panic attacks, had barely made any progress on her painting and kept sneaking wide-eyed peeks at Kayne's cock - her hand trembling as it grasped her paintbrush.

At one point, Tina leaned over to view Molly's painting and called her out.

"Damn, girl. Look at the detail on that painted dick. You are nailing it."

Molly, of course turned bright red, huffed, and crossed her arms. "I am painting an accurate representation!" she said, in a hushed, irritated tone of voice.

"Or maybe it's more like you wish you were being nailed by it."

Molly simply tried to ignore her. And of course, Tina got bored as she continued to paint. So, a bit closer to the end of the first session, Tina decided to spice things up a little by unbuttoning a couple buttons of her blouse - showing much more ample, practically scandalous amounts of cleavage - much more than what Tracy had been worried about.

Not only that, but she had also unwrapped a sucker at some point and would give it long, lewd licks. It seemed she tried a few times to make eye contact with Kayne as she was doing this but was mostly unsuccessful.

Tracy had startled rather badly when the timer went off - she had been trying to focus on painting while her brain kept looping through scene after scene from the various adult films she had seen. In particular, these were her favorite scenes - the big moment after all the titillating foreplay and preparation where Kayne looks the young female protagonist of the film in the eyes, asks her if she's ready. The young woman nods her head, her body trembling - maybe with arousal, maybe because she's so intimidated by what's to come.

The scene cuts to Kayne's cock, erect in all its glory, prominent veins showing on the shaft, shining with lube, pressing in an insistent, unrelenting manner against the young woman's entrance. It seems for a moment that even after all the preparation, her pussy dripping juice down her thighs, that she's not open enough to accommodate him, that it couldn't possibly fit. But then! There's a subtle and slick, squishing sound as the thick, bulbous head burrows its way inside her. The young woman gasps, a strained expression on her face and her back arches. Slowly ever so slowly, inch by marvelous inch, the massive cock delves deeper inside her, stretching her vaginal canal to its absolute limit, the swollen lips of her slit spread obscenely wide - it's clear her pussy is struggling to accept its intruder. But it does. The young woman is a virgin no more, and by her panting and the deep moans escaping her lips, she's surrendered to Kayne's cock completely.

This was what had been going on in Tracy's head. This was why she was having such a hard time concentrating.

Fuck, Tracy thought to herself. She was horny.

Rebecca, the art professor, approached Kayne after the timer went off and placed a hand on one of his bare, broad shoulders. She leaned in close to his ear.

"Thank you for being such a trooper; I know modeling like this can be very difficult. You are doing such a great job. Look, if you need some space to recuperate, please help yourself to my office. There's snacks in the left cabinet."

She righted herself, then picked up the timer as if preparing to reset it, so that the 30-minute break period could begin, but before she could do that, Tina got up and walked towards Kayne, sucker still in her mouth and an easygoing smirk on her face.

"Hey, big guy, I got a question for you. You do private sessions?"

There was some hushed and excited whispers amongst some of the girls in the classroom. Tracy peeked out at Kayne from behind her painting, curious.

Another girl in the section with the other party girls, rose her hand. "If you're answering questions, can I ask... does that thing actually fit inside a girl?"

Some of the other party girls gasped. "ASHLEY," one of them said, shocked.

Ashley went a little pink in the cheeks. "What? I'm just... curious."

Rebecca, the art professor, timer still in hand but not yet reset, put her hands on her hips. "Ladies! Really!"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne let out a small chuckle and nodded at Rebecca's kind words. "Thanks Rebecca. I'm doing my best here. Hour long poses are definitely a different kind of beast. That's for damn sure." He turned to her and smiled before starting to drink some water.

With what he'd said earlier, Kayne was actually surprised when one of the girls came up and asked him a question. In truth though, it really shouldn't have surprised him though. Curiosity was a very powerful thing, pushing people past all kinds of limits in their life.

Kayne lifted his gaze first when the question of private sessions came up, when his gaze was met with prominently displayed cleavage though, his head snapped the rest of the way up. He cleared his throat and prepared to answer the question when another question came from a group of girls with little more than a voice and a raised hand. The second question actually made him chuckle.

"Heh, that's okay Rebecca. We expected a Q&A segment after all, didn't we? So...Private sessions are complicated you see, because adult films and casting still take up time, and you'd be surprised how many movies somebody can sneak in over the course of a year if they try hard enough. That being said, private sessions can be arranged, but often have to go through an agent and be scheduled weeks or months in advance. Our bodies are the tools of our trade. So we can't just fly halfway across the country after shooting wraps up for the day, meet up with a stranger, and hope for the best."

Despite the best efforts of the cleavage and sucker, Kayne managed to shift his gaze from girl to girl, meeting their gaze as he respectfully answered the question while skirting around the flirtatious nature of it.

"Now, for the lady in the back." Kayne took a long drink of water, knowing that this answer wasn't exactly going to be brief. "That's a simple question with a complicated answer, because the answer is, not always. Each girl is different, and each day is different. It can fit in one day but then not fit the next. Sometimes all the lube, foreplay, and genuine desire is just not enough, because you can't force it. Forcing the issue, even with a willing recipient can lead to bruising and tearing, neither of which are good if your body is how you make a living."

Kayne took several long breaths then, casting his gaze around the room once more, hoping that he hadn't bored the crap out of them. "Are there any other questions before we take a break?" He cast his gaze at Rebecca after asking the question, hoping that he hadn't overstepped in that moment.

 

[Muselight]

Tina continued to smirk at Kayne when she noticed how quickly his head snapped up after being met with a good eyeful of her bosom. But the smirk seemed to fall from her face replaced with one of mild disappointment when he talked about how complicated it was to schedule something like a private painting session.

There was even one girl in the back of the room who voiced an, "Aw."

Even Molly looked a little disappointed; though, possibly more so for the missed opportunity in practicing her artistic technique than what the other girls might have had in mind.

Tracy listened and watched Kayne with rapt attention as he spoke - interested in what he had to say about the questions the other girls had posed. When he began meeting the gaze of every girl in the room, Tracy froze in her seat when they made eye contact. He had such warm, kind deep brown eyes. She felt warmth spreading through her body again, her freckled face burning red once more, and she felt her nether regions practically tingle until his gaze moved away from her.

She glanced down at his huge cock, and she wondered - Would he be able to fit it inside of her? She eyed it with a deep curiosity and a kind of hunger in her eyes before she shook her head. Who was she kidding? Even if she was ever in a position where she could be with him in private which was very unlikely (even more so after everything he had just explained regarding private painting sessions), his cock was just too big.

And she was... well, she was tiny. She only stood at about 5'2, and despite having bought a dildo (a dildo less than half Kayne's size), she had never really been able to work up the courage to penetrate herself with it because even that had seemed too big. The most that had ever been in her pussy were two of her own slender fingers - and even that had felt like too much for her virgin pussy to handle.

Rebecca gave a little wave of her hand at Kayne, suggesting that he had handled the question well. Certainly, she personally believed it wasn't his fault that some of her art students were a little too excitable. She glanced down at his massive dick a moment and amended that personal thought to - well, it wasn't ENTIRELY his fault, anyway. She stepped forward after there seemed to be no further questions.

"All right, I think that's enough for now. Let's give Kayne a break, all right? Everybody, rest your hands, get up and stretch, go for a walk, get some drinks or snacks - we meet back here in 30 minutes to continue painting."

She reset the timer, and then she left herself. Everyone began to trickle out of the room - some girls giggling to themselves, some texting their friends - until finally... Only one remained.

Tracy Colette sat in front of the easel of her painting. She didn't want a drink or a snack or to go for a walk. What she wanted in that moment, more than anything, was to masturbate. She didn't think she would be able to properly focus until she did. She looked over her painting, inhaling sharply.

Her magical paintset was capable of many magical things. It was what she used to dye her hair so much, for instance, without worrying about damaging her hair. Her paint never seemed to run out. And... Most important of all, it allowed her the ability to walk into her paintings and immerse herself in places she could only imagine.

She'd only ever painted landscapes and still-life before. She'd never painted anything quite like this - a study of a male nude model. She was curious. Oh so curious. And desperate to find some place private where no one would see or find her. She glanced about the empty art classroom a moment, then she set a timer on her phone for 25 minutes. She rested her hand against the painting, and the painting appeared to react to her glowing and becoming wobbly and indistinct. Her hand went through, and then another hand, and then she crawled the rest of the way into the painting.

She was met with a lot of white space, but the most interesting feature of the barren landscape was the three-dimensional likeness of Kayne Weston - posed like he had been in the painting - still as a statue and unblinking.

Tracy approached the statue-like figure, eyes wide and curious, her legs wobbling slightly due to how turned on she felt. She circled around him a moment, then she reached out to touch his face. He felt smooth... and warm, likely from the magic infused throughout all of the paint. Her expression softened a moment, and she leaned in as if she were about to kiss him. But then, she remembered what had happened when she had tried to eat fruit from one of her still-life paintings. She made a bit of a face. It had tasted like paint. Sighing, she pulled away from him a bit, then paused.

Her delicate hands smoothed over his broad shoulders. He had such a big, solid frame. She smiled a little as her hands drifted down to rest over his large biceps. Gosh, her hands looked small against him. With muscles like he had, he was probably really strong. She gave his biceps a gentle squeeze. "So firm," she mumbled.

She tilted her head as she looked over him. "You could probably pick me up pretty easily, couldn't you, Kayne?" she said, then giggled because she felt a little silly talking to the still-statue.

Her fingers lightly danced over his collarbone, then one of her hands drifted downwards to stroke his chest. Her fingers brushed against one of his nipples, and she felt herself shiver a little. It felt so, so naughty touching him like this. Sure, it wasn't the real person, but he felt... almost real. It was just reminding her of her arousal. Her needy, wet pussy was begging for attention.

She reached down to pull down her panties which tried to cling to her due to how wet and sticky she had become down there. When the air within the painting reached her pussy, she shivered again. She supposed she shouldn't have been so surprised she was so turned on. Kayne Weston had never failed to make her pussy a dripping mess while she was watching him on-screen, why should watching him in real life had been any different?

Her hand slipped down past her skirt, and she moved in close, burying her face against his shoulder. "Oh, Kayne - you're so handsome, so hot - I wish you knew how much you turned me on."

One of her fingers slid through the narrow slit of her swollen pussy lips, and she began to slide her finger through them. It felt... nice especially when her finger rubbed over her clit, but she quickly realized she was making a mistake. She pulled her hand away, noting how much of it was covered in her juices. She definitely couldn't go back to the real world with her hand soaked like that, and she couldn't just rub it off on her clothes.

She paused a moment, looking over the still-statue form of Kayne. Her eyes were naturally drawn to the large, erect dick between his legs. She bit her lower lip, glancing from her hand to his cock. Then, she crouched down to look at his cock at eye level. Her face continued to burn red as she examined his cock, marveling at how up-close she was to it. There was an incredible, curious urge for her to lick it, especially the mushroom-like head of it, but she refrained.

Instead, she placed her hand on his cock, her fingers lightly falling into place around the shaft. Holy hell - She swallowed hard. Her hand didn't even fit all the way around it. It really was like holding a thick soda can - though, his cock was obviously much, much longer than a soda can. Her fingers traced over the veins of his shaft as she slowly slid her hand up and down it.

She looked up at the still-statue who was, as ever, staring silently off in the distance, unblinking. She didn't let that deter her from smiling up at him. "Do you like that, Kayne?"

She spread the pussy juice that coated her hand all over his long, hard cock as she stroked him, her face alight with fascination and wonder. She hefted his balls in her other hand, cupping them gently, playing with them because they were also quite big and interesting. She had seen him cum a number of different times, and it had always seemed like a lot. She rubbed a little with her fingers at the head of his cock as if she were lightly massaging her juices against him.

As fun as it was stroking him, though, she was on a time limit, and she really, really needed to get off. She eyed the big, foreboding shaft again. Clearly, using her hands was out of the question... But...

She bit her bottom lip and made to climb on top of him, balancing herself as best as she could against his arms and shoulders. Her swollen, wet pussy lips made contact with the tip of the massive shaft, and she shivered and let out a small moan.

She looked down at herself and his cock. Gosh, it looked like it would be difficult even to work the thick head through the narrow slit. She reached down to try and spread her swollen lips over the wide mushroom-like tip. She didn't even end up spreading them wide enough - her pussy lips sort of clung to a small portion of the tip. She took in a deep breath and tried to spread her lower lips even more until the cock's tip was nestled against her soaking wet slit.

Tracy let out a whimper because she was so wet, and a man's cock was touching her pussy for the first time. She tried to angle her hips a little, so that the big, wide tip could rub against her clit. But instead, the tip of his penis slipped away from her slit. Tracy groaned in frustration and tried again. This time, the big tip rubbed up against her clit, and she cried out - a sound of pure joy and pleasure. She tried this again and again, but she had a hard time keeping the tip from sliding away from her slippery slit.

This wasn't working. She had to try something else. But before she could - She couldn't help but be more than a little curious. She angled herself again, so that the tiny hole of her entrance would be directly over painted Kayne's impressive erection. She spread her slit with her fingers again, holding the lips open so that the tip could bump up against her entrance.

She sucked in a breath, eyes wide. It felt even bigger and more imposing this way. The bulbous head of his cock was probably the most massive part, and the entrance to her virgin pussy felt far too small to take something so large. She remembered what Kayne said about trying to force it and shook her head. She felt fairly confident that it would never fit, and all the fantasies she had about being fucked by Kayne could never be reality.

She didn't let that sadden her or deter her from trying to get off. She climbed off of Kayne and walked to the side of him. She leaned in, somewhat bent over, balancing on Kayne's arm as she pressed her pussy against the side of his all too thick shaft. Then, she began to rub against him, coating one side of his shaft with her juice.

She tried to rub against him in such a way that she could stimulate her sensitive clit, but more often than not, it was hit and miss. Soon enough, she was so desperate for an orgasm that she began to hump the side of his shaft with even more vigor; her juices were spilling over him, dripping down painted Kayne's cock, and dripping down Tracy's thighs.

"Ugggggh, need to- ah, cum!" Her face was flushed red from her deep arousal and her exertion in humping him. She was panting from her effort and moaning and whimpering quietly. She thought she could almost get there.

"Please, please, please!" She could feel it coming. Just a little more -

And then, the alarm rang. She wanted badly to ignore it - just one more minute - that's all she wanted. But as the alarm blared in her ears, fear of what would happen if she didn't show back to class struck her, and she pulled herself away from painted Kayne and his wonderful cock.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck-" She glanced at her phone and realized she only had three minutes now to get back to class. She was so worried about getting caught coming out of the painting that she didn't even grab her panties before she walked right out.

Fortunately, it seemed the classroom was empty. She was still panting and flushed with arousal. She thought she could even smell how aroused she was which was embarrassing. She didn't know how to fix that, so she attempted to move her easel further away from everybody else while the classroom was still empty.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne's glance at Rebecca was greeted with a wave of her hand, one that thankfully approved of the way he'd answered the questions, since there just wasn't a subtle way to answer some of them. He was also just happy that she'd given him the time to answer them. You'd think being naked in front of a group of people would basically be the same as doing a sex scene, but they weren't even remotely close.

Sex scenes, even improvised ones, still had an objective to them. It didn't matter if the objective was getting stopped mid-seduction, a creampie, or cumming on a girl's face or chest. The objective was always there, complete with some pitstops along the way, disrobing, oral for one or both, etc. It acted like a checklist that led to the planned finale before wrapping for the day or moving onto the next scene. With this though, there was no checklist or roadmap. There was no way to know when something was supposed to end except for the hour-long alarm, for obviously. Still though, he didn't want to come off as an asshole to these girls. He was here to do a job, or at least provide a service to speak, and answering their questions was a part of that service. He didn't want to be cold or impersonal, peacing out to the office right when the alarm sounded. They were doing one of the most intimate things two people can do together, and it was important for there to be some amount of chemistry, or at least openness. If his pose off, he was moving too much, the lighting was bad, etc, they needed to be able to communicate about it without offending each other.

So, when all the questions were answered, for the moment at least, Kayne happily nodded and took advantage of the offered privacy that was Rebecca's office. He locked the door behind him, in case any particularly curious or brave students thought they might try some funny business during the break period. He also settled back in the chair beside the door, and took out his phone to check in with his agent and let her know that everything was going okay.

Any hopes Kayne had of a peaceful break were quickly washed away when he felt a strange featherlight sensation on his cheek, like there was a string of cobweb or a stray hair. The first seemed unlikely, though he looked up to make sure, and the latter was pointedly impossible, given that his jet black hair was cut much too short for that.

Things took an even weirder turn when that same featherlight touch disappeared for but a moment, only to jump down to his robe-covered shoulders and trailed down his arms, like soft and invisible fingertips that eventually lingered over his biceps. He could even swear that he heard the faintest hint of a whisper, and he even rose to his feet to double-check that the door was locked. He pulled the blinds aside to see if anybody was trying to peek in, but saw nothing and nobody.

Kayne just shook his head and sat back down. He just needed to relax. That was it, sit and relax before the next pose session that was certainly going to be harder than the first. He tried to ignore the feeling as it drifted down his still-covered chest, and even opened the robe to look when he felt it linger on his nipple, thinking it was somehow a tiny bug crawling on him or a wisp of hair that had been caught in the vent, but again there was nothing.

The whisper sound came back, this time with a soft breeze that ticked Kayne's neck. Maybe he was just getting a cold shiver, like a really weird cold shiver. He'd tried to latch onto that thought, even knowing that it wasn't real. Any hope of it's reality faded the moment he felt that strange, light, and gentle touch reach his penis. It was soft for the moment, but that didn't last long, not when the feeling doubled down and traced over along first one of the prominently displayed veins and then another. He swallowed hard then, shaking his head again as a second feeling continued to caress his length, feathering up and down the rapidly hardening length. He opened his robe, hoping to see his skin depress or move from the press of the seemingly invisible fingers, but to no avail. He was no closer to understanding the strange sensations that were assaulting him, though it was hard to object to them at this point.

Even Kayne's balls weren't immune to the strange sensation, and his eyes drifted closed as he let his ass slide to the edge of the chair, somehow reasoning that it might make it easier for whatever force was at work, and though the skin of his softball-sized scrotum somehow didn't sag much, he still loved when it was touched, or when his proportionally large testicles were played with or sucked on.

As strange as the admittedly faint but pleasurable sensations were, Kayne's body wasn't sure what to do or how to feel when they seemed to linger on the tip of the flared mushroom-shaped head of his cock. It was hard to describe, but he could swear that he could feel moisture, but there wasn't even a drop of precum. His brain struggled to rationalize what happened next, because while he did feel a constant feeling on the tip and head of his cock, the other sensations he felt seemed erratic almost to the point of random. It lingered on his shoulders, and then on one arm, finally settling on one side of the shaft of his cock. Still, while he didn't understand what he was feeling, it did feel good.

The strange sensation disappeared as quickly and mysteriously as it had come, leaving Kayne with the most confused erection he'd ever experienced. He was breathing faster and harder, having not realized that he'd been holding his breath for a bit. He fought to calm himself down, including his cock. He knew that he was well within the window of avoiding damage to his penis from prolonged erections, but still didn't want to push it. He took several long and deep breaths before looking at the clock to see how much time had passed. As if on cue, he heard the alarm that Rebecca had set for the break go off, followed by a knock on the door a couple minutes later.

Kayne synched the belt on the robe once more, picked up his bag, unlocked the door, and smiled when he saw Rebecca's smiling face. "Round two." He said with a chuckle. "Yup, round two." She turned around and walked towards the center of the room, and he followed, dropping his bag back by the chair. When he saw that all the girls were back in their seats, he took off the robe, moved to his place, took one more full and deep breath, and assumed his pose. "Rebecca, the alarm if you will." He said once more as he mentally commanded his cock to be hard. It responded instantly, going from a sleeping monster that dangled between his legs to the full and intimidating beast that stood proud and firm with him.

 

[Muselight]

Tracy didn't realize until after all of the students began coming back to class how disheveled her clothes had gotten due to her furiously humping the side of painted Kayne's shaft. Her strapless green blouse had dropped so low - it was a wonder one of her nipples weren't showing! One of the quiet students tried to subtly gesture towards her just as Kayne was starting to pose (to the cheers of Tina and some of the party girls).

Tracy gasped and pulled up her blouse, her freckled cheeks turning an intense shade of red. Now, she was really horny and really embarrassed. She patently avoided sitting while attempting to add more shading and lighting to her painting. Her pussy was completely bare and dripping juice - she didn't want to get her wetness all over the seat!

She was the only one standing up; though, not the only one squirming and clenching her thighs together. She was the one doing this the most often, however. Rebecca's brow furrowed in some concern when she noticed Tracy refusing to sit down even during times when it seemed like it would be more comfortable to paint while sitting, then standing up.

Rebecca approached Tracy.

"Is everything okay over here?"

Tracy's entire face was burning red as the art professor singled her out. "U-um." Tracy's voice had lowered a bit, sounding sultry as a side effect of her being so aroused. She tried not to squirm in front of her art professor and tried to look the art professor in the eyes instead of getting distracted by Kayne's cock and thinking about how she had humped the painted one. She was not doing a very good job.

"It's f-fine." She swallowed a little and thought maybe the professor was referring to how red her face was - since she could certainly feel how hot her cheeks were. "It's just, um, hot in here is all."

Tina, hearing this, let out a playful yell. "YOU MEAN HE'S HOT IN HERE. YEAH!"

Some of the girls across the room laughed at this. Molly crossed her arms and huffed again.

If Tracy got anymore red, she'd rival a prize-winning tomato. Rebecca shot a glare in Tina's direction, and Tina shrugged her shoulders but settled down. Rebecca looked over Tracy a moment.

"I was actually referring to your painting posture. You're not sitting for the lower parts and bending over must be killing your back. Are you sure you're comfortable?"

Tracy gave a meek nod of her head. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Really. I'm comfortable!"

She was the most uncomfortable she'd ever been. She'd never been this horny and aroused in public before! Rebecca moved aside to look over Tracy's painting.

"Hm. It's very, very good, but not the best I've seen from you. I think you're capable of doing better."

Tracy gave another meek nod of her head. "Y-you're right, professor. I'll... I'll keep trying."

Rebecca went through the room commenting and critiquing the students' paintings. There were times she was exasperated:

"Tina, this is the laziest painting I've ever seen." Tina, sucker in mouth, just grinned sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders.

To a different girl: "Where's the rest of him?"

To another: "You've got the proportions all off. I know he's big, but he's twelve inches, not sixteen."

To another: "Jenny, we're painting in the photorealistic style. This is an anime character. I keep telling you not to do this. Also, why is there a spray of sperm in this picture? That's not what's happening."

Overall, it seemed the art professor was of the mind that her art students weren't doing as well as they could have been doing. But perhaps it was to be expected to some extent. Kayne was a very distracting male model.

When the alarm finally rang indicating the hour was up, Rebecca gave a sigh.

Tracy almost gave a sigh of relief - until she remembered that she had other classes that day as well as a volunteer obligation and her part-time job and that she wouldn't be back home until late at night. Her engorged clit ached to be touched.

She could've cried at the thought of having to wait so long before she could relieve her pussy. Well, at least, she wouldn't have to look at Kayne the entire time during her other classes and volunteer work and her part-time job. That might help... a little.

Rebecca addressed the class. "Everyone, I can't say that I'm entirely pleased with your progress, but I think you've all done about as well as can be expected considering the circumstances and being unused to painting nude models. Fortunately, Kayne will be returning for a few more sessions, so you should be able to get plenty of practice in. You're free to take your paintings home for further study. Please be sure to thank Kayne for his time and effort before you leave. Class dismissed."

Rebecca turned to Kayne. "Can I talk to you in my office after you're finished here?"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The second hour of posing was even more difficult than the first hour, but for completely different reasons. Rebecca was wandering around the room advising and critiquing the girls, but from the sounds of the feedback she was giving, the girls weren't quite as on task as she'd hoped. It was hard enough for him to remain still as his muscles started to protest, but then you add in what Rebecca was saying and the thoughts of what the girls paintings must have looked like, and it took everything he had to keep a straight face.

The alarm sounding off was music to Kayne's ears. He didn't hesitate this time, and walked immediately to his chair, put his robe on, synched it tight, and collapsed into the chair. He pulled out another bottle of water as he listened to Rebecca pseudo chastise her class before bowing his head in acknowledgement of her reference towards him. He saw her turn to him, and he nodded in response to her question. "Sure thing, Rebecca."

Each of the girls packed up their things and got in a brief line of sorts, if only so that they could thank him for modeling for them. More than a few of them however, did ask for the business card of his agent, for reasons that he likely could have guessed. Still, he was polite and respectful, despite the requests and their underlying motives, trying not to embarrass either the girls or himself.

When Kayne thought that the last of the girls had left the room, he turned to leave, only to see one more girl step out from an easel near the back. Her bright teal hair naturally caught his eye, but he quickly moved to meet her gaze with his dark brown one. "I like your hair." Kayne said as he wait patiently for the young woman.

 

[Muselight]

It was fine. It should be fine. Look, all the other girls did it without any trouble at all - even Penny managed to say a really quick thank you before rushing off. Tracy took in a few deep breaths. She could do this. She just needed to go down there, tell him thank you, and leave. Easy peasy.

It might also help if she DIDN'T think about what she did to the painted version of him, her swollen, dripping wet pussy or the fact that she could feel her juices running down her thighs. She swallowed hard as she slowly made her way towards him with her satchel of paints hanging loosely from her forearm, and the painting tucked under her arm.

And then, he complimented her hair. Tracy stood, frozen, her eyes wide, and her face bright red. She put a hand up to her long, silky soft bright teal hair and ran a hand over it. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"R-really? You like it?"

Kayne Weston liked her hair. KAYNE WESTON LIKED HER HAIR.

It was all she could do not to squeal in excitement. Maybe she'd do that later when she was alone. She took another step to approach him, but this time, her foot caught against the floor - tripping her. Although, she managed to catch herself before taking a fall, her satchel of paints and paint supplies was thrown to the floor - paintbrushes and paints and the palette scattering everywhere in front of Kayne.

Tracy let out a mortified groan and ran towards her supplies. She got down on her hands and knees and began gathering up the supplies - starting with the furthest paintbrush.

What she didn't realize was that the very short black skirt she was wearing was riding up as she was bent over, backside facing him. Some of her bare ass was getting exposed to Kayne right before his very eyes - maybe he could even see a bit of bare pussy, lips swollen with heavy arousal and all. It was a short look before she turned to pick up more supplies placing them back in her satchel.

Finally, she had gathered all the supplies, and she looked up as she was about to get up - only to notice that she was now eye level with the prominent bulge tenting Kayne's black robe. Unconsciously, she licked her lips in a nervous manner - her eyes wide with fascination and curiosity. The REAL Kayne Weston's cock was just inches away from her face - covered only by a black robe. Her clit throbbed in an insistent manner.

"O-oh," she said, softly.

She snapped out of her momentary trance and quickly stood up. "I'm s-so sorry! Sorry, sorry." She flailed her hands a bit, so worried that she might have offended him by getting so close.

"Um. Um. Thank you. Uh, so much." She paused. "For being here. And... and stuff."

And stuff? She could've facepalmed right then at how awkward she was being. "I mean, uh, I'm a really big fan!"

Oh no. That was even worse. WHY DID SHE JUST SAY THAT?!

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne found the girl's reaction to his compliment absolutely adorable. His gaze softened a bit more as his smile widened. "Yes, Teal is my favorite color actually. I've just never had the guts to dye it y'know?"

While his heart went out to the girl when she stumbled, Kayne was too far away to catch her. Still, he did rise from his chair with the intent to help her pick up the things that she'd dropped.

Kayne's intentions were pure, but he was stopped in his tracks when he saw the girl's bare ass peeking out from underneath her skirt. More than that though, he even caught the briefest of glimpses of her pussy, which was glistening in the bright lights of the room. As quickly as her pussy came into view, it was gone as the girl turned around, still on her hands and knees. What came next was equally enticing though, and that was more than a just a glimpse down the girl's blouse, which had sagged to one side, and even from this angle he could see one of her pretty pink nipples on the verge of slipping over the top.

It was true that Kayne had seen more breasts and pussies than he could even count, but the lure of the taboo and voyeuristic peek never faded. He found himself wanting close his mouth around it, wrap his arms around the girl, and suck and fuck until the cows came home.

Kayne cleared his throat and gave his head a quick shake, only just seeing the way the girl licked her lips as she eyed his robe-covered cock, her gaze noticeably lingering as he mind likely ran wild. He made no move or mention of either though, even when the girl snapped out of it and rose to her feet, thinking it might all just be in his head because of whatever the hell had happened to him in the office earlier. He chuckled at the way she flailed her hands and found himself unable to resist the urge to reach out and take them.

"It's fine, okay? It's fine Take a breath." Kayne said, smiling again as he met the girl's gaze. Her stammered thank you was to be expected, but the words that came next actually actually caught him off guard. Now it was his turn to flush a little, even though the girl had already seen everything he had to offer, and likely more if she'd seen some of his movies and videos.

"Oh really?" Kayne started, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "I didn't know any of you actually knew anything specific about my work. None of the girls said anything about it, even the ones that asked for my agent's business card. It's always nice to meet a fan though. so I can show them that there's more to me than just the dick."

 

[Muselight]

Tracy felt her heart flutter at the way he softened his gaze and smiled at her, and she tucked away the information about teal being his favorite color... Just in case she might ever have an occasion to use that information for some purpose.

She was so distracted by his gentle demeanor and handsome face, she hadn't noticed the way her blouse was sagging. She had foregone wearing a bra because she hated them and because she was embarrassed at the idea of having her bra straps showing while she wore a strapless blouse.

She froze up when Kayne suddenly took her by the hands, but the action didn't so much as prompt her to look down because she became entranced by his beautiful, dark brown eyes which looked at her with such kindness. She gave a meek little nod, closed her eyes, and she took in a deep breath. The rise of her chest during her breath was all it took for her ultra-stiff, pink nipple to slip completely free of the blouse. Because her nipples were already stiff from arousal, she really didn't notice the difference when it became exposed to the air. It seemed the only thing that was keeping the blouse from exposing her entire right breast was the side that wasn't sagging and managing to stay up while baring only some of her left breast.

When she opened her light blue eyes, she was looking up at him, smiling a big, bright smile.

"That feels better. Thank you," she said, referring, of course, to the act of breathing deeply. She marveled at how the size of his hands felt against her when he had captured them in his own. His hands were so much bigger compared to hers and felt so strong and yet he was holding her hands so gently.

She tried really, really hard not to squirm while she was standing in front of him, but something about the way he gently squeezed her hands made her pussy throb with need, and she tried to discreetly clench her thighs. She swallowed hard and blushed intensely as Kayne referred to his work. Given that Kayne's work entailed adult films, there was probably no question about what her being a fan meant. There was a part of her that kind of wished she hadn't said that, but another part of her that wondered if it would really be so bad for Kayne to know that she was a fan of his work.

She noticed the blush heat up across Kayne's cheeks. Awwwww. Well, maybe that made it worth it. To think, she could make someone like Kayne Weston blush!

Her eyes widened a little when Kayne told her that some of the girls had asked for his agent's business card, and she thought back to how he had answered about doing private sessions. He was... handing those out if someone asked for it? Really? Maybe her eyes got a little wide with hope.

It had taken her a while, but she had finally gotten up the courage to fill out the form last year to be entered into the lottery drawing for a free hotel weekend with Kayne Weston. Sadly, all the nerve she had worked up turned out to be all for naught as a lucky someone else ended up winning. The idea that maybe she could schedule a private painting session with Kayne - even if it did end up being months later - Well, that seemed like it could be a dream come true!

The blush on her face deepened, and she looked away a moment as she tried to gather up her nerve. She was about to ask if it was possible if she could have a business card, but then Kayne's next statement startled her. Her gaze snapped back up towards him, eyes wide and earnest. She leaned forward, causing her breasts to jiggle lightly, almost standing on her tip-toes to try and better meet his gaze.

"OF COURSE there is! Oh, I'm so sorry. I hope I haven't seemed - uh - I mean - um -" She fumbled with her words a moment, trying to find the right thing to say.

"I've, uh, always wondered. About, um, you know. Who you are. Off-screen." Her fingers curled a little bit in his hands in a nervous manner.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne saw the girl's reaction to his words, the way her head snapped up, her hands clutched his, and she stumbled over her words. Her breasts jiggled with the sudden motion, and it was hard for him to keep his dark brown eyes on her light blue ones.

"Oh no...I didn't...I didn't mean to imply that you...were like that or that I saw you like that. Remember to breath, okay?"

Kayne could see how anxious and nervous the girl was, especially if she was a fan. It was impossible to not wonder just how much of his work she'd seen. He could only imagine the thoughts going through the poor girl's head.

There was so much tension and anxiety in this moment. Kayne felt for the girl, felt enough for her to take a chance. He swallowed hard before pulling one hand from where their hands had been clasping, and moving to wrap itself around the girl to be quickly joined by his other hand. He held the girl close, trying to do it with as little force as possible, lest he be overstepping his bounds in this moment. He wanted to say something, something to help calm her down, or at least relax a little, but he couldn't find the words. So all he could do was hold her close and breathe slowly, hoping she'd take her cue from him and do the same.

 

[Muselight]

Tracy's eyes widened as one of Kayne's strong, powerful arms came around her in a gentle and light hug. She noticed that he was, by no means, attempting to keep her there, and that she could've easily pulled away from the hug if she wanted. But of course, Tracy didn't want to pull away. In fact, as soon as she felt his arm lay to rest around her, she leaned in to be close to him. This was when she felt the soft fluff of Kayne's black robe brush against her naked nipple. She let out a soft gasp because she suddenly realized that her nipple had been exposed to him this entire time and because the soft fluff felt nice against her stiff, sensitive nipple.

It made her arch forward a little more, and her aching, wet pussy made contact with the robe-covered dangling dick between Kayne's legs. She could feel its massive girth against her aroused, virginal pussy - separated only by one layer of cloth. She swallowed hard as her breathing picked up due to such close contact with the real thing. She was sure her juices were getting all over the front of his robe. More so still when she thought back to how she had humped the painted version of his cock in a desperate attempt to get off. Her thighs clenched lightly despite herself, and she'd ended up trapping his clothed cock between her legs which was not something she had entirely meant to do. She was tempted - oh so tempted - to start humping him again as she was desperate for relief.

One of her hands came up and around Kayne - returning the hug when it rested against his strong, muscular back. Her other hand came to lightly rest on the belt of Kayne's robe. A very naughty part of her thought about what would happen if she pulled at the belt of the robe - knowing he was completely naked under there - how it would feel for the real Kayne Weston and her to be skin to skin.

She buried her face against the black robe; her cheeks hot. Was she really so turned on that she would think about doing such a thing in the middle of one of her classrooms? Sure, it was empty, but her art professor was just right there in her office. And what would Kayne think if she did that? Her breathing had quickened yet more, but on hearing the soft and slow breathing of Kayne, she did her best to try and match the pace of his breathing.

Slowing down and breathing seemed to help calm her somewhat, even if it did nothing to calm her aroused state. If anything, every breath was making her nipple rub up against the soft fluff of Kayne's robe which was... Not. Helping. At. All.

"You're very nice, Kayne. Thank you so much. I'm glad you don't think that I view you as nothing more than your... um..." She practically whispered the last word. "Dick."

Even as she said this, she felt her hips shimmy seemingly of their own accord, making her naked pussy from underneath her skirt rub up against the sleeping monster cock within Kayne's robes. She bit her lower lip to try and suppress a soft moan and tried to keep herself from rubbing up against him any further.

"I think there's definitely a lot more to you. But um-" Her freckled face was still burning red and still buried against his robe. "I'm... still very curious..."

It was just then that Rebecca peeked her head out from her office and caught the two while they were hugging. She had a thoughtful expression as she considered Tracy a moment, then she beckoned them with her hand.

"Kayne, let me talk to you in my office. Tracy, you, too - I have something I need to discuss with you both."

Tracy's eyes widened a moment, and she quickly adjusted her blouse while she was behind the relative safety of Kayne. Although, Rebecca did not see Tracy's wardrobe malfunction, she pre-empted what was likely going on in Tracy's head.

"You're not in trouble. Why do you always think you're in trouble when I call you to my office?" Rebecca smiled a little and shook her head as she tried to usher them both in.

There was only one chair opposite the desk in Rebecca's office, and Tracy was very insistent on standing up.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne felt glad when the girl didn't pull away from his hug. It was tough to say exactly why, but he felt glad all the same. He of course heard the girl's soft gasp, and he suspected that she may have figured out her wardrobe malfunction. Still, he made no attempt to push things any farther than the hug. He really was just trying to help calm the girl down when her body and brain were clearly on overdrive but not on the same page.

While he'd paid no additional attention to his cock when it pressed against the young woman, it was hard to ignore it when she closed her thighs around it, despite the robe layer that separated them. He of course felt her breathing pick up again, and he suspected that he might know what her problem was now. So he made no attempt to pull his slowly hardening cock from where she'd put it, especially when one of her arms finally lifted up to wrap around him and hug her back. He knew it was dangerous, but he was curious just how far the girl would take this if he allowed her to, especially when he felt her arm shift between them and move to the belt of his robe.

There was no doubt in Kayne's mind at this point. He knew what the girl was thinking, and what she wanted. Her breathing picked up again, but he kept his slow and steady, still trying to at least hold onto the guise of helping calm her down if they were caught. He let her bury her face against his chest, despite the feeling of her hips moving against the cock that was trapped between her thighs and the moan that she tried to stifle. This was at least one area of expertise that he was familiar with, being used for the pleasure of another. This wasn't quite the same, but it was close enough in his head for him to generally feel fine about what they were doing, even if the location wasn't exactly ideal.

The girl's first words said one thing, and the second batch was likely going to lead somewhere else if not for Rebecca's voice pulling them out of their own little moment.

"Sure thing Rebecca!" Kayne called out, making no move to separate himself from Tracy. "I just need a minute to make sure Tracy didn't hurt herself when she tripped."

Kayne tried to use Tracy's near trip as justification in this moment, hoping to avoid any repercussions for Tracy, even if he was asked not to return. Even when Tracy released his cock from between her thighs, he remained between the two women, giving her the opportunity to fix her blouse. Only then did he step aside and allow Tracy to go first.

Rebecca's second statement helped Kayne feel a little better. The last thing he wanted to do here was cause problems for the girl. There was but one chair in the office, aside from the one behind the desk that was obviously Rebecca's, and Kayne grabbed the one by the door and moved it in front of Rebecca's desk. He offered it to Tracy, but when she shook her head, he was reminded of the fact that the girl didn't have any panties on, and was likely going mad with arousal. The last thing she wanted to do was make a mess of a chair and call attention to herself. So he took the chair to help avoid any awkwardness between the 3 of them.

"Rebecca, if this has anything to do with what you saw out there..." Rebecca lifted her hand to stop him mid sentence.

 

[Muselight]

Despite what her art professor said about her not being in trouble, Tracy couldn't help but be a bundle of nerves. She couldn't believe how close she'd been to Kayne Weston. Kayne Weston! And the things she'd been considering and the way she'd rubbed against him like that... What was wrong with her? Well, besides being driven wild with lust, of course. It was a wonder she hadn't gotten in trouble with the professor or with Kayne himself. Still, it seemed like Kayne had not taken any offense to her whatsoever and seemed even to be trying to protect her. It made her feel all warm inside. Also, a little gooey down there.

But just in case, she mumbled a quick apology to him before they entered the office.

Tracy stood off to the side of Kayne, pressing the tips of her index fingers together in a nervous manner as she waited for her art professor to speak.

When Kayne stopped speaking at the sight of her held up hand, Rebecca smiled gently at him and Tracy. "Please relax, Kayne. Remember I told you to come to my office much earlier. If anything, I'm happy to see that you're getting along so well with my art students, especially Tracy - she's one of my best students."

Tracy's eyes widened a little, and her cheeks darkened another shade of red. Awwww. What a compliment! She beamed at the professor, feeling proud of herself.

"Aw, gee, thanks, Mrs. Sutherland! I try my best!"

Rebecca folded her hands on the desk, still smiling. "You're quite welcome. I also thought it was a sweet way to thank Kayne for his hard work - hugging him like that." She hadn't saw who had started hugging who after all, but that didn't matter. It seemed it hadn't bothered her in the slightest, regardless.

"Originally, I had thought of only speaking to Kayne first about this potential, extra-curricular educational opportunity, but after seeing you two together and feeling very strongly that as one of my best students you deserve to be first in line to take advantage of this opportunity if Kayne is approving and if you're willing, of course."

Tracy's eyes widened even more. An educational opportunity? "R-really? I'm - I'm so honored!"

Rebecca laughed a little at Tracy's enthusiasm. "I haven't even laid out what the opportunity is yet, Miss Colette."

Tracy grinned. "Well, I'm still honored!"

Rebecca turned to address Kayne in a serious manner. "Of course, I hate to impose on you anymore than I already have, Kayne, so please do not be afraid to decline if you have to. You see, the college's art program has had numerous challenges to contend with that I've been trying to find a solution to for quite some time. The main ones are this: the always regrettable lack of funding - the college has always been more interested in funding its sports rather than art much like many other colleges. And well-"

Rebecca sighed and shook her head. "You've seen my art students - they're full of potential but they're so easily distracted. I know I might seem hard on them, but that's only because I really want to see them succeed. I want to push them to achieve greater and greater heights and take on bigger challenges. I know they're all capable and eager - they just need more learning opportunities, guidance, and personal instruction."

She tapped her fingers on the desk, looking thoughtful. "I think the final straw for me was seeing so many disappointed faces today when you told them about the difficulties with meeting for private painting sessions. I know you can't help that, but that's why I'd been talking extensively with your agent even before you arrived. We've been talking about whether it might be possible to arrange your schedule in order to minimize the amount of traveling you have to do from shoot to shoot and allow you to stay in town for the majority of the semester."

Rebecca leaned in a little as she continued talking. "Your agent has generally been on-board with the idea I've proposed and is very optimistic about being able to work with me - I've been told that you've been working very hard lately and traveling so much that you could probably use the break from all the traveling and have a different change of pace. Your agent also thinks that a little art philanthropy and helping out our art program will look great for your public image and your career in general."

She spread out her hands and her eyes lit up as she started to speak about her idea. "So, my idea is this - having your schedule freed up enough to where you'll be able to do private one-on-one or small group painting sessions with my art students for anyone who wants to participate."

Tracy immediately took an interest, focusing intently on Rebecca as she spoke. Private painting sessions! Just like she'd been hoping for!

"We should, of course, plan to broaden the students' horizons. I don't think they will improve very much if they're painting the same thing over and over again - no matter how stunning your male form is." She gave Kayne a bit of a wink and smile at that before continuing. "Given how prone to distraction my students are, I think we should plan to provide them with the most provocative sorts of images available - to help them adjust and adapt and learn how to focus on their art even when they're presented with such things."

Tracy tilted her head with a questioning look in her eyes. Rebecca caught her gaze a moment and addressed both of them when she sought to clarify. "I'm talking about more than one live nude model - obviously Kayne would be one of the nude models, but we'd need to find live female nude models for the provocative images - Images that would include acts of a sexual nature."

Tracy let out a surprised gasp. Rebecca did not seem deterred by this, and she continued, still sounding professional and upfront about what she was discussing. "There is the question of where to procure these live female nude models. While I'm hopeful that some of my art students might choose to volunteer-"

She glanced at Tracy who only blushed and casted her gaze downwards, clenching her thighs. Rebecca returned her gaze to Kayne. "It's possible none might volunteer at all. Of course, I'd be willing to volunteer my services as a nude model, but we'll definitely need more than one especially if the educational opportunity becomes really popular. Conversely, if the opposite holds true, if we have a lot of the art students volunteering to be models, we might have to impose some strict requirements for them to meet first. We want them to still be improving their artistic abilities and expanding their horizons after all."

She waved a hand dismissively. "But we can think on the details of that later. An artist friend of mine has been looking to sell her large home for a reasonably cheap price with the caveat that it be used for purposes involving the arts - and I've been trying to pool some resources together in order to purchase it so that it may be used for this extra-curricular educational opportunity."

She brushed a long lock of blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face to the side. "The paintings made over the course of this educational opportunity will be sold to private art galleries, and the funds will be split evenly between compensating you for your time and for adding funds to the art program. We might even be able to find other ways to increase funding - perhaps through collaborating with some film-making students or even hosting educational or entertainment-based live streams."

She smiled at Kayne and Tracy. "All I really need to know is if this would have any of your approval, Kayne. You'd really be doing me a big favor helping me out like this."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne didn't really know how much Rebecca had seen, if anything, before she intervened, but he still appreciated her words. She was trying to justify why the two had been doing what they were doing, which wasn't something she had to do if she didn't want to. Even when her motives became clear, he did still appreciate it. Hell, she'd even gone as far as talking to his agent to try and get the ball rolling as much as possible.

It wasn't until Rebecca plainly spelled out just how much he'd been traveling lately that Kayne really thought about it. He'd had to travel from one side of the country, as well as overseas, more times than he could count. Hell, he was even starting to know some of the flight attendants by name...

Rebecca's idea was a bold one to be sure. Art students and teachers were often known to be radical and bold, sometimes to a fault. She was not only talking about live nude models and college artists, but college artists that may also pose nude. Even those things paled utterly in comparison to buying a house to make it all happen in, since they definitely couldn't do the kinds of poses and paintings she was talking about on even the most ambitious and forward-thinking college campus.

Of all the information that Rebecca had communicated to the him and Tracy though, the part Kayne took the most notice of was that she would be willing to volunteer as a nude model if it was necessary. Bold ideas were a dime a dozen, but not many of those ideas came from people who were willing to take such steps to make it happen. Sure, it was just words at this point, but they were important words.

When Rebecca stopped speaking, Kayne let out the breath that he hadn't even been aware that he'd been holding. "It's...ambitious to say the least..." Kayne started, turning his head towards Tracy, trying to gauge how she felt about the proposal. "and there will be controversy, protestors, and the like. I'm already on their radar, which will add fuel to the fire. I'm willing to stand in front of that fire and do whatever is necessary. I just need you both to know that there are some risks involved, personally speaking." As he spoke, Kayne let his dark brown gaze pan back and forth between the two women, trying to see if his words about the possible risks had had any impact, and if he saw any fear or uncertainty in their eyes.

 

[Muselight]

Tracy could hardly believe it. Her art professor was completely serious about what she was suggesting! She found herself trying to imagine it, and it was difficult. But slowly and surely, images began to form in her head. She found herself imagining her classmates in the various sex acts she'd seen in the adult films Kayne Weston starred in. The easiest to imagine in such a position was Tina, of course - though, she found her mind drifting to the idea of Molly spread-eagled with Kayne's looming beast of a cock poised to penetrate her. This was an even more difficult image to picture because Molly was so uptight about everything!

She grinned a little to herself because she bet Kayne's cock would loosen her up pretty good!

But as fun as those images were and the idea of painting such things, the idea of becoming a model herself - Tracy felt yet more of her juices smear over her pale thighs, and she felt the walls of her empty and wanting pussy spasm as if it was trying to urge her to seek something long, hard, and girthy to fill her. And not just any something would do. It had to be Kayne Weston's cock. Kayne Weston, the man she had longed for and desired since her eighteenth birthday when she gifted herself her first adult film to watch and had a night-long marathon of watching yet more videos and finger-fucking herself near-senseless.

Her breathing quickened again due to her excitement and arousal - though, she did give a momentary pause at how ahead of herself she was getting. As much as the idea of Kayne claiming her for himself turned her on, there was still the logical problem - Her tiny opening and his massive, all-too-thick cock. A brief flash of disappointment crossed her face. That's right. It seemed impossible that it would fit inside her at all.

Besides, sexual acts didn't necessarily mean actual fucking. She was probably getting her hopes up too high there and thinking far too much with her highly aroused pussy rather than reason. She heard Kayne comment on the ambitiousness of the project. She looked at him just as he made eye contact with her. His deep brown eyes on her made her pussy spasm once more, and she was unable to stop herself from squirming - there might have even been a barely audible squelching sound as her unbelievably wet pussy lips pressed and rubbed together.

She leaned in close, eyes wide, looking enthusiastic. "Y-yes! It is! It's an AMAZING idea!" she said, a little breathless.

Then, she pulled back a little ways, a bit embarrassed by her own eagerness. She touched her fingertips together. "I mean, it - it sounds like a good plan. I'd love the opportunity to improve my art skills and help the art program get more funding. Um-"

She swallowed hard, nervous - heart pounding in her chest. "I might even - um - I might -"

Why was it so hard to get the words out all of a sudden? She took a deep breath. "I might try to do some modeling, too."

There. She said it. She put it out there. She felt self-conscious all of a sudden and quickly added: "I mean, um, I - I really, really want to help. And um - well, I don't know what all it entails or - or if I'd be any good at it - or - or even if I could do everything that's asked of me."

What if a pose involved having Kayne's cock in her pussy? If it didn't fit, she wouldn't be able to do it. "And, um, of course, um - only if Kayne didn't mind me-" Her blush became intense. "Modeling with him."

Rebecca smiled at Tracy in a gentle manner. "I'm happy to see you're so enthusiastic and trying to volunteer to support this idea. But there's no rush for you to decide on the modeling aspect right now."

Rebecca turned her attention to Kayne, and as he mentioned risks, it was her turn for her breathing to quicken. There was a fierce determination lit in her eyes. "Oh yes, I'm sure there will be. That's how you know this is a great idea. Art has always had a tendency towards wreaking havoc with societal norms. And yet, look at how often art is dismissed in the world as unnecessary, obsolete, or irrelevant - Well, I plan to show society that simply isn't true. It often takes bold, radical ideas and bold, radical people to change the status quo - and I, for one, am very confident that we can."

Tracy listened to her art professor with wide eyes, and she leaned towards the desk with an earnest expression on her face. "Wow! That's so inspiring, Mrs. Sutherland! And so true! This is a risk worth taking!"

Rebecca laughed lightly at Tracy's enthusiastic declaration. "I'm glad you think so."

She turned to Kayne, expression serious again. "Of course, I have been in talks with your agent about minimizing the risks we're taking as well - specifically, any potential legal risks. She is in talks with your lawyer about drawing up a new contract specifically for the program I'm suggesting, and she sounds confident it'll be air-tight. Besides, the program will be 100% consensual on the behalf of all participants - to do anything less would be a disservice to you and to the art community as a whole."

She folded her hands on top of her desk. "Now, with that being said, your agent made me aware today that you have a clear schedule for the rest of the day, Kayne. We can begin a private painting session with Tracy - with you and me being the live nude models for her to paint. It's one thing to talk about a big idea, but it's important to be able to act on it as well."

She pulled away a couple of post-it notes and grabbed a pen. She wrote her address on it and handed each post-it note to Kayne and Tracy. "My husband is out of town on a business trip and won't be returning until tomorrow night. So, for now at least, we can use my home for the first private painting session. We can begin anytime that works for you and Tracy - we could even head over to my place right now, if both of you would like."

Tracy's eyes widened, and she inhaled sharply. "Right now?!" The excitement in her voice was unmistakable, and she rubbed her thighs together and squirmed. Then, she remembered all the obligations she had for that day. Classes, her part-time job, her volunteer work...

People were depending on her. No matter how horny she was, she couldn't just back out on them. Her face fell a moment, and she sounded very disappointed. "Oh. I don't think I'll be able to be there until 7:00 tonight - I have a lot of things I have to do today."

Rebecca smiled at her. "That's all right, Tracy. 7:00 tonight sounds absolutely fine to me. And I'm sure that will work for Kayne..." She looked over at him. "Right?"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Though Kayne's words had been meant for caution on the part of everybody involved, he was by no means saying no. In truth it was the opposite. He'd thought about his prom and the pity date and fuck that Rebecca had given him many times, and he was glad that he would finally be able to repay her for her act of kindness.

While Rebecca's fierce determination didn't surprise Kayne, Tracy eagerness did actually catch him a little off guard. The young woman had seemed so shy and awkward just a few minutes ago. She'd of course tried to cover it up afterwards, but words, once spoken, couldn't be taken back. That awkwardness did return when she talked about modeling with him, but that was to be expected. It was one thing to be the person painting or filming, but it was a whole new beast being the one being painted or filmed.

With the first pair of people volunteering, Kayne's mind naturally went to the legal aspect of things, but Rebecca was two steps ahead of him once more. He couldn't help but wonder just how long she'd been thinking about this if she'd not only talked with his agent, but also had his agent talk with his lawyer. He'd certainly have to talk with both of them to ensure the safety of everybody involved, including private security for the building if protestors showed up. Again, he was used to the risks and all the things people said to and about him, but he didn't want such things to befall the other participants if he could help it.

With both women clearly in favor of not only doing this, but doing it tonight, all of their schedules clear, a private place, and the legalities ready to be put in the works, the only thing left was Kayne. "7 o-clock tonight it is then." Kayne said with a smile, once again turning to meet the gaze of both women. He then reached out to take the post-it note that Rebecca held out to him. He gave it a quick look, making sure that he could read it, and then looked up and nodded again. "I'd better head back to my hotel and get in a nap then. I did not wake up this morning expecting to do a double shift, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to it."

Kayne rose to his feet then, and walked around the desk as Rebecca did the same. He leaned in to hug her and press a kiss to her cheek before turning back to Tracy. "Until tonight then, Tracy." Kayne said, moving to hug her as well. "Remember to breathe..." Kayne whispered to the young woman, before pulling back to press a soft kiss to her cheek as well. He then stepped back from Tracy and headed towards the door, opening it and turning back towards the women, holding the door open for Tracy before he left. He was about to close the door behind him before he remembered the bag that he'd left in her office while he'd been posing "Oops, almost forgot my stuff." He said with a slight flush coming to his cheeks before he picked it up, left, and did close the door behind him. He also stopped by the bag he'd by the chair next to her office door in the classroom.

Kayne dug into his bag and pulled out out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, set them on the chair, and took off his robe for the final time that day, comfortable in doing so, even in the classroom, since this he'd been told that this was the last class of the day.

 

[Muselight]

Rebecca smiled at Kayne. "I have every confidence you'll be able to handle a double shift, Kayne. I'm really looking forward to it as well." She glanced down at where Kayne's robe covered his huge penis a moment before meeting his brown eyes again.

She hugged him back with ease and kissed him back on the cheek. She gave him a parting pat on the butt.

Tracy inhaled softly when Kayne pulled her into a gentle hug. It felt so special being hugged by him, and she leaned in, seeming to melt against him easily. She wanted to feel his girthy shaft covered by his robe against her bare, wanting pussy one more time before she left. She - she needed it. So distracted by this thought, she startled a little when he felt his breath on her ear.

A reminder for her to breathe. She breathed in, face burning red. Then, she froze up, eyes wide, when she felt him kiss her on the cheek.

Kayne Weston had just kissed her! KAYNE WESTON HAD JUST KISSED HER.

On the cheek. But still!!!

It felt like he pulled away all too soon, and she cast a longing look at him as he left the office. She pressed her thighs together. She looked back to her art professor, a little shy.

"I'll see you later tonight, Mrs. Sutherland."

"I'm excited for your visit and to see you paint."

Then, Tracy turned and walked briskly out of the office, hoping to catch up to Kayne. She had been so distracted by her yearning and arousal, she hadn't hugged him back or really thanked him for agreeing to help support the art program or anything!

"Kayne, w-wait!" She paused, realizing she had caught him while he was disrobing. He was completely naked. When he turned, the sight of his massive naked cock made her squirm. She couldn't just - just hug him while he was naked...

Could she? Would he mind? Tracy swallowed hard and shivered.

She didn't want to just waste his time by standing there. She approached him slowly, head slightly bowed, a bright red flush spreading across her face. Her body trembled with nerves and anticipation.

Just - just one little hug. And a kiss on the cheek. And a thank you. She stopped after she had closed some distance between them. Her hands clenched at her sides, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, in a sudden movement, she threw her arms around Kayne's powerful shoulders while standing on her tip-toes. Her clothed body, small and delicate compared to his tall, muscular build, pressed against his naked chest. Her wet pussy hovered mere inches above the shaft of his naked penis, but even from that short distance, Kayne might have been able to feel the warm heat radiating from it.

She couldn't seem to quite look him in the eyes.

"Um - thank you for deciding to help Mrs. Sutherland and the rest of us art students with the art program she talked about. It's - it's really nice of you."

Slowly, she started to lower herself from her tip-toes. She - she just wanted to feel him. "Really-"

Her warm, wet, and very sensitive pussy lips touched his thick, bare shaft. "A-ah- nice." She moaned softly, arching her back, and tilting her head up to look at him. Half-lidded, light blue eyes gazed into his deep brown ones. In her eyes burned a powerful desire. Pure and intense.

Her glossy pink lips parted like someone who was preparing to be kissed.

She couldn't help herself. She didn't know what she was doing, what possessed her, but she dragged herself along the length of his naked cock, her pussy leaving a trail of her juices on him. "Ummmmm!" Her nervous little "um" sounded more like another moan. She tried to will herself to be still. She shouldn't be doing what she was doing. What must Kayne think of her?

"I-I'm really looking forward to tonight."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne had only just shed his robe and was reaching for the shorts he'd set on the chair when he heard his name called. He of course recognized Tracy's voice, and thus didn't have any reservations about just turning around as he was. 'Yes Tracy?" He asked simply, not angry or embarrassed at his nakedness in front of her for obvious reasons.

The young woman's silence in the moments as she slowly walked towards him, head clearly bowed out of respect for his nakedness still surprised him a little, being as she'd been the one to initiate the conversation. Between her posture, her clenched fists, and the deep breath she clearly forced herself to take, her anxiety was palpable. Still, he gave her the time that she needed.

Even though he'd been looking directly at Tracy, Kayne was anything but prepared for her sudden pounce. His arms acted out of pure reflex, closing around her as she literally threw herself at him, standing as high up on her toes as she could. His gaze lowered to try and meet hers, but her head was still bowed, making it impossible. That gaze remained lowered, even as her body followed suit, dropping from her toes to her normal standing height. With their closeness though, there was nothing he could do to prevent her pussy from landing on the base of his penis. He knew she wasn't wearing any panties, and thus wasn't surprised by the wetness, but was genuinely surprised at the heat radiating from her clearly aroused pussy.

Despite Kayne's best efforts, the feeling of a hot, wet, and aroused pussy against his cock stirred the beast from it's slumber, causing it to slowly harden, even trapped as it was beneath her literally throbbing pussy. He also didn't expect the way Tracy, a seemingly shy girl, grinded shamelessly on his penis, coating it with her juices as she arched her back, pressing her rock-hard nipples against his bare chest before finally tilting her head back to meet his gaze with her own half-lidded light blue ones. He could see the lust in those eyes, feel the need from her pussy, and thus understand everything that he'd seen from the poor girl, or picked up from Rebecca's critiques of her painting of him. He knew what was on her mind, robbing her of her ability to focus, and what she needed to do to fix it.

Kayne had of course heard the words Tracy spoke as she hugged him, thanking him for being willing to help Rebecca, and the art program as a whole and her how she was looking forward to tonight, as well as the guttural carnal-inspired sounds that came in between. He'd also seen the transformation from tension and anxiety to lust and neediness, right down to the parting of her lips asking for a kiss and the lower lips begging for the same. He could see and feel the struggle within her, her body wanting to do one thing while her mind wanted to do another.

As Tracy's arms dropped from around Kayne, clearly having forgotten why they were there in the first place, Kayne withdrew his as well. "You are as welcome as Rebecca is, Tracy..." Kayne started, offering her a small half smile as his deep brown gaze softened. At the same time, his large hands slowly moved to catch her smaller ones. "and I am looking forward to tonight as well, though if I may be so bold as to offer a...suggestion..." Kayne let his words hang in the air between them as he took a small step backwards, causing his rock-hard cock to drag along her pussy, which was all too happy to coat it with her arousal. "You may want to take care of that problem between your thighs before then." He then took her hands and guided them to the cock that connected them together, placing her hands on the thick shaft and pressing her fingers down to encircle as much of it as she could. He then took another step backwards, causing his cock to once again drag against her pussy while sliding through her clasped hands. This time though, the flared and mushroom-shaped head dragged against her opening before pulling free of her pussy and jerking upwards, effectively flicking her engorged clit on the way before slapping heavily against his stomach.

Kayne had held Tracy's gaze through the full of that intimate moment, only breaking when he dipped down to let his cheek graze against hers before dipping a touch further in to press a soft kiss behind her ear. "You can even think of this moment while you touch yourself, Tracy, if you think it will help." He said, his words whispered hotly against her flesh as his hands slid slowly up her arms for the briefest of moments, stopping at the short sleeve of her blouse before he finally stepped backwards once more. He let his lust-darkened gaze find hers once more before finally turning back towards the clothes he'd set aside for himself, and started to get dressed.

 

[Muselight]

Tracy felt the monstrous cock beneath her desirous pussy begin to stiffen, becoming hard and pressing a little more insistently up against her swollen lips. She began to pant a little, and she squirmed against the hardening cock between her thighs, coating it with yet more of juices. She had a momentary look of utter delight and enthusiasm on her face at having attracted such interest. When Kayne spoke, she listened intently to him because his voice sounded so smooth and deep and made her little pussy tingle even more.

It made her heart soar when he told her that he was looking forward to that night as well which quickly turned into her heart pounding when Kayne took her small hands into his larger ones. Then, he offered to make a suggestion. Tracy leaned in, her eager pussy practically drooling her juices on the gigantic shaft.

"Anything," she said, her voice breathless.

Then, she felt his now fully hardened cock slide slowly and deliciously against her virginal pussy, and she arched her back again, a moan escaping her lips. She hadn't even thought to try and stifle it. She had humped the painting Kayne's shaft in a desperate bid for some relief earlier that day, and she couldn't help but find herself comparing the two. There was no doubt about it. Kayne's REAL cock against her pussy was superior in every way. It was much, much warmer, the skin smooth, the veins of his cock could better be felt than they could in the painting, his cock pulsed with life and strength that the painted version did not have, and most importantly of all, Kayne could be interacted with, Kayne could make choices, Kayne could look at her in the way the painting could not, Kayne could do things like slide his cock against her pussy in the most wonderful and stimulating of ways.

The painted Kayne's cock was a poor girl's substitute for the real thing. Though, given the choice between painted Kayne's cock and any sex toy on the market or any other man's cock with no option for the real deal, she would've chosen the painted version's cock every single time.

And then he told her that she might want to take care of the problem between her thighs before then. She swallowed hard, looking up into his deep brown eyes as he explicitly pointed out "her problem."

"I-" She felt the walls of her pussy spasm, clearly in want to have something inside it. "Y-yes, sir. I'll - um - I'll do my best."

She certainly intended to really go to town on her pussy at the nearest available opportunity. She wasn't sure she had ever been so aroused in her entire life - not even during those times when she had Kayne Weston deflowering video-watching marathons where she would press her small clit vibrator up against her clit and finger-fuck herself to exhaustion.

She inhaled sharply when Kayne guided her hands to the base of his long, girthy penis and had her press her fingers against him. Her light blue eyes widened as she marveled at the feel of his beastly cock in her hands. She had only gripped painted Kayne's cock with one hand, and again, there was a noticeable difference between it and the far superior, real version. She trembled with sheer lust as she grasped the mighty cock with her two small, delicate hands, and she panted and moaned yet more as Kayne dragged his cock against her pussy lips. She was entranced by his intense gaze the entire time - unable to look away from him.

The massive cock in her hands was so, so big, so heavy, so..

Powerful. Everything about Kayne was so powerful and strong - from his broad shoulders to his bulging biceps to his chiseled abs to his muscular thighs. And of course, it made sense his cock was no exception to that. It fueled the lust-filled haze clouding her mind as she thought of what it would be like to be taken by him. She knew she shouldn't get her hopes up, she knew it was impossible because her opening was so tiny, but the idea of her delicate body being given up entirely to Kayne's powerful body - It made her let out a much louder moan.

As his massive cock slid against her bare, wet pussy and through her small hands, she thought it might go on forever. There was so much of him - so, so much. Again, the walls of her pussy spasmed, and did so again when the wide, flared tip of Kayne's cock dragged against her tiny opening (it had opened up a little due to her arousal but it was still noticeably small - certainly much smaller than Kayne's ultra-thick shaft) which seemed to continuously leak her juices.

Perhaps Kayne might have even noticed the difference in size between them. It might have been really, really clear that if his cock ever got the chance to get inside her needy, little pussy, it would have been a very, VERY tight fit.

And then - then, Kayne's big, heavy cock jerked upwards and flicked across her sensitive, throbbing clit.

"OH, Kayne!" she cried out, and her hands squeezed over Kayne's shaft in an involuntary manner due to the unexpected burst of brief pleasure it brought her. Her legs wobbled - weak due to her strong arousal. Her breathing was quick and shallow. She pressed her thighs together, already missing having the massive shaft between her legs. At hearing the heavy slap of his cock against Kayne's stomach, she managed to grasp onto a thread - some bare semblance of focus that struggled to get through the haze of desire that clouded her mind. Reluctantly, she slowly removed her hands from his cock - one hand at a time rather than all at once.

A strong shiver rippled through her young, 5'2 body as he planted a kiss behind her ear and gave her permission to think of the moment when she next touched herself. Tracy swallowed hard and gave a meek nod of her head - it was hard to tell how much of her red face was due to her shyness and how much of it was due to the strong arousal that kept her captive.

"I - um - I know it will." She squirmed before him. She lowered her gaze intending to look at the floor, but her eyes ended up locked on Kayne's impressive erection. "I - uh - I always think of you," she said, in a very quiet voice. She gave another sharp inhale when Kayne's hands slid up her arms. Every nerve ending in her body felt awake due to his touch.

Another strong shiver rippled through her as he cast a gaze of pure, unrelenting lust in her direction. She didn't think she had ever seen a man look at her like that before. And now, here a man was... and not just any man but Kayne Weston. It thrilled her and excited her like no other. She saw him turn to get dressed, and for a moment, she just stood there, juices leaking and smearing over her inner thighs. She managed to take a glance at her smartwatch and gasped.

"Oh no! I'm going to be late. I'm - I'm sorry!" She wasn't sure what she was apologizing for but felt she should, just in case. "I'll - I'll see you tonight!"

She practically stumbled over herself trying to get out of the room because her wobbly legs were not doing a very good job at helping her stand or walk.

Classes came and went, and it was inevitable that she had to sit down - soaking her seat in juices. At her part-time receptionist job, she found it difficult interacting with customers and would try to wipe down her seat when she thought no one was looking. She couldn't get her mind off of Kayne Weston, what she had done, what he had done to her and what his massive cock had felt like sliding against her pussy, or the anticipation she had for later that night. It kept her perpetually aroused - her little pussy refused to cool down in the slightest.

At one point, while typing up a memo about an office potluck coming up, she typed the word "cock" instead of "cook" and hadn't noticed. Her boss, with some embarrassment, pointed it out to her later, and she was surprised she didn't die from embarrassment.

When it was finally time for her to get off work, she rushed to get back home. She had thirty minutes before her volunteer work - then it would be time for the private painting session at Mrs. Sutherland's house. She knew she wouldn't be able to focus on painting unless the problem (as Kayne had referred to it) between her thighs was taken care of and besides that, she was so aroused she was in desperate need for relief.

Just one orgasm to help her calm down. That's all she needed.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Kayne had of coursed turned towards the door to Rebecca's office after he turned to get dressed. He had closed the door behind them when they left, and he couldn't recall if he had heard the door open while he and Tracy had been...whatever you wanted to call what they had done, but his brain and attention had naturally been focused on other things, making it entirely possible that she'd opened her door, seen what was going on, and closed it once more.

With nothing to be done about what Rebecca may or may not have seen, Kayne got dressed, grabbed his bags, and left the building. The drive back to his hotel was short, and once he got to his room he happily stripped down once more. He turned on the shower, gave it a moment, and stepped into the hot spray, placing his hands on the wall, bowing his head, and just letting the water pound onto his neck.

Kayne's mind naturally started to wander as he stood there, thinking first of Rebecca and the single night they'd shared together. His cock started to stiffen as he thought about her, and thoughts of what the two of them would be doing later today didn't help matters. His mind naturally swam with options for what position or pose they would do and what her body looked like now. Thinking about tonight naturally brought up thoughts of Tracy as well. He still couldn't believe what the two of them had dared to do, knowing there was somebody in the next room. He couldn't even truly say why he'd done it. He had plenty of fans, had fucked a fair few, but something about Tracy just...felt different.

One of Kayne's hands reached for the soap as his mind lingered on the teal-haired young woman. He stood a full foot taller than her, but she didn't seem intimidated at all. She had just thrown herself at him, and all he could think to do was respond in kind. He wet the soap and rolled it in his large hands, working up a good lather before starting to scrub his chest and stomach. His cock and balls came next, an easy enough task with the one being hard as a rock and the other being hairless. He did take care with the tip of his engorged penis though, making sure no soap got into the flared slit. His arms and legs came next, followed by his ass and as much of his back as he could reach. His cock stood proud and firm as he finished washing himself and reached first for the shampoo and then the conditioner.

Only when he was clean and dried off did Kayne finally think about tending to the erection that had been his companion through most of the shower. He laid on his back, gripping his penis and pointing it straight up as he started to stroke it, starting with long and slow strokes as he imagined Rebecca on top of him, riding him like she'd done on prom night. His hand started to stroke faster when he imagined rolling her to her back and filling her full of his cock, seeing her face and hearing her gasp as he felt her tight cunt relent to his thrusts. They got faster still as he remembered Tracy, imagining her there as well, maybe riding Rebecca's face as he fucked her, or riding his own as Rebecca rode him.

Kayne knew what he ultimately wanted though, and his stroking got faster, focusing near the top of his penis, and the more sensitive head. He imagined that it was Tracy on top of him, holding his giant penis as she guided it to her cunt. The scent of her arousal filled the room, leaving no doubt to her eagerness as she rocked back and forth, teasing herself before finally impaling herself on him! He heard her cry of pain, felt her tight cunt, and saw the blood trickle down his cock. He didn't even know if the young woman was a virgin, but he didn't care in that moment. The sheer thought of being her first was enough to send a tingly feeling surging through his body, starting in his belly rushing to his cock, leading to an explosive orgasm that left his stomach, chest, and a good part of the bedspread covered in cum as he quaked with aftershocks from the powerful release.

Still panting for breath, Kayne reached for his phone and set a couple of alarms, just in case, with even the last one leaving him time to shower again. He didn't want to show up at Rebecca's smelling like cum. With that last chore done, he rolled over and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly. He had a feeling he'd need it!

 

[Muselight]

Rebecca had, in fact, opened her office door to peer outside of it, mainly because as much as Tracy had tried to stifle the sounds she was making, they were still noticeable. She hadn't been sure what to make of the sounds she'd been hearing, but she certainly hadn't expected to see Tracy, her best art student but also one of the most shy and quiet in her class - with her arms thrown around Kayne. Or the way, she appeared to be squirming against Kayne's naked dick. Although, the chances of Kayne and Tracy getting caught in such a position by anyone other than her were minimal due to it being the last class in this art room for the day - there was still that miniscule possibility that someone might walk in - maintenance crew, another faculty member to check in with her about something or other, or even another student having just remembered that they've forgotten something in the classroom.

Rebecca thought that she should probably interrupt them, but her feet remained rooted to the spot as she watched the erotic sight before her with absolute fascination. Although, she'd also been aroused by Kayne's naked form and a little more aroused describing the details of her plan, it paled a bit in comparison to seeing two people engaging with each other in such an intimate manner. By the sounds Tracy was making, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the feel of Kayne's quite sizable erection against her. And she couldn't be sure without a closer look, but the way the lighting struck Kayne's cock at certain angles made it gleam - as if it had been coated in the juices of a wet pussy.

Was Tracy not wearing panties? No. That didn't seem right. Rebecca's brow furrowed. Then again, Tracy had come to school wearing an outfit that was much different from what she usually wore - hoodies and jeans typically. She'd been surprised to see that Tracy had such a curvaceous figure, and it had made her wonder why she kept covered up so much - unless she really was just that shy and self-conscious about it.

In any case, the sight of the two of them was making Rebecca's own pussy much wetter than it had previously been. Truth be told, while she had been honest about wanting to provide more funds to the art program and help her art students, she also had a bit of an ulterior motive. Ever since she had first seen her old friend and former pity date in adult films, she'd gotten rather curious about the monstrous cock between his legs - a curiosity which seemed to grow stronger as time continued to pass. It seemed impossible that her friend had grown so much - she didn't know what diet and work-out routine he must have been following religiously - but whatever it was, it had worked wonders, practically miracles on his physique.

Although, she knew it was wrong to be looking at another man so curiously that wasn't her husband, she thought there was really no harm in looking. What she had planned was for the sake of the art community, and... As long as she didn't actually fuck Kayne Weston, it didn't really count as cheating, right?

Regardless, Rebecca knew she would have to take good care of her pussy when she got home along with preparing her home for visitors. It wouldn't do if she ended up too horny to think straight, and her resistance to the idea of fucking Kayne crumbled completely, after all. Besides, despite Tracy's display in the art classroom, she thought it might be more than a little overwhelming for her art student if too much was happening all at once.

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Tracy's hands trembled as she struggled to find the right key for the door to her off-campus apartment. Her breathing had gotten quicker - excitement and anticipation building in her body as she thought about how good and relieved she'd feel after she got herself off. As soon as the door opened, she shut it behind her quickly and made a beeline for her room. She pulled open her underwear drawer and grasped for her clit vibrator. She had thirty minutes. With how highly aroused she was and with her clit vibrator on the highest setting plus a little extra stimulation, she could probably get herself off in ten or fifteen minutes- leaving some time to spare.

Then, she headed for her bedroom where she had set up the Kayne Weston painting when she had a very small free moment of time between classes (not enough time for her to masturbate) to take the painting and her art supplies back to her apartment.

She practically ran at the painting, and once she was inside, she set an alarm on her smartwatch, then she threw her arms around the statue-like painted Kayne. It didn't feel the same at all, but she was sure the painted Kayne would be of great assistance in helping her relieve the problem between her thighs. She kissed two of her fingers, then pressed the fingers against the painted Kayne's lips.

"Today has been like such a dream. I never thought I'd actually get to meet you in person." She lifted up her skirt and pressed her naked, wet pussy against the very big tip of the massive, hard shaft of painted Kayne. Her panties previously stained with her juices still laid on the barren white floor of the painting close by.

She tilted her head back and moaned as her swollen pussy lips more easily parted allowing the extra-wide tip to succeed in spreading those lips yet more and pushing against her warm, wet slit. It was an obscene and lewd sight how wide her pussy lips spread to accommodate the massive invader nestled against her pussy, and it looked like they clung rather tightly to the head. She rocked herself, slow and gentle, against painted Kayne's large tip - afraid of dislodging it but wanting to feel it slide against her slit and close to her clit.

"Ah - I can't believe - unn - what we did together," Tracy closed her eyes, picturing Kayne and herself in the art classroom. Her finger hovered over the button of her clit vibrator as she put it into position against her engorged, throbbing clit. She bit her lower lip - her breathing becoming heavy. "How I acted - I - I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me. I couldn't resist."

She took in a deep breath and pressed the button, automatically switching it to the highest setting. She cried out in pure pleasure as her aching clit finally got the attention it so desperately wanted. "Oh-oh!"

It felt so good feeling the deep vibration of her vibrator against her clit, and she began to pant and squirm. "I - I need you so badly, Kayne! Please, please make me cum!"

She guided herself along the painted Kayne's mushroom tip, and then rested her tiny opening against it. Despite her arousal having dilated her opening a little, her opening was still less than an inch in diameter wide. With Kayne's massive cock being about two inches in diameter, and the flared head of it even a bit wider, there was no possibility of it slipping inside. But she liked the feel of it against her tiny opening, though, as it played into her fantasies of one day being deflowered by Kayne. It didn't matter that what she thought what she wanted was unlikely and even impossible - the very idea was getting her off and helping her build that much closer to the orgasm she so desperately craved.

"Take me, Kayne!" Tracy moaned, still squirming. She couldn't be entirely sure, wrapped up in her fantasy as she was and her pussy feeling pretty sensitive to stimulation, but... The highest setting of her vibrator didn't feel as strong as it usually did. It seemed like it was taking her longer than it should have to make her cum. "Please take me! I'm all yours! Please!"

In the barren white landscape of the rest of the painting, Tracy's panting, moans, and long sighs seemed to echo. Alone and without fear of discovery, she was free to be as loud as she wanted, so she didn't hold back. The smell of her arousal was obvious in the otherwise blank space which had no other smells.

The wide, mushroom head of Kayne's abnormally large penis was getting soaked in her juices at this point especially being so close to her tight little opening, and she was starting to get a bit hotter as she got closer and closer to her peak.

"Oh, I'm so close! I'm so close! Oooooh- This is - oh, ah - gonna be soooo good-"

And then the vibrator slowly puttered to a stop. Tracy's eyes went wide in confusion and disbelief, and the orgasm she had been about to reach began to fall away leaving her tender vagina unsatisfied and wanting. She pulled the clit vibrator away from her clit to look at it. "What? No! No, no, no, no - Please no." She smacked at the side of it a few times.

There was at least one moment where it managed to sputter to life before quickly dying again.

"Fuck!" Tracy groaned in frustration and threw the vibrator down on the floor of the barren landscape. It was very rare that Tracy cursed because it seemed impolite, and she didn't want to seem impolite, but her pent-up sexual frustration was so great, this was clearly a time that warranted cursing.

"Ugh!" She clenched her fists. "This isn't fair! I just want to cum, damn it!" She started to rub at her sensitive, demanding clit while her slit remained pressed against the head of painted Kayne's giant shaft. She made a little whimpering noise, then a long whine of pure need and tried sliding her slippery wet slit over the tip again. "Mmmph! First, only a short break in the art classroom and now this!"

Perhaps she was a bit TOO slippery because the tip didn't want to stay put, and guiding it with her hand was proving to be too slow and difficult to manage while rubbing her clit, too. She could've cried. Could've but didn't. It was fine. She checked her smartwatch. She still had twenty minutes. Maybe - no, she definitely could cum in that amount of time.

She mounted the side of painted Kayne's beast of a cock and took in a deep breath. She closed her eyes again and pictured Kayne's intense, lustful brown-eyed gaze smoldering at her. A strong shiver coursed through her body. "Oh, Kayne, please take care of this problem for me."

She said it almost like one might say a prayer.

And then, she began to hump the side of painted Kayne's massive shaft. She did not start with slow humping, either, but rather an average set pace. "Oh, please, oh please-"

She needed to cum so badly. She didn't think she was asking for too much. But an average set pace wasn't enough to build her orgasm as quickly as she wanted, so she began to hump him as hard and as fast as she could, often times trying to grind her ultra-needy clit against the painted cock she hoped would help her. Her boobs bounced in time with her humping - straining against the strapless blouse which loosely confined them. Deep, sighing moans escaped her glossy pink lips, and she panted even harder from arousal and from exertion.

After one particularly hard bounce, both of her cream-colored C-cup breasts bounced free from the confines of her blouse. Her diamond-hard pink nipples ached for attention as well, but she hadn't thought to focus on them. Her sopping wet, throbbing pussy was far more demanding of her attention.

"Kaaayne-" Tracy whined as her orgasm started to build again. She didn't know it, but she only had two minutes left. "Nnnn - F-fuck -"

Her body was starting to look tense - her impending orgasm seemed to be obvious.

"F-fuck me! Kayne! Please!"

The alarm on her smartphone began to blare, and Tracy was slowing down despite being so close because her legs were getting tired from how vigorously she was humping her most favorite cock. She tried to ignore the blaring at first, but as soon as it became obvious she wouldn't be able to pick up speed again, and her orgasm would remain out of reach - she very reluctantly stopped and pulled away. A few tears of sheer frustration slid down her cheeks. She was breathing heavy, a slight sheen of sweat on her body, her face was flushed red not from shyness but arousal, and there was a flush of red across her chest. Her body was screaming for some kind of relief; her pussy was making demands of her she couldn't meet - spasming in want of something to fill her, her pussy lips felt so full and swollen, and her clit was throbbing so much for attention it was almost painful.

She rubbed at the tears on her face and tucked her breasts back into her blouse, brushing her hands against her nipples in hopes of comforting and soothing them. It did not. She turned off the alarm and noticed she was a few minutes late for her volunteer work. People were depending on her, and she would feel awful if she let them down.

Her legs still felt like jelly, perhaps even more now, as she walked briskly - pausing only for a mere moment to cast a longing, yearning look back at the still statue-like painted Kayne before leaving the painting.