Imitation Game

"Fuuuuck..." She moaned. "Fuck meeeee..."

"You want this?" He asked, releasing one of his hands from his hip, he took hold of her beautiful long braid that had fallen out of its braid a long time ago. Wrapping some around his fist, she bounced back onto his fuck rod like it was nothing. She moaned loud, clawing at the blanket. Wanting to cum but waiting for him.

"Don't stop please! Don't stop! Don't Stop! Don't Stoooop" she said with a shallow breath. "PLEASE!!"

Her once cock-smoking seductress voice had turned into this whimpering, ragged breath that was one step away from being completely broken. Mars grunted as he thrusted fast and hard, unable to miss a beat. He was almost bionic. He fucked her like it was the first and last time he would get the chance.

This was a daydream going so right that he never wanted it to end.

So he fucked her.

Taking the breath from her lungs. Smacking her juicy peach looking ass whenever he could and cupping a large handful of her giant tits. Squeezing the nipple like he was trying to milk a cow.

The way her body looked and how that wet pussy felt. He knew he never wanted to leave its warmth while simultaneously wanted to release his warmth into her.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Y-y..."

"Whose?!"

"Yooours..." She panted. "I-I-I'm gonna c-c-c-cumm..."

"Cum on my cock." Mars growled. "Do it. Show me how much of a whore you are."

As those words left his mouth, the two of them came at once. Her pussy clenched around his cock, squirting her juices all over his length.

This pushed him over the edge.

He shot directly into her, releasing load after load without thought.

He held her in a death-grip, holding her tight as they both climaxed.

"Ohh...OHH...OhHHH!" She moaned in a high-pitched desperation.

"UHHHUUHH!" He grunted in response as he pulled out, finishing his load on his sweat-drenched body. Despite what he'd released in her, he came even more, coating her body like snow blower. As he finished cumming, he dragged his cock against her phat-ass, letting it drip across her exhausted form.

He collapsed, falling back into the chair he was once strapped to.

Now, seeking a place to relax, Mars watched as she got up and tossed his pants at him.

Then she quickly fixed herself, cleaning off his massive load to the best of her abilities and bringing some of his delicious cum into her mouth. Once she finished, she squeezed her thick body back into her corset and panties.

As he put on his pants and boxers, he wondered.

When would this lucid dream end?

They had both cum. Was there something he was missing?

He watched as she stood in the center of the and looked up at the lights.

"Hello, everyone." She said with a smile. "My name is Amalia Rose. Here we got to observe how art can imitate life and how life can imitate art. No matter how normal or kinky it is. There are no limits or exceptions."

Taking a small glimpse over the shoulder, she smiled at Mars, who now was taken back in surprise and confusion. "Tonight my painting was in the exhibit and my raffle winner helped me explore the context behind it to the fullest extent. The story wasn't a man being tempted and tortured but the reciprocation of satisfaction. And, as an artist, I'm more of a show-don't-tell person. So, this was my live demonstration and I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you and enjoy the rest of the exhibit."

Mars got up and without a second, he pulled Amalia into with a stern grip.

"Wait a second... this was real???"

"Um... Yeah." Amalia laughed, comfortable with the grip he had on her. "Thanks for the help!"

"Wait a second." Mars said, narrowing his eyes down at Amalia "You drugged me to get me here, didn't you?"

"Clearly, you did not read the fine print of the raffle." She laughed. "The rules and conditions stated the winner will be a part of the live demonstration and you consent to any circumstance necessary to complete the demonstration." