The Portrait, Part 4

This is another one of those long extravaganzas, sort of a grand finale. Sometimes, once you get into them, the temptation is to really push it to the limit, and it’s hard to know when to stop. Enjoy!

THE PORTRAIT PART 4 — THE PARTY

On the afternoon of the art show/party, Esperanza walked to Meg Morgan’s home from the nearby bus stop, dressed in faded jeans and a short, red top. Senora Denton had told her not to worry about her clothes, that she would be provided clothing suitable for her role as a server. She had never been in this part of town before, and she looked around in awe at the mega-mansions with their lush landscaping and imposing architecture. Someday, she thought to herself, maybe I’ll live in a neighborhood like this.

She had been back to the Denton home once in the two weeks since she had first been seduced by her teacher’s husband. She had returned for another sitting the following week, and she and Michael had fucked and sucked until they were both utterly spent. Michael had worked on her nude portrait after that, nearly finishing it. Two days later, he had picked her up at a local shopping mall, and had taken her to a secluded beach with an ice chest full of wine coolers. They had drank and sunbathed, soaking up the sun, and then Michael had made exquisite love to her on the big beach blanket, first licking and kissing her pussy until her body responded with a tumultuous climax. Then he had fucked her slowly until she came again and again, all over his deeply embedded cock. Finally, he had straddled her chest and she had eagerly sucked his cock until he was on the verge of orgasm. Just before he came, he had backed up, stroking his slippery cock as she held her breasts together with her hands. He had spewed his copious semen all over her luscious teenage titties, covering her nipples with his sperm. She had never actually watched a man come before, right out in the open and up close like that, and she had found it so exciting that she had raised her head, held her breast upward with her fingers and licked his syrupy come from her nipples, one by one. Then she had gathered his remaining come with her fingers and licked it off as he watched, amazed at what this precocious little nymph had managed to learn about pleasing a man in such a short time.

Esperanza traced her upper teeth with her tongue-tip as she knocked on the door of Meg’s house, vividly remembering the taste of Michael’s semen, seeming even now to taste it on her tongue. After a few moments, Meg’s maid, Miranda, answered the door. Miranda, a cute brunette who spoke Spanish, greeted Esperanza warmly, showed her in and led her to a nearby room, where costumes of various sizes were hanging on a rack. “Look them over and find something that fits,” she said. “I’ll be right back to make sure you’re okay.”

Esperanza looked over the costumes and selected one in her size. It was a short, black dress with a button-down front, form fitting down to her waist, but loose and pleated below that. It was very low cut, and Esperanza saw that there were several black push-up bras and panties from Victoria’s Secret hanging from the rack. Excitedly, she took her clothes off and began to try them on. She had never worn clothes like these, never dreamed she would ever do so, although she had gazed longingly at them in the store windows. The thought of wearing them in a house full of adults made her feel mature and sexy. She quickly found a bra and panties that fit her, and she slipped the dress on, inspecting herself in the nearby wardrobe mirror. The dress hugged her voluptuous shape tightly, and the tops of her breasts bulged over the cups of her bra, accentuated by the revealing dress, and swelling with every breath she took. A pair of black high-heeled pumps completed the outfit. Esperanza was glad her mother and father would never see her in it.

One by one, the other six girls that Holly had recruited appeared at the door, and soon all of them were naked, giggling, trying on clothing and telling each other how sexy they looked. Holly had chosen them from among her poorer students, and most were either black, Hispanic, or Asian. After awhile, they were all dressed for the party, with makeup applied, and Miranda instructed them on their duties. They were to cater to the guests, look sexy, be polite, maybe even a little bit flirtatious, and above all, to keep the drinks flowing freely.

The guests began arriving at 7:00, dressed to the nines, the men in tuxes and the women in slinky evening gowns. Meg, performing her hostess duties, greeted them at the door, dressed in a fabulous backless designer gown worthy of Oscar night. It put her big, unfettered breasts clearly on display beneath sheer black material that concealed nothing. Esperanza and her nubile friends quickly supplied the guests with hors d’oeuvres and cocktails from the bar, in the process receiving many leers from the men and a few disapproving glances from their trophy wives. The guests began to mingle, drink, and to admire the various works of art arrayed on easels throughout the ground floor of the mansion.

Michael and Holly arrived soon after seven. Holly was wearing a white sequined gown with white gloves and pearls. She looked like Eliza Doolittle at the Embassy Ball, but without the tiara. Meg met them at the door, giving Holly a kiss on her cheek and Michael a too-friendly hug. Michael tried to act nonchalant as Meg pressed her body against his, intensely aware of the pressure of her breasts against him, and her thigh sneaking between his legs to rub against his hidden cock. Holly gave Meg a look that would have killed her had she seen it. Then Esperanza appeared, greeted them, smiling shyly, and took their drink orders. Holly was thoroughly shocked at the girl’s appearance. “I don’t know what Meg Morgan is thinking, dressing high school girls like that!” she whispered. “She said black dresses, but I didn’t expect them to look like little teenage whores!”

“Oh, relax,” replied Michael. “What’s the harm, their parents aren’t here, just a lot of people they’ll probably never see again. I think she looks fabulous!”

“You would,” said Holly with a frown.

Esperanza reappeared with Michael’s scotch and Holly’s vodka martini, smiling at them as she handed them their drinks, and then moved quickly away to serve the other guests. Michael sipped his drink, gazing after the girl and watching her twitching ass, and Holly took a big gulp of hers. She wasn’t much of a drinker as a rule, but she was determined to have a good time no matter how much of an asshole Michael was to her, and getting a little tipsy seemed like a wonderful way to start. She gulped down the rest of her drink and looked around for one of the girls for a refill. She gestured to a pretty 16-year-old black girl named Kyesha, who came over and greeted her teacher, and then went to fetch Holly another martini.

Michael stared at Holly, wondering just what she was up to, and then decided he didn’t really care. He told her he had to go mingle with the other guests, and walked off into a cluster of rich society wives. Holly watched him go, secretly glad of an opportunity to go see if Lester had arrived. She had not been alone with the drama teacher since their frantic encounter backstage at the high school, and Holly couldn’t wait to once again feel his big black dick buried deep within her. She wandered off, looking in various downstairs rooms, but so far, at least, she was unable to locate her secret lover.

After searching several more rooms, Holly found herself alone in a room containing several paintings, one of them by her husband. She stared at it, wobbling a little on her high heels from the effects of the alcohol. It was the portrait he had done of Esperanza, she saw at once. The girl’s face conveyed a combination of youthful beauty and unbridled sexuality. And she was nude, she saw with a shock, her body in an erotic, languorous pose that seemed to silently welcome her unseen lover into its delectable sexual pleasures. My god, she thought, Michael had painted her in the nude! A 15-year-old girl! How could he possibly have convinced the young Mexican girl to pose for him that way? And yet, despite her outrage, she found herself strangely drawn to the portrait, and she felt the first stirrings of arousal between her legs as she gazed at it.

And then, suddenly, the light dawned in her head. He had FUCKED her! A child!! She had sent one of her students to him, wanting only to help her, and the son-of-a-bitch had seduced the poor, innocent girl, fucking her in their own home!

Holly walked unsteadily out of the room, unable to comprehend Michael’s terrible betrayal, forgetting, in her anger and confusion, her own sordid affair with Lester. As she went back to the bar, her alcohol-numbed mind raced. She would show him, she thought to herself as she downed another drink. She would pay him back.

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The party continued, and the liquor flowed like a river, gradually loosening the inhibitions of the guests. Even the cocktail waitresses found ample opportunities to sneak a few gulps in between serving the guests. Kyesha, in particular, being no stranger to alcohol, had managed to finagle two shots of tequila from the bartender by giving him some nice long looks at her barely concealed breasts. Unbeknownst to her naïve teacher, Mrs. Denton, the high school junior was anything but innocent. She had, in fact, been working for some time as a prostitute while she was in school, arranging dates on her cell phone between classes. This party absolutely reeked of wealth, and Kyesha had quickly figured out that there might be opportunities for her to make a little spending money on the side. She had already been felt up a little by some of the male guests, and she had given them nothing but encouragement.

Jonathan Van Stolk, a 50-year-old banker who was a millionaire many times over, had been admiring a neo-romantic landscape in one of the rooms off the main hall when Kyesha returned with his Jack Daniels. Jonathan, whose 25-year-old wife was off chit-chatting in another room someplace, was the type of man who considered all women, of any age, his playthings. He openly stared at Kyesha’s budding breasts, and snuck a hand down to grab a clandestine feel of her full, round ass as he lifted the drink from her tray. “Damn, you’ve got a sexy ass!” he whispered, enjoying his exploration of her youthful flesh. Kyesha responded by easing her own hand down the front of his tux pants, her fingers closing around the shaft of his cock beneath the thin material. Slowly moving her fingers upward to caressing the head of his erect cock with her fingertips, she stood on tiptoe and tilted her head up to whisper in his ear. “Mmmmm, someone’s been thinking bad thoughts. You looking to take the edge off, baby?”

He moaned quietly as she squeezed his aching cock. Had he heard her right? “Follow me,” he said, and quickly led her to the bathroom adjacent to the room they were in, making sure they weren’t seen, and locked the door. As he leaned against the marble countertop, Kyesha returned her hand to his pants, stroking the outline of his rigid cock as she looked up at him. She had found in her profession that negotiations generally went smoother if she kept her hand on a man’s cock. “I’ll suck your dick for a hundred,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Or one-twenty, and you can cum in my mouth. The price goes up from there.”

Jonathan stared at the sexy black teenager, thinking to himself that they sure don’t make them the way they used to. “Done,” said Jonathan, reaching for his wallet, pulling out the bills and placing them on the countertop. Kyesha immediately went to her knees and began unzipping his pants. He helped her, undoing the clasp on his pants, and together they slid his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles, freeing his average-sized but rigid penis.

“Nice,” she murmured. Her fingers slid beneath his balls, cradling them with her hand as her lips glided down over the helmet-shaped head, taking it into her warm, wet mouth.

Kyesha was already a very accomplished cocksucker for her age, considering it preferable to fucking and finding that most of her clients wanted it, probably because their wives wouldn’t do it. Women are so stupid, she thought. Soon she was slurping noisily on his shaft, bathing it with her saliva and taking it all the way back into her throat. Her full lips descended all the way to the base of his cock, pressing against him as she seemed to swallow the head, almost gagging on it. She parted her lips with his cock still stuck deep in her throat, and was able to extend her tongue and tease his balls with it for a few moments. Then her head began to bob, and he moaned as she nursed hungrily on his cock. He raised his glass of Jack Daniels and drank what was left of it, while his other hand drifted down to her hair, which was pulled back tightly. Grabbing the knot of her short ponytail., he stood up straight and began to saw his cock in and out of her willing mouth, slowly fucking it. “Ohhh, jeezus, that’s it, suck my dick, baby.”

“Mmm-hmmm…” she said, teasing and coaxing his balls with her long fingernails, hungry for her reward. Too soon, Jonathan found himself unable to control the building pressure in his balls, aroused to the bursting point by the vision of this teenage black whore sucking his cock and loving every second of it. He stopped fighting it and groaned, his balls contracting and unleashing a torrent of hot come into her eager mouth in heavy, thick spurts. Kyesha fondled and squeezed his balls, coaxing pulse after pulse of semen to erupt into her welcoming mouth, her full lips pursed tightly, not letting any of it escape.

Finally, Jonathan was done, and Kyesha slid her lips back up over the head of his flagging cock. She smiled up at him, showing him his white come pooled on her tongue, and then swallowed it as he watched. “Yummy!” she said, licking a stray droplet of semen from her lower lip. She tucked his cock back into his pants and stood up, picking up the money from the counter. “Thanks, sweetie,” she said, smiling. “Tell your friends out there that I’m available.” She pulled her red lip gloss from a pocket on her uniform and refreshed it as he watched Then she unlocked the bathroom door, looked out to make sure the coast was clear, and walked out into the corridor to resume her duties, leaving Jonathan with a dazed look on his face.

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Lester arrived at the party at about 8:00, greeted by Meg at the door. “Hi Lester, I’m glad you could come!” she said. Lester stared at the voluptuous redhead’s big tits beneath the sheer dress, and his cock gave an involuntary lurch in his pants. Jeezus, he had forgotton how fucking gorgeous she was! Thoughts of Holly temporarily fled his brain as he drank in Meg’s magnificent body. “I wouldn’t miss it, Meg,” he replied, staring pointedly. “Your donations to the drama program have been very generous.” His interest in her body was not lost on Meg, and she quickly made up her mind to satisfy her curiosity about Lester, and about black men in general. She reached out and took his hand, guiding it to her left breast, letting the backs of his fingers rub against her nipple through the dress. “Meet me in half-an-hour, in my bedroom,” she whispered quickly. “Turn right at the top of the stairs, last door.” Then, without another word, she eased away from him and disappeared in the crowd of guests.

Lester stared after her, thinking about sinking his throbbing cock into the wealthy widow’s neglected cunt, and then wandered off in search of a drink. He found it, in the form of Suzi, a slim 15-year-old Vietnamese girl and a classmate of Esperanza’s, who took his order and headed for the bar. Lester couldn’t help but admire Suzi’s cute little ass as she walked away. She had starred last year in the “Miss Saigon” production, and Lester had always found the girl attractive, but seeing her in that uniform made him consider her in a whole new light. He wasn’t normally the kind of guy who would screw his students, knowing the kind of perils that kind of thing presented for a teacher, especially a black one, but oh, to fuck that sweet little nymphette!

Suzi quickly returned with his drink, and he took the opportunity to tell her she looked terrific in her uniform. Suzi blushed and thanked him. She didn’t realize at that moment that she had another admirer, one that was more inclined than Lester was to act on his interest in her.

Vance Johnson had met Suzi a few minutes earlier at the bar. A veteran of the Vietnam war, Vance had long ago developed a taste for the young Vietnamese girls who had frequented the GI bars in Saigon, most of whom were hookers. Now he was a successful businessman who had made a fortune in real estate, and was free to indulge his preferences when it came to sex. Money could buy anything, he knew. And with a little luck, it would buy Suzi’s tight, teenage pussy.

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Michael found himself talking to Midge Frederick, in the room where she was admiring Esperanza’s portrait, not yet having associated it with the girl who had just taken her drink order. Midge was a tall, willowy 25-year-old blonde socialite, a former lingerie model, fortunate enough to have attracted the attention of a very wealthy man. Sam Frederick was in his 80s, unable to satisfy her prodigious sexual needs, or even try, for that matter. Midge was just waiting around for him to die so that she could inherit his megabucks and be truly free. In the meantime, she was a regular on the local party circuit, usually, as tonight, coming to them alone.

“It’s such an erotic pose,” she was saying to Michael as she gazed at the picture. “Such a young girl, but there’s a sensuality about her expression that belies her youth. In fact, she looks for all the world like she’s just been made love to. It’s amazing how you were able to capture that.”

Michael stared at Midge, surprised at how frankly she was speaking to him. “You can do wonders with the right model,” he said, and started to turn the conversation to his post-impressionist role models. At that moment, Esperanza found them, carrying her drink tray. She walked up to them, and Midge looked closely at her as she took her cocktail from the tray, then back at the picture. Esperanza glanced at the painting, and turned quickly back to Midge, her face flushed.

“Thank you,” said Midge, her eyes widening with sudden recognition.

“De nada, senora,” said Esperanza, quickly turning to flee the room.

Midge turned to Michael accusingly. “It’s her!” A hint of a smile curled the sides of her lips.

Michael nodded slowly, unable to supress a grin. “She’s one of my wife’s students.”

Midge giggled suggestively. “And all you did was get her to take off her clothes, and then you painted her portrait, right?”

“Of course!” replied Michael, with a straight face.

Midge wasn’t fooled, not having been born yesterday. She laughed again, and then her expression became serious. She leaned close to Michael, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, accentuating each syllable. “Michael, trust me, I don’t care if you fuck your models, even the teenage ones.” The way she said ‘fuck’ caused Michael’s cock to lurch powerfully in his pants. Midge reached down and closed her fingers around it, stroking it slowly. “Look, I’m absolutely dying for a stiff cock. What do you say we find a nice private spot and have ourselves a quickie.”

Michael hesitated. He had been hoping for an opportunity to get Meg alone, and maybe Esperanza too. Both of them, however, were busy with their respective duties at the party. Midge, on the other hand, was available, a bird in the hand, so to speak, and she was certainly eminently fuckable. He nodded his head, and led her out of the room and down a long hallway, trying doors.

They soon found themselves in a dark garage, where several gleaming vehicles were parked.