Carved Perfection
Starring: Kara Del Toro
Themes: Romance, Art
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This story was written for my good friend Angry Dutchman as a
Patreon request.
Miami, FloridaWhite blades from the ceiling moved at such a speed that they became a blur. Across the room was a standing fan with its fins hidden in a white metal cage. Windows on both sides of the room were covered by black mini-blinds and curtains to block out the heat from invading the room. It didn't make much of a difference in mid-July, near the height of summer in Florida. The weather wasn't enough to pull the curtains and blinds back when proper lighting was required in the room. A board hung from the wall to the south, with a wooden table facing it. Several tools sat there that weren't hanging on the wall. In the middle of the room was a standing slab of white marble. The shape cast a shadow in the direction of an old wooden chair and stool. The black leather cushion on the chair had creases and cracks, wearing out the seat.
Life had been a journey of ups and downs for Rick. At thirty-three years old, his expectations of success had changed. He had what he wanted in life with a job that kept him from leaving his comfortable home in Coconut Grove. His life had become a small world after moving to Florida and taking contracts from private collectors. His talent for carving slabs of marble into fine art paid off with the money he earned per sale of fine art. In exchange for this, he didn't have much of a social life or any ongoing relationships. Most of his days were spent alone in his massive home which would've been ideal to start a family with. Many of the rooms were unoccupied, leading his parents and older brother to remark about the waste of money on his mortgage. They believed he chose the home in hopes of finding the right woman and settling down. Rick didn't even bother trying to explain to them the pride he had in living in Miami.
It was the fall of 2019 when he first moved to Florida. Five years flew by, with the number of art pieces he crafted rising in the dozens. Furniture in the form of tables, counters, and desks were easy to sell to boutique shops and buyers with deep pockets. The sales alone were enough to make up for the costs of buying marble for future projects. Rick's real passion for designing came in the form of statues. He had sculpted seven of them based on real people, all except one, which sold to private investors. A statue was of great importance to Rick. It was his preference to sculpt something that immortalized the human body. Long before his move to Florida, he spent sleepless nights chiseling away at solid stones from his parents garage in Wisconsin. The uncomfortable winters and snowy nights became a distant memory after just one year away from home.
He reached the point of loving Florida during the pandemic. At the time, Rick had an agent who put him in contact with dealers willing to pay large sums of money for his work. With some free time, he sculpted a piece of art based on several photos of Greek statues. The only thing Rick needed was enough photos to map out the dimensions and shapes. Before he started carving art, he had an eye for details from years of sketching with pencils. Of the many statues he worked on, all but one had sold. Rick kept a close inner circle with his agent, lawyer, and older sister. The trio were the closest thing he had to any kind of friends and social life, despite the commitment of family and business interests. His sister lived in Milwaukee, often reminding him of what a simple life he left behind. It was worth chatting with her regularly since he didn't remind him of how crazy he was to isolate himself with work.
In spite of their shared trust, Rick did not tell her the details of his last sale which went wrong. If not for the covered windows, he would've been gazing at the statue as a quiet reminder. A businessman with no record online contacted him last year to make a deal for four hundred thousand dollars. It was the first time in his life that he was paid in cash. Fresh hundred dollar bills in stacks contained within two black leather briefcases. The cleanest money was a sign of how dirty his new client was. Most people in his life would've said no to a deal with someone who didn't use paperwork to file a deal. Rick took the chance, just because the payout was worth it. The man wanted a statue of his wife in a dress and crown. The down payment was only a fraction. One hundred thousand dollars still sitting mostly untouched in the briefcases. Rick spent a month carving the statue, only for his client to suffer an unfortunate fate out of the blue.
A heart attack prevented him from completing the transaction. Something he never saw coming put a stop to what would've been solid earnings. Rick tried to sell the statue to the man's widow, only to be rejected immediately. As the weeks went by, he felt burned out in disappointment. He tried to relieve his stress by getting out of the house and bicycling. That was cut short after he was clipped by a passing car and ran into a ditch. Rick suffered an injury to his right shoulder, along with cuts and bruises on his arms and chest. The pain hindered his sleeping routine for several days. As he sat down looking at the marble slab, it was a constant reminder of his recent string of bad luck. It would be foolish to try and work with a strained shoulder, yet Rick felt he needed to do something. The longer he sat around doing nothing, the more he worried his productive drive would slip. He had no hobbies besides watching baseball and surfing the internet late at night.
Rising up from the chair, he stretched out his left arm. A wave was forming at the top of his brown hair after going a month without being cut. He figured he could go a few more weeks before a trip to the barber was needed. A five o'clock shadow covered his face with tiny black hairs. His eyes were a shade of blue, sticking out from his hair and slight beard. Rick knew he had an average body that was nothing worth admiring. Nothing like the models on social media sites he spent his time viewing online. Last night had an especially long evening spent scrolling through pages of old jazz albums. Music without words kept his mind moving without having to think about much. Rick took a liking to hearing jazz and classical music when he was sculpting. Many years ago, he used headphones and an iPod to hear pop songs while drawing. His musical tastes evolved with age, leading him to spend a fair amount of money accumulating a vinyl collection that would've made most snobs blush.
The air conditioner was running in the house, only making some difference upstairs. Rick was relieved to leave his little studio room. Every window in the house was covered to block out the heat. He went back upstairs and put on Herbie Hancock's The Prisoner album on the vinyl player. The surround sound system could be heard throughout the house. He had a separate record player outside of his sculpting room, with other vinyls sitting near a table. It didn't matter what was playing, Rick just wanted to disturb the silence with something. He sat down in front of his computer and pulled up Instagram. The first thing he always did was check his own profile for potential clients. Every now and then, he got a message from someone about his art. Most of the posts he put up were of his statues and previous art, using social media solely to spread his name online.
No new messages or followers today. That was typical, since he had not posted in some time. Rick scrolled down the page, browsing the recent photos posted by models and influencers he was following. Nothing caught his eye to make him click on anything. Off to the right side of the page were the recommended profiles supplied by the algorithm. A name in bold caps caught his eye with the username Karajewelll. Upon clicking her name, he felt his blood pressure surging as he discovered Kara Del Toro. Rick's lower lip fell as he looked at the first three photos on her page. All of them showed a female figure with tanned skin, brown eyes, and dirty blonde hair that fit her angelic face. Scrolling down, his eyes were met with several photos in bikinis. His first impression was that she had to be a swimsuit model. Why had he never seen her before in an issue of Sports Illustrated? He quit scrolling and clicked pictures to get a better view of her beauty.
What he was looking at was not a mere woman. This was a goddess. He decided on that fact within minutes of studying her photos. Each and every one of them had Rick clicking on the next one. Her body was athletically toned, with curves in all the right places. The back shots revealed a plump ass, but more so, Rick was impressed with her bust. They had to be a D cup, he thought to himself. Her facial expressions gave a sense of confidence, like she knew her looks would captivate men like him. Without realizing it, drool formed from his open mouth and spilled from the left corner of his lips. Rick wiped his mouth, still staring at his computer monitor. It was by mere coincidence he saw this woman when he was thinking of sculpting again. The more he looked at her photos, the more confidence he gained that he could carve a new statue. What would be more deserving than the figure of a goddess?
Some men acted irrationally when they were motivated by pure emotion. Rick didn't stop and think about what he was doing when he clicked the message button and began typing at his keyboard. The first thought that ran through his mind was to offer a deal. Her beauty needed to be immortalized in the physical form beyond mere photographs. He didn't stop and think as his fingertips flew across the keys, typing out a long message. Only toward the end did Rick consider his offer. Two hundred thousand dollars in cash would be suffice, he figured. It was the only thing he gave serious thought to before pressing the enter key to send the message. Rick smiled to himself and then went back to her profile to look at more pictures. It didn't hit him at first that he had just written her an offer that would sound completely unrealistic to the average person.
Was it a mistake to act out of emotion? The doubts crept into his mind in the following hour as he was still looking at her photos. Rick decided to search her name online, figuring that she had to be a famous model. He took his time reading the details of her career but was disappointed to learn his assumptions were not correct. For whatever reason, she was not well known outside of swimwear modeling. There was no glorious Sports Illustrated cover or major endorsement deals to put her in the public eye. The one thing he did learn that caught his eye was that she was based in Miami. The local fashion scene was thriving with big names, so maybe there was hope from there that she would break out some day. One way or another, he was determined to get her approval to carve a statue in her figure. In the back of his mind, second thoughts were starting to surface. Rick kept them at bay, not giving in to the fears and doubts.
In the following hours, he waited for a response. The remainder of his day was spent looking at her photos. Rick was already thinking ahead of the dimensions and measures of her body that would be needed for carving. He had various ways of following photos and using geometry to calculate the finer details. By the time the night hours rolled in, Rick became concerned that she had not replied to his message. He went back to her profile and saw an email address for business inquiries. Maybe that was his ticket to speaking with her. He penned a long email and attached photos taken from his Instagram account. To go one step further, he left his phone number at the end of the message and signed it with his full name. Maybe that would be enough to get her attention in the next few days. One way or another, Rick felt determined in this newfound high. He finally found his next project, or so he believed.
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1 DAY LATER
In the morning hours, Rick sat in his kitchen, sighing as he gazed at his white coffee cup. Now that the emotions were beginning to wear off, he was left wondering if he made a mistake. After a shower, he did not think to go check his Instagram or email accounts. The doubt he managed to contain yesterday was unable to be held at bay. 'What the fuck did I just do?' he asked himself. It was a risk to email a model out of the blue the way he did without any legal representation. The only sense of agency he had was for himself and his own word. Rick grabbed the cup of coffee with both hands and took a big sip when his cellphone started to ring. He sat down the cup and grabbed his phone, gazing at the lit-up screen. The phone number was a Miami-Dade area code, so it could've been anyone. Swiping the screen with his fingers, he answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hello, am I speaking with Mr. Rick Adams?"
A female voice was on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, that's me."
"This is Kara Del Toro. I'm calling about the email you wrote me yesterday."
His heartbeat raised, blood pressure rising as he realized it was her. Swallowing his breath, he nervously replied.
"Oh! Right, I wasn't expecting you to call so early."
"Early? It's almost eleven o'clock. I take it that you're a night bird."
She laughed, making him blush.
"Right now I am. The daytime heat has been a little too much lately."
"That's true. You should see the temperatures in Vegas where I just got back from. It's so hot there, I bet you could fry an egg on the pavement."
Kara's giggled, continuing her speech.
"I've been looking at your work. Very impressive, I must say."
"Thank you."
"I would like to see some of your art in person, if you don't mind. Do you have a studio or an exhibit somewhere that I can go see?"
"I don't. Most of my work gets bought by private sellers. I've made some tables and other stuff that I've sold to boutique shops. I couldn't tell you if they were bought or not."
"That's nice. I designed a table out of marble some time ago. I should send you pics, maybe you'll like my style."
"Sure, I'd love to see it."
"I'm flattered that you want to make a statue based on me. This might make me sound a little selfish, but I like to think my body should be used for a statue."
A bold statement spoken with a high level of confidence. Rick was impressed to hear her talk about this like herself.
"That's why I wrote you that email. I haven't been able to carve anything out in quite some time. When I saw your pictures, it gave me some kind of spark that I haven't felt in a while."
"You needed some inspiration?"
"Yeah. I haven't had any new clients in a while, so it's been a clean slate. I have a brand new slab of marble just sitting in my work room collecting dust."
"Your offer in cash is the most unusual thing. Is there a reason why you don't pay with a check?"
"It's a long story, but I'm willing to tell you later if you want. Normally, I would write a check. You said you wanted to see some of my art. I do have one statue outside that hasn't been sold that I can show you."
"I assume this is from your home?"
"Yeah, I work at home."
There was a pause in their discussion before Kara responded.
"Text me your address, and I'll come over for a visit when you're ready."
She hung up before he could say goodbye. Rick exhaled a sigh, thinking of his first impressions of her. From the tone of her voice and her choice of words, Rick found her to be bold. A woman like that had no fear inside her. He swallowed his breath and took a deep breath, thinking for a moment how he would greet her in person. The first order was that he needed to shave his face and put on some better clothes. Now was not the time to lounge around in gym shorts and a muscle shirt. When he made it upstairs, Rick started to feel slightly nervous. He reassured himself that he wanted this bad enough, he couldn't screw it up by saying the wrong thing.
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1 HOUR LATER
The arrival of Kara Del Toro to Rick's residence was met with a silver Audi pulling into the driveway. It stopped in front of his closed garage. The engine shut off, and both doors opened. A man in a black suit stepped out, sunglasses covering his eyes and a shiny gold watch on his left wrist. Kara exited the car next, wearing her own sunglasses with a white frame. A white crop top and denim blue jeans completed her outfit. The top was almost too small, revealing a line of her tanned skin and belly button below. The top had straps on the shoulders, displaying her heavy cleavage below. Rick stood at the doorstep to greet her. He put on a pair of white slacks and a blue polo shirt to make up for his lazy appearance earlier. Kara made eye contact with him as she walked over and introduced herself. The man was her bodyguard and part-time driver, by her own admission.
Rick welcomed them into his dark home. Kara took a few glances around, making small chats about the weather and her busy traveling schedule. He considered asking her questions regarding her modeling career, but maybe now was not the appropriate time for a long discussion. Kara made it clear early in their talks that she wanted to see his work with her own eyes. Rick led her and the bodyguard out to his tiny garden area, where she could see his last piece of work. He watched her eyes scan over the statue. The first thing Kara did was comment on how the fine art was sitting outside to be abused by the elements. A green stain had formed on the dress of the female figure. Rick didn't deny that he had went without properly caring for the statue. He left it outside after it went unsold. Kara ran her hands across the statue, feeling the finer details in the curves and small areas she could slip her fingers into.
"If I get a statue made of me, it's going to be taken care of a lot better than this."
"Don't worry, it won't be left outside. I have a studio where I do all my work."
He felt the need to reassure her, just in case this changed her mind. Rick led them back inside, where Kara took off her sunglasses when he offered her and the man a drink. Her bodyguard refused while she accepted a bottle of water from the fridge.
"I take it that you live here all by yourself."
"Yeah."
"This is a huge house to be alone in."
"You aren't the first person to tell me that."
"Don't worry. I know the feeling. I don't live with anyone myself except the bodyguards I pay."
It was a short talk, but Rick found it interesting that she was trying to learn more about him. After they had a drink in the kitchen, he welcomed Kara to see his studio room. Along the way, he realized that he had never brought anyone into his private room before. All of his previous clients sent a series of photographs for him to use and left him to work. Kara stepped through the door after him and glanced around. Her eyes immediately went to the large marble slab in the middle of the room.
"So this is where you make magic happen?"
"I guess you could call it magic. I see it more as craftwork."
"What else is there to call it?"
She smirked, teasing him as her left hand ran across the smooth surface of the white pillar.
"I take it that you spend a lot of time in here."
"I do."
"It must be lonely."
"It is, but no one has ever asked to watch me. I imagine to most people it's as boring as watching paint dry."
Kara laughed at his remark, shaking her head.
"Believe me, it could be worse. You haven't had to stand in front of backdrops and make the same poses repeatedly because the photographer is a moron. What you do cannot be anymore boring than that."
Rick blushed, trying not to laugh. She stepped around the marble pillar and looked at his table of tools. His eyes glanced behind her, checking out her fine toned buttocks. The jeans she wore hugged every curve in the right places. Kara undoubtedly caught his wandering gaze, but she didn't turn to confront him.
"Say Rick, are you a drug dealer?"
"What?"
Turning to look at his face, she raised an eyebrow. Kara seemed satisfied with catching him off guard like this.
"I think you heard me just fine. Are you a doper around the block?"
"No! What makes you think that?"
"I've been trying to figure out why else you would want to pay me in cash. This is the one thing I can't make my mind up about. It's just odd. A guy like you should have an accountant or someone to handle your money."
"I have an agent, and usually I do write out a check. You're right in finding it odd. This is a pretty strange circumstance. You see... my last client is who paid me in cash. The statue you saw outside was for him. It was based on his wife. He printed me out a ton of photos and said he wanted her wearing a crown, like a queen."
She nodded while listening to him. Rick carried on.
"I don't deal drugs, but that guy might have. He paid me half in cash and was supposed to pay me the rest after I was done. That's the money I was offering you."
"So what happened? He didn't care for your work?"
Rick shook his head before responding.
"No, he died. Just dropped dead from a heart attack. His wife didn't want the statue."
Kara smiled and then raised her eyebrows. She appeared shocked by his tale.
"Wow, that's crazy. I don't know what to say. This might sound rude of me, but are you sure someone didn't poison him?"
"Hell if I know. He offered me four hundred thousand dollars. Hard to say no to that kind of money. No one had ever paid me in cash before. Have you ever seen briefcases full of money before?"
Shaking her head again, Kara smiled.
"And you want to pay me with that?"
"Yep. It's easier than writing a check."
"That's a lot of money. Much more than I get paid on contract for even the clothing lines I model in."
"Is it too much money?"
He teased with a smirk. She laughed, shaking her head.
"No! It's not that! I just have to wonder, why would you want to hand me off cash? Is it dirty money?"
Rick shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know where it came from. I've made speculations, but I've never been curious enough to search his name online or anything like that. I guess you can say I'm scared to know who I was dealing with."
"That's understandable. But how do you know it's not dirty money?"
"I don't know at all. I guess it could be. I've thought about that myself."
Listening to him, she let out a sigh. Rick became concerned she was going to back out of the deal at the last minute since he couldn't explain where the money came from. He couldn't blame her for being concerned, since he had been thinking the same thing since he got stuck with the money to begin with.
"If you don't want the money, I guess I can deposit it and write you a check."
Kara shook her head.
"No, that's fine. I'll deposit it myself next time I'm in L.A."
"So I take it we have a deal then?"
Giggling at his question, she smiled, flashing her full teeth.
"Yes, we have a deal. I just find it funny that you would give me all this cash to make a statue. What's in it for you, Rick? Don't tell me this is just for the sake of your hobby."
"Well, it's hard to explain. I've been stuck unable to find a new project. When I saw your pictures, I couldn't help it. Something went off in my brain telling me I needed to make something to immortalize you."
Looking her directly in the eyes, he continued on.
"You're like a Greek goddess. I've never seen another woman who looks like you."
She placed a hand on her hip, smirking pridefully.
"That was in your email, you know? You made sure to call me a Greek goddess four times. I counted."
"Now it's five."
"Yes, five now. So tell me, how did you plan on sculpting me?"
"I wasn't sure. I was going to let you decide."
"Oh, really? I'm pretty sure most Greek statues were nude. A goddess doesn't wear clothes, does she?"
His lower lip fell in shock as Rick swallowed his breath. Did he hear her correctly? She couldn't possibly be suggesting to model without clothes for this project.
"Are you saying you don't want the carving to have clothes?"
Kara rolled her eyes and started laughing.
"Don't tell me you haven't looked at me and thought about seeing me naked. I figured this was why you would offer me such a ridiculous amount of money in the first place."
"I usually work from pictures. People give me a set of photos, and I spend a few days calculating dimensions in graphs to figure it out."
"Don't worry about that. I'll get you some pictures, but I think I need to help you. I'm sure you won't mind me coming over and posing so you can get all the finer details in."
She stared into his eyes, almost as if she were expecting him to say no. Rick knew better than to disagree. He nodded in time for Kara to speak again.
"Do you think you can begin tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"What time?"
"I don't know. Maybe after ten?"
"I'll be over by then. I'll email you a bulk of photos some time later today. Something like a hundred or so. You can go through them and pick whatever you want and then tomorrow we can discuss what you've come up with."
Rick agreed to her terms, knowing he was just lucky enough to have her accept his offer to begin with. It was even better knowing she wanted to be a live model for his work. It wouldn't work in a matter of days, so he had to believe Kara had a plan for the pose of the statue. He was aware of how long it would take to complete such a daunting task. Their meeting ended with him handing off both briefcases of cash to her. Rick tried to strike up another conversation in regards to the pose she wanted for the statue. Kara told him not to worry and that she would have her own ideas tomorrow. She told him multiple times to expect to hear from her sometime in the morning. Rick's last sight of Kara was watching her step out the front door, hands clutching the black briefcases, looking like a woman who just scored a major drug deal. It made their discussion about the money more amusing to him.
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1 DAY LATER
"There's only three buttons. You can zoom in and out with the little triangle ones. Remember, the button to snap is the top one."
Kara's voice echoed from the distance. She stood in the center of a brightly lit room in Rick's mansion. Two bodyguards were stationed outside the room as she made Rick stand behind a professional camera mounted on a tripod. The camera zoomed in to capture her figure in a white robe. Kara waited until she heard the clicking of the button, and then she dropped her robe to stand nude. Her body was on full display, legs spread to reveal the shape of her figure and all curves. Kara stood proudly, showing everything without any fear whatsoever. Rick zoomed in on the camera and began snapping several photos, beginning with her stomach and trailing down to capture the sight of her shaved pussy. There was no better place to begin as he snapped more pictures and trailed down her legs.
"You know you can dismount the camera and come a little closer."
"You don't mind if I do that?"
"I just said you could."
She was quick to remind him with that reply. Rick grabbed the camera with one hand, carefully lifting it from the tripod. He stepped closer while still gazing at her perfect figure through the small lens for one eye. She raised her arms, spreading them out in case he wanted to focus on her muscles. Rick looked at her breasts and immediately pressed the button, taking two photos from up front. He stepped to his left and took a side photo, then did the same from the other side. Kara's eyes followed his every move until he stepped behind her. The clicking of the camera was heard as he took a few pictures of her bum. Kara turned slightly, assisting him in taking side shots.
"Can these photos come out in black and white?"
"They sure can. I can get them for you in color or black and white. It's up to you."
A purr in her voice came out, making her few words sound seductive in the low tone. Rick was quite fascinated by how easily she dropped the robe and stood naked in front of a stranger. They had only met a day ago, yet she seemed to trust him more than he would've expected. Kara turned around to face him in time for Rick to lower the camera and zoom in on her feet.
"Last pics. I need to make sure I have your feet good."
After snapping the photos, he raised his head and smiled at her. Kara's eyes glanced down, noticing a bulge in the front of his shorts. She raised an eyebrow, grinning smugly at the sight of his clothed erection. Kara walked by, quietly strutting her hips in pride of the effect she had on the man. Rick thought she would say something, but for her, there were no words needed. So far he had managed to control himself, but would he last in the following days? Maybe that was what she was thinking about. Rick could only guess that she was pleased to know how easily he could be turned on.
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2 DAYS LATER
Sunlight poured into the room, brightening every corner and bringing in a level of unwanted heat. The rising temperature was the consequence of using this small room, but the extra lighting made all the difference. Across the room were three rows of black and white printed photographs, tacked in lines of five each. Every photo Rick needed to create a timeless masterpiece was there. The floor was covered with chips and pieces of marble. A wooden step stool was nearby on the left side of the block. Across from the block was a box fan turned on to the highest setting. Behind him was the table with spare tools and an open notebook. Graph paper with black ink covered the lines in scribbles with math equations and other notes. Outside the room, the record player had stopped on side A of Miles Davis' classic album Seven Steps To Heaven.
Beads of sweat formed across Rick's forehead. His shirt lay across the chair. His knees had been touching the floor long enough to develop red marks on them. A familiar feeling of pain in his shoulder was felt yesterday when he began carving. The tension didn't matter to him now, as he found his element of escape. Nothing in his life bothered him as he carefully slid the carbide chipper into a crack. The muscle pains came and went as he carefully grinded small details into what would be the left leg. Rick had started at the top yesterday, carving out the head, arms, and chest. There was still much work to be done with chiseling out the arms and legs from the block itself. Sitting on the floor next to Rick was his round hammer. His main tool of choice with cracking pieces of the marble square. The round metal made it easier to roll over the hard surface and find the places he needed to grind out for better details.
The fan gave the only sounds in the room after the record stopped playing. Rick was too focused to step out and flip the vinyl to the other side, so he left it idle. Rick became lost in his mind as he studied the left leg, looking over the places he needed to carve better details. His plan was to start from there and work his way to her thighs and then carve out her stomach. After that would make a good opportunity to finish chiseling out the figure itself. He was saving the hair for last, since that required a different set of tools to run lines through. The photos gave him enough to go by in terms of how he would style her hair, but it was the least of his concerns right now. Outside the room, Rick thought he heard a banging sound. Whatever it was, the sound was suppressed by the fan. He set down the chipper tool and pressed his index finger into the crack, feeling the deepness when another sound was heard, diverting his attention as the door swung open.
"Where's my Michelangelo?"
Rick heard Kara's voice and gasped, feeling his blood pressure soar.
"Oh shit, it's you."
He climbed up from his knees to see her standing in the doorway. Kara was dressed in a white tank top with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, and her cleavage nearly spilling out. Her stomach was exposed, revealing her belly button above a pair of denim blue jeans.
"Sorry to scare you. I see you're hard at work."
"Do you always just invite yourself into someone's house?"
"You left your front door unlocked. Besides, I knocked three times. I guess you didn't hear me."
"No, I've been busy."
Kara giggled as she stepped through the doorway.
"I see that."
Her eyes scanned across the crude marble block. Rick noticed her toes visible in a pair of short, slip-on heels. She carefully stepped around to see the statue from where he was.
"Looks like you've been working hard."
"I have, but I'm nowhere close to being finished."
She turned, smirking at him as she placed one hand on her hip. Rick's mind was in other places, making it difficult for him to focus on her face. Kara caught his eyes gazing at her cleavage. She flashed her teeth in a grin before stepping away from the block.
"So what brings you out here? Are you just checking up on me?"
"Yes, I'm checking on you and your future work of art."
Her eyes shifted down to his shorts, noticing the bulge that was not unlike the one she witnessed a few days ago. Kara bit her lower lip, making sure he saw where her eyes were fixated before she gazed at his face again.
"I guess you don't need any extra motivation to finish the project. At the rate you're going, I think you'll be finished in a week, if not more than ten days."
Rick blushed, trying not to smirk as he was unsure what to say.
"Look at you. You're all hot and sweaty. How long have you been working?"
Kara's voice was low, almost in a whisper.
"I got started at sunrise before it could get too hot."
"I think you're due for a break."
She swiped her right hand across his chest. Her touch brought a cool breeze to his soaked skin. Kara gazed into his eyes, giving another subtle smirk.
"Can I ask you something, Rick?"
"What's on your mind, Kara?"
Her palm slid forward until her index finger was below his neck. She broke eye contact to glance down at the front of his shorts. The bulge was growing, looking as if it were about to pop out of his shorts at any second now. She hesitated, waiting a few precious seconds before asking the question.
"Do you imagine seeing me covered in sweat?"
Biting her lower lip, she slid her finger back down, caressing his skin. Rick exhaled a deep breath. He felt a slight tension of nervousness surfacing within him. Had he not been working for hours, the thoughts would've overwhelmed his mind. Rather than acting awkward, he was fearless in this moment.
"I imagine seeing you covered in something else besides sweat. Something that's hot and sticky."
Kara raised an eyebrow at him as she moved her hand away. She stepped back and grabbed the front of his shorts, eager to make the first move. Rick wanted to beat her to that moment. He reached for her face, cupping it with both hands and moving in to kiss her. As he closed his eyes, he tasted her lips and felt her breasts pressing against his sweaty body. Kara's tongue slipped past his lips, giving him a taste of tenderness before pulling away. His eyes locked on her deep brown hues as Kara tugged his shorts and underwear down at the same time. She glanced down to see his erect dick bouncing free. Rick stepped out of his shorts and underwear as she wrapped her right hand fingers around his cock. Kara wanted it and didn't ask before taking his cock as if she owned it.
"You've already seen me naked, now I get to see you without any clothes on."
A seductive flair was heard with every last word she uttered in that low voice. Why did she want him? It didn't seem to be out of love. Rick wished he had the answer to that question but didn't want to interrupt her train of thought as she squeezed his cock.
"I bet you've been hard for me all day. Probably all night and the days before too."
Her hand slid back and forth, jerking his cock as their eyes connected again. Since Rick didn't instantly reply to her, Kara continued speaking.
"I imagined that when you wrote me that long email, this is what you were doing with yourself. Don't even try to deny it. You went to bed that night thinking about me and only me."
She stopped stroking his shaft and unwrapped her fingers. Rick breathed deeply, searching for the right words in his mind. Kara pulled her top over her head, exposing the view of a white bra holding her breasts together.
"Come on, I'll show you to the bedroom. It's not as hot upstairs."
Tossing the piece of clothing to the floor, Kara shook her head at him.
"I don't want to be taken to a bed. We can do this right here, right now. If you can work in a place where it's hot as hell, I'm sure you'll manage just fine with me."
He should've asked her the real question. Why was she making these moves on him? Rick was curious, but he didn't want to blow this chance. Something about him was good enough to attract her. Perhaps it was best left unanswered. Kara pressed a button in the middle of her bra, undoing it. She peeled it off her body, letting her tits sway in the air until Rick placed his palms against them. As he squeezed her breasts, she purred softly.
"You've seen them before, but now you get to feel them. How are they?"
"Nice and soft."
"Typical man without much else to say."
Kara grinned, flashing her teeth as she unbuttoned her pants. She kicked off her short heels before pushing her pants down to reveal a white thong hiding her pussy. Once she was out of her pants, she locked eye contact with Rick and pushed her thong down. He had already witnessed her glorious womanhood. Freshly shaved, just as it appeared days ago. Rick moved to his chair. The wooden stool he previously used for propping his foot was close by. Kara fell to her knees without saying a word. No talking was needed between them as their bodies spoke to each other. She moved between his legs and grabbed his cock again. In that brief moment, Rick felt as if a goddess was bowing before him, eager to give him the oral pleasures of a lifetime. He wanted to call her beautiful, but there was no need to break this silence.
Her breathing was heard over the loud fan. Rick studied her big brown eyes as Kara twisted all ten of her fingers around his cock. She used both hands to slowly stroke him to full length and hardness. Before she stopped, Kara squeezed it hard. She moved her left hand away, using it to grasp at his sweaty balls below. Rick exhaled a deep breath when he felt her palm rolling his nuts. Kara's big brown eyes were still focused on him as she parted her lips and hovered his cock directly below her chin. He could feel the hot air of her breath blowing across the head as she shoved her right hand fingers down to the base. The anticipation of this moment was enough to raise the temperature in the room higher than the heat outside. Kara finally broke her gaze with his eyes to replace her sights with his cock. She parted her lips and slid it into her mouth.
'Mmmmmm,' the muffled sound of her voice made Rick swallow his breath. Kara pushed her lips down several inches, tasting his shaft as she enveloped her lips around it. He watched her cheeks hollow out as she began the oral assault on his dick. Once again, her dark eyes gazed up at him. Kara's lips bobbed up and down, slobbering her way around his cock before she abruptly stopped. She extracted his pole from her mouth and spit on the head. Rick took a deep breath as she started stroking his cock again. The silence was not interrupted by any words, but for a moment he expected Kara to utter something. But she didn't say a word. Her hand glided across his cock at a slow pace as she lowered her head. The next thing Rick felt was her tongue lashing across his nut sack. He bit his lower lip, trying to prevent himself from moaning.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah..."
Disturbing the quietness of the room came with a price. Kara pushed his balls into her mouth, sucking them loudly. The noises her lips made were heard louder than the fan.
"Fuck!"
As Rick yelled, she began stroking his cock. Her fingers pumped up and down while Kara licked his balls. She stopped after a few seconds and raised her head, looking at him with the same smirk she had earlier.
"You've got big balls. I think they need to be drained, but not yet. I'm gonna have my fun with you."
She enveloped her lips around the head as her fingers quit moving. Kara closed her eyes upon pushing his dick further into her mouth.
"Suck it, baby! Ohhhhhh, yeah!"
His words were nearly a cry in the way he spoke. Rick couldn't believe this goddess of a woman was blowing him. Kara pressed her hands onto his legs, poking her fingernails into his skin as she bobbed her head up and down. She sucked loudly, creating a chorus of slobbering sounds. He patted her on the back of the head in hopes of encouraging her to continue devouring his shaft by the inch. Kara opened her eyes as she pushed it to the back of her throat. Her lips buried in his bush of pubic hair. Rick grunted in response to her deepthroating skills. She gagged lightly before pulling her lips back to the head and releasing it with a loud pop.
"Mmmmmmm, you're so fucking hard for me.
Kara grabbed hold with her right hand as a string of drool dangled from her lower lip back to the head of his shaft. It broke when she pulled away, only to spit a thick wad onto the head. The sound of his groans made her chuckle under her breath. Kara shoved his cock into her mouth again. She moved her hands underneath his legs in a place where he could not see. Where her hands went to were of no concern to Rick. He focused on the feeling of his cock moving in her mouth. He could feel Kara's tongue slathering it from within. A strand of hair moved in front of her face, causing her to swipe it away with her right hand. She closed her eyes, concentrating as she worked her lips up and down.
"GWAK-GWAH-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!"
Slobbering and gagging noises became louder with each passing second. Rick took deep breaths, wondering just how long he had to go before she worked him into an orgasm. So far, he had been enjoying this without considering how close he was to an orgasm. Kara stopped sucking and slowly pushed her lips back to the head. Her eyes shot up at his face, and she winked before releasing his cock with a loud pop. He was unsure why she winked until he saw her hands gripping her breasts. Kara pulled them apart to make a tunnel for his cock. Rick knew just what to do and used two fingers to guide his cock between her breasts.
"Right there. That's where I want it."
She whispered while pressing her tits around his wet cock. It vanished from his sight, with only the head briefly poking up. Rick swallowed his breath, leaning back in the chair as Kara began to move her tits up and down.
"Oh, fuck! That feels so good!"
Rick moaned at the feeling of her tits bouncing up and down. They slid around every inch of his shaft. Kara bit her lower lip, purring.
"Feels good, huh? Having your cock right there. Ohhhh yeah, right between my tits. Mmmmm, I know this is what you wanted. I've been wanting to do this too. There's few things better than this."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Her breasts hit against his skin, creating the noises that echoed in the room as she worked her tits up and down. Lowering her head, Kara watched the head poke up as she completed her thrusts. She flicked her tongue onto her upper lip before ejecting a wad of spit onto the head. Rick became encouraged to stand up, ready to take control and fuck those tits himself. Kara gazed into his eyes, squeezing her tits tightly around his shaft. She knew what he wanted to do, and she moaned in approval as he began bucking his hips.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah. Fuck my tits."
She spit on the head again as it poked up. Kara bit her lower lip, flashing the front of her teeth as she purred. Her voice crackled as she giggled. Rick could see sweat beginning to form across her tanned skin on her shoulders and neck.
"Show me how much you've been wanting this. Come on, fuck my tits!"
He pumped harder and faster. Rick grunted as he started to consider just how long he had to go before blowing his load. She wanted this as much as he did, so he knew better than to stop.
"Keep going. I wanna feel more of this, yes! Yes!!"
Such excitement was expressed in her voice. Kara watched the head of his shaft poking up with every thrust. She parted her lips and licked the head as it pushed up. That was more than enough to make Rick pump faster. He tried to push the head between her lips. After three attempts, he succeeded, and then it left her mouth with a pop. He did it again, then repeated the process just to hear that sound a few more times. After a third pop, Kara raised her head, grinning at him.
"You're a kinky man, Rick. I can't wait to feel your cock moving inside me. That's what I need right now."
Whether it was her intention to make him stop or not, Rick halted with one final thrust between her tits. Kara pulled them apart to make his cock slide out. The heat in the room had made her chest sweaty, much like his own body. She reached for his shaft with her right hand, squeezing a firm grip around it. Kara wasn't done with using his dick just yet. She wrapped her left forearm around her breasts, creating the 'hand bra' pose that he knew from her photos. That was until she slid her arm underneath, propping her tits up and guiding his cock over to her right nipple. Kara licked her lips as she rubbed the head of his pole against her nipple.
"You know how to tease."
"Mmmmmmm, you think so?"
She bit her lower lip, purring a soft moan as she gazed into his eyes. Rick focused on her breasts, watching her move his cock to her other nipple and give it an equal rubbing.
"Sit back down for me."
Kara spoke as she let go of his cock. Rick did as she said, leaning back into the chair. He easily guessed that she wanted to get on top and ride him. Before she did so, Kara looked at the stool close by. She slid it across the floor into reaching distance for his feet. If she was hinting at him to prop his feet, Rick had other ideas. He wanted to be sitting up to enjoy this moment more. Rising up from her knees, Kara's right hand gripped his shaft once more. She held it upward as she straddled him. Rick was witnessing a goddess climb on him, ready to sink herself down onto his cock. The harsh lighting from the window made it difficult for him to see her pussy. But he could see the wetness, with tiny drops flowing down her thighs. Closing his eyes for a moment, he reopened them when he felt the tight warmth of her cunt. Kara cried as she slammed herself down on it.
"Ohhhhhhh!! Yesssssss!!"
The first of many moans to echo throughout the small room. To hear Kara crying in pleasure, Rick was complete. The tightness of her pussy made him moan as he gazed up at the sight of her big, sweaty breasts hanging close to his face. Kara raised her head, throwing her hair back as she began to roll her hips. She was riding him at a slow pace to begin this new position. Rick grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard, before stuffing his face between them. Kara gasped, moving her hands to the back of his head. He could feel her fingernails raking through his hair.
"First your cock, now your head. Mmmmm, show my tits some love."
Rick shook his head, flubbing his lips to motorboat her boobs. Kara bit her lower lip, moaning again as she slid her right palm to the top of his head, trying to keep his face positioned between her tits. His head was already drenched in sweat, now with a new layer added from her glistening body. Kara slammed herself down on his cock, still rolling her hips to find a rhythm in her movements. Rick moved his face from her tits and pressed his lips against her right nipple. Kara closed her eyes as she felt his tongue lapping over her areola. She moved her hands to his shoulders, sinking her nails into him for a tight grip. The sweat on his body made this difficult for her. Rick licked her nipple as he felt her nails poking his skin, leaving tiny marks.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh yeah!! So fucking good!!"
He pulled his mouth off her tit, only for it to smack against his face. Rick used his hands to slap her breasts, making them clap together as Kara continued to roll her hips. Inch after inch of his cock thrust into her pussy from her movement. He slapped her breasts again from the side, watching them smack together and pull apart in perfect motion. Her tits moved towards his face, rubbing against his cheeks before Kara stopped. She leaned up, sitting perfectly on his cock. Her hair had moved into her face, leaving her to use both hands to clear her line of sight.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Is that your way of saying you want to change positions?"
She giggled at him while slowly rising up. His cock fell from her cunt, flopping against his stomach. Kara turned her back to him, showing her fine booty. The foot stool was what she used to make the next position, pressing her hands down over the surface and spreading her legs out. Rick smiled, happy to see her taking advantage of the stool like that. As he got up from the chair, Kara glanced behind her right shoulder and smirked at him.
"How's the view of my ass?"
"Better than the photos I took the other day."
Laughing at him, she turned her head forward. To her left was the statue in its crude form. She glanced up at it and closed her eyes upon feeling his cock brush against her thighs. When Rick found her wet opening, he pushed it back in.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes. That's it. Start off nice and slow."
Kara was guiding him with her words, telling Rick how she wanted him to begin. He was focused on her ass, studying the shape and texture of her skin. As he thrust forward, Kara moaned. She pushed her ass back, meeting his thrusts while gripping the edge of the stool. Rick planted his hands on her hips, driving his cock inside her with the first slow thrusts.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Come on, fuck me."
If it was slow how she wanted to begin, Rick saw no need to wait. He thrust forward, only for her to back up again. After a third time, he responded to her actions by smacking the left cheek of her ass with his bare hand.
"Yes! Spank it!"
