erotic art or porn? by Shubert Ciencia, blowjob“I even prefer to give a blowjob with the lights out,” Priscilla said with a smirk. “I have all my quirks, kinks and fetishes, and the lights on bothers me like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Does dimming them help?” Raul asked and sipped his drink with a tinkle of ice cubes. His brown eyes locked on the brunette and he kept his voice at just the right level to be heard over the others. His dark skin, however, could not hide the blush this conversation was causing him.

The art gallery was down to a smattering of the original guests. The white walls were bathed in yellow spots showing paintings, sculptures and thingamabobs in warm lighting.

“Yes, actually. I’d be good in a dark sex club, but horrible having sex on a nude beach.” She lifted her red wine to matching red lips. Seeing his eyes on her lips, she moved the glass out of the way and smiled. Her left hand pushed strands of brunette hair from her face. “You want these lips on you, don’t you.”

“That’s not even a question.” He smiled back but looked away.

“Am I wrong?”

“No, you are not wrong. Your talk of a blowjob has sent my mind all a flutter.”

“A flutter. Interesting. Of course, it is called giving head and I suspect that comes from the male brain dropping to his cock when getting it.”

“I expect the etymology is somewhat different, but I am afraid my education is not in seductions.”

“Am I seducing you?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Brad and Dana looking at one rather horrible painting that adorned the east wall.

“Meet me at the Carlitimo sculpture in the back in five minutes.”

“Not art educated either. Should be called a piece.”

“I’m hoping back there to show you my piece,” he said with a wink before stepping away from the pedestal and off to another group of handshakers and back patters.

“Hey Priscilla,” Dana called over, “who was that?”

She shrugged. “Says his name is Raul. Think he is with one of the artists as a guest, but not sure.”

“He’s hot.”

“He’s not that hot,” Brad cut in.

Priscilla giggled. “He asked me to meet him back by the Carlitimo to show me his piece.”

“Ooooh, someone’s getting laid,” Dana cooed.

“When are you supposed to go?”

Priscilla turned and watched as Raul excused himself from his conversation, turned to eye her, and moved down an aisle out of site. “He said five minutes. I’m giving him two.”

“Lucky guy,” Brad chuckled.

“What? You’ll have your turn at these,” she said grabbing her breasts through her shirt for emphasis, “once we’re back at your place.”

“Me too?” Dana duck-billed her lips and batted eyelashes.

“Fuck me, yes girl.” Stepping forward, Priscilla wrapped her arms around Dana’s neck before lightly kissing her. “However, I must go in the hopes of a masked man giving me a wonderful silent orgasm.”

“Have fun.” Dana stepped back to Brad and linked her arm in his. “Make good choices!”

Priscilla followed the direction she had watched Raul go. She followed the path of art displays towards the back and saw the Carlitimo piece.

An ugly piece that was likely created by a drunken artist.

She walked around the piece and almost ran into it before seeing it.

It, of course, was the hard dark skinned cock that stuck out between two dangling portraits beside the Carlitimo.

“Oh, you beast,” she growled. Lowering to knees in front of it, she glanced around to make certain no one was watching. With curtains between the portraits, she could only hear him breathing. “I tell you my light thing and you go hide in the dark. So fucking taboo.”

That breathing increased its intensity when her right hand slowly, and deliberately wrapped around it. The breath gasped at the first touch of her lips to the tip.

“So salty good and I will need this to fuck me later,” she said. Her tongue flickered out and around the head before she opened her mouth and sucked him in as deep as she could. The tongue made a repeat appearance once he was fully in, as it slipped out to tickle his scrotum while the shaft was down her throat.

He groaned his pleasure.

“Who the hell are you?” a high female voice squealed.

Pulling her lips off the erection, Priscilla turned to see the curly blonde standing with hands on hips.

The blonde’s muscular thighs were bare beneath the hem of her black skirt. Her black blouse was opened just enough for a hint of cleavage. “Marco? Who’s the brunette?”

The curtain behind the portrait split to reveal a tall Latino man that Priscilla had not seen before. “Oh shit,” she whispered.

“Priscilla?” The voice was Raul’s as he walked up behind the blonde. “I saw the other man and came back to try and catch you.”

Brad, with Dana still on his arm, started laughing.

Marco looked down at Priscilla. His eyes lifted to the blonde and he grinned with a shrug. “I thought it was you, Jackie. Sorry.”

Jackie’s face softened. “Can we keep her? I mean, she’s cute. Priscilla, is it?”

Priscilla nodded, confused as to what was going on.

“Wait, you aren’t upset?” Raul looked confused and concerned.

Jackie turned to him. “You can come too.”

“About time he came too,” Brad said with a laugh.

All eyes turned to him without laughing.

“I’ll tell you what,” Jackie said with a smile and hands back on hips as she surveyed the group, “all of you can come back to our place so long as the giant, there, doesn’t make any more funnies.”

“I’m in,” Dana cooed.

“Works for me,” Marco agreed.

Raul smiled. “Why the fuck not?”

“Hardly a ringing endorsement,” Jackie said to Raul with a sly glance.

“Not all of us here have had such offers before.”

“Wait, are we serious?” Brad asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Dude, are you saying no?” Dana reached up and swatted his shoulder.

“Why go back to their place,” Priscilla said and wrapped her hand around Marco’s cock again, “when we can play right here?” Her mouth opened again.

“Why, indeed,” Marco said watching his cock vanish into the brunette’s mouth again.

“Because the doors are still open,” Brad protested.

“Didn’t I say no more jokes?” Jackie held up a key. “I’m closing the place.”

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