His hand slapped her ass again. Kara stopped throwing it back, leaving Rick to take full control of fucking her. She lowered her head, hair dangling from both sides, as her breasts began to bounce and shake from his hard thrusts. Kara closed her eyes and cried aloud desperate words.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Rick!! If you think I'm a goddess, prove it by FUCKING ME!!"
Hearing her voice echo was motivation enough. The tight, warm feeling of being inside her was another thing to push Rick into an overdrive. He could feel burning pains in his shoulder but did not let it hinder his focus as he pounded his cock into her pussy again and again. Kara kept her eyes shut, curving her lips into a smug grin that he could not see. What Rick could hear was the growl from her barred teeth. He saw her breasts bouncing from the side, begging to be grasped. He leaned forward, brushing his stomach against her sweat-soaked back to grab her tits from underneath.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Don't stop!!"
His breath blew across her neck. Kara tilted her head upward as she felt his lips pressing against her slick skin. Her hardened nipples poked into his palms as Rick squeezed her breasts, all while still driving his cock into her pussy. The heat in the room made his own body feel much heavier, as if the ceiling were coming down on him. The added pressure did not prevent him from giving her all she wanted and more. Thrust after thrust, he could feel her pussy tightening around his shaft.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you cum, Kara. Is that what you want?"
"Yes! Don't stop!"
Spank! His hands squeezed her breasts again, harder this time, as he felt his sweaty balls rubbing against her ass cheeks. Kara gritted her teeth, growling soft moans before blurting out screams.
"FUCK ME!! OHHHHHHHHH!!"
Letting go of her tits, Rick stood back up and slapped her ass. Kara was close. That much was apparent to him from how loud she was screaming. Rick grunted as he spanked that booty one more time, still thrusting inside her. She gasped, opening her eyes wide. A faint whimper was muffled by her biting her lower lip, and then it hit.
"YESSSS!! YESSSSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSS!! OHHHHHH, FUCK YESSSSSS!!"
The sudden rush of her climax prompted Rick to quickly pull his cock out of her pussy. She curled her toes while gripping the edge of the stool. As Kara's legs shook, she squirted a torrent of love nectar onto the floor. A small puddle that would become a stain from Rick not wanting to scrub it clean afterwards. It was a relief that he made it this far without reaching his own climax.
"How was that?"
He asked while rubbing her right ass cheek with his wandering hand.
"That... that was..."
She cleared her throat before finishing.
"That was how I like it! I haven't been fucked like this in a long time. Fuck me, Rick!"
Rick found it hard to focus on what she was saying. He gazed forward at her impressive ass, distracted by her thick rump. The light glared into the windows, illuminating shiny spots across the left cheek and revealing every drop of sweat that covered her skin. It was easy to focus on her breasts as a strong point of her wonderful body, but her booty was also worthy of admiration. His hands moved over both cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart.
"Mmmmmmm, I know what you want."
Kara's voice captured his attention.
"You do?"
"Mmmmmhhhhmmmm. Don't wait. If you want to fuck my ass, go ahead."
Smiling to himself, Rick was unsure how to reply.
"Really? You're gonna let me take this ass?"
"You heard me the first time. Do you want me to repeat myself?"
"Yeah, tell me to fuck your ass, Kara."
"Fuck my ass!"
Spoken in annoyance rather than command, Rick chuckled at her remark. Kara's voice was even sexier when she was slightly frustrated. He slid his shaft up the crack of her ass and saw a new opportunity for teasing her. Biting his lower lip, Rick rubbed his cock up and down the crack, massaging the length of his pole as Kara moaned. Once more, he chuckled under his breath.
"You think that's funny?"
"Yeah. You're funnier when you're annoyed."
He replied as the head of his cock poked into her dark little hole. Kara bit her lower lip, purring softly before speaking again.
"I get like that when I'm being teased."
"It's cute. Maybe I should tease you some more."
Rick squeezed her right ass cheek. His fingers nearly slipped off her slick skin from all the sweat. Kara purred again, moaning softly as she felt his cock pushing into her ass.
"I want it deep. Go as far as you can go. Push that cock all the way in."
"I was hoping you'd let me do that."
Her hands slid across the surface of the wooden stool from her now sweaty palms. Kara had to reaffirm her grip on the sides as Rick slowly pushed every last inch of his cock into her ass. He watched it disappear as he moved in. Then he began to pull back, grunting at the tight feeling inside her. Kara moved her right hand, sliding it down to her pussy to find her clit. She was strong enough to raise herself up on one arm as she pinched her clit between two fingers and pleasured herself. Rick's hands went back to her hips as he began to thrust into her ass. Once again, her body was rocking from his hard thrusts.
"You like that? You like how your cock feels sliding in my ass?"
"It's pretty tight in here."
It was her turn to laugh. Kara flipped her hair to glance across her right shoulder, grinning with her pearly white teeth.
"You're a lot luckier than you realize. Most men I sleep with don't get to slide in there."
Her fingertips rubbed at her clit at a slow pace. Rick didn't notice that she was elevating herself with one arm. His entire focus was on her booty. He thrust harder, causing her to gasp and move her right hand away from her pussy. Her palm pressed into the stool, holding herself up. Kara laughed again as she rolled her hips and pushed back. When Rick thrust forward, she moved back in sync to match his pace.
"You're enjoying this!"
"Mmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmm. Let's just say it's been a long time since a man was brave enough to fuck my ass."
He stopped thrusting to allow her to take over and do all the work. Kara proved her joy to be genuine in the way she pushed back hard enough to slam her ass cheeks against his body. It created a smacking sound that Rick didn't expect to hear again.
"I guess you want me to fuck you with my ass."
Kara crackled in laughter. She continued to pump back, working his cock in and out of her ass. She pushed forward just enough so the head was still in her hole, then leaned back to absorb his dick back in. He moved his hands from her hips, leaving Kara to have complete control. Rick stood there, eyes narrowing on his cock that was vanishing and reappearing in the following seconds. After two more thrusts, Rick slapped her ass.
"Stop, babe. I don't know how much more I can take."
"You just don't want to cum in my ass."
"You're not wrong. I wanted to fuck those tits one more time."
Kara moaned as he carefully pulled his cock out of her stretched asshole.
"I was wondering where you'd want to finish. If it's between my tits, I'm ready for a splash."
"Only with another titfuck."
Turning to face him, she smirked and winked. Kara dropped to her knees, wiping her sweaty face with her right hand. Rick gripped his cock at the base and moved it to her lips, just to see if Kara would go from ass to mouth. She didn't disappoint, as she kissed the head and sank it between her lips. 'Mmmmmm,' she moaned against his cock, giving him vibrations as she kept the tip in her mouth. While Kara sucked, she slid her hands down to her clammy breasts. She pushed them up and released his cock, only to wrap her tits around it. Rick wasted no time thrusting forward.
"Ohhhhh, yeah. Fuck my tits one last time."
"I'm not gonna stop until I cum."
She giggled at his reply. The sweat had made her skin so sticky that squshing sounds became audible as he pumped his dick between her boobs. Kara grinned, locking eyes with him to try and drive him over the edge with her gorgeous face alone.
"Don't pull out."
"What makes you think I'm gonna do that!?"
Rick spoke while bucking his hips. The head of his dick poked up as Kara replied.
"I've had experience. I hate it when a man pulls out and just unloads all over my tits. I'm going to hold my tits around your fucking cock so tight, you're not gonna pull out."
An odd request, but he saw no need to argue with her. Kara seemed to be hiding what she really wanted. A pearl necklace.
"I could fuck your tits all day, every day!"
He groaned as he continued thrusting. The squishing sounds were heard from the friction of their perspired skin. His entire face was drenched with small drops dripping. The hot air in the room had become so overwhelming, yet Rick still managed to use all the strength he had within to fuck her throughout the hours. The statue gave shade to Kara as she sat directly under it. Her eyes never left his as he continued to pump his cock back and forth.
"Fuck my tits! Fuck 'em!!"
Gritting his teeth, he groaned. Kara smirked, knowing he was near the end. Rick was holding onto dear life, trying so hard not to bust a nut before he could complete another thrust. After he managed, he wanted another one.
"Ohhhhh, god! GOD DAMN!!"
It was too late. He couldn't hold back the inevitable that came with such a blissful feeling. Rick screamed as his cock exploded between her breasts. A thick wad of cum splattered onto her chin and neck. Kara grinned wide, flashing all of her teeth as she felt the warm, sticky substance coating her skin. More cum spurted onto her neck as she kept her head raised.
"Mmmmmm, that's it. Give me that cum. I want all of it."
When he moved his hand, Kara panicked, thinking he was about to pull out from her tits. She pressed them together as tightly as she could.
"God damn it!! FUCKKKKK!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD!!"
As he shouted in cries of pleasure, she just laughed. Her voice drowned out his moans as she could still feel more cum spilling onto her skin. A pond of spunk turned into a flowing river between her breasts. Rick thrust one last time. Kara tilted her head down to look at the head of his depleted cock. She darted her tongue out to flick the small hole, and then she finally let go of her tits to free him.
"Oh, man..."
His voice was a faint whisper. Rick stumbled backwards a few steps and plopped down into the chair. He exhaled a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion take over. His energy was gone for the day, with his work splattered across her chest. Kara let the cum drip down between her boobs as she was still grinning. She crawled a few steps closer, just to grab his cock and kiss the head.
"This is stickier than the sweat, I can tell you that. You lived up to the end of one of your promises."
Whether it was a joke or not, Rick found himself laughing. His chuckle became louder as he leaned back in the chair. His body was so fatigued, he lost all of his senses and thoughts as he laughed and laughed. The crackle of his voice became hoarse, sounding more animated as the seconds passed by. He closed his eyes, thinking he could hear Kara laughing with him as his voice began to fade with the dim view of black dots from the back of his eyelids. He passed out in the most wonderful way. There was not a care in the world to disturb his thoughts after the ticket to heaven she had given him. Kara Del Toro was a goddess, and no one could tell him otherwise.
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6 DAYS LATER
Darkness poured out of the open doorway and into the hallway. No sunlight glared from the windows that were previously inviting the light in. They were covered now that his art was finished. Rick was a proud man, impatiently waiting to unveil his latest masterpiece to Kara. After the day they had in his room, he was more determined than ever to finish sculpting in a personal record time. The spark of inspiration had come back in such a way that his body was still hot from their sensual encounter. It was all he could think about in the following days when he returned to the room. He still remembered passing out and waking up in confusion. He would've almost believed that the day was a hallucination in his imagination if not for the cum stains Kara left behind on the floor. Her scent was left behind, lingering in the air of the room.
The mark of a goddess. A woman who was now forever immortalized in the form of marble. Rick could barely contain his excitement as he waited for Kara to enter his home. He spent last night going over the statue with a magnifying glass and flashlight to check every last detail. The floor was swept clean, and his tools returned to their rightful places on the wall and table. Some artists used the phrase 'blood, sweat, and tears' to describe their most precious work after it was done. Rick could've said that his statue was done through the sheer pleasure of cum, sweat, and moans. Every last hour of carving Kara's body into perfection would be a memory he would never forget. Down the hall, he could see her figure moving in the distance. Light shone behind her, making her appear as a silhouette in his eyesight. Kara walked gracefully, strutting her hips.
"Are you hiding from me?"
"No, why would I do that?"
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Her heels stomped across the floor. Her legs were hidden in a pair of white pants matching her top. Rick didn't dress up for this occasion. Only a simple pair of black shorts and a white T-shirt to cover his body. His face had not been shaved in a few days, giving him a rugged appearance that showed he was more concerned with his work than his own body. Kara made her way to him, eager to step into the doorway of his work room.
"I was going to say, I think you're hiding from me since there's two of me in the house now."
Stepping in after her, Rick flicked the light switch. The statue was covered with a black towel. Only the feet and ankles were visible from the floor. Kara glanced down, then went to grab the tail ends of the towel. She stopped herself and turned to look at him with a smile.
"Do you mind if I pull it off?"
"No, this is your moment. Go ahead."
Slowly, she pulled at the towel from the top. It tumbled off the head, revealing the hair and forehead of the statue. When it fell to the floor, Kara stood speechless. Rick saw the expression on her face. Her eyes widened, blinking a few times as she studied the carved face.
"My, my, my..."
Kara whispered as her eyes continued to scan the statue. The figure itself was of her standing with her left hand on her hip and her right arm bent at the elbow, stretched outward in a proper pose. Rick made sure that the facial expression on the statue was a look displaying the confidence and seductive nature she carried. The breasts were bare with perky nipples. Kara reached out, touching the right arm and sliding her hands across the smooth marble surface down to the stomach. He was curious what her first impressions were, but knew better than to ask. Some people needed time to take in his art, as he learned from past experiences with clients. Her fingertips moved across the belly button as she turned and smiled at him.
"This truly is me carved into perfection."
"Now there's two of you in this world."
Raising her hand, Kara corrected him by holding up her index finger.
"Only one of me..."
She then pointed at the statue, still smiling.
"And only one goddess."
His heart was racing. The glimmer in her eyes made Rick want to reach out and kiss her one last time. Kara looked at the statue again, laughing to herself as she shook her head.
"I can't believe you were able to make this."
Kara leaned in, brushing her lips against his. Rick cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. The one thing he didn't get to do after their day of lovemaking was kiss her goodbye. He made sure to savor her taste one final time. After the kiss broke, she gazed into his eyes, quietly whispering.
"Thank you for everything."
"No, Kara. Thank you. It was my honor to do this."
THE END
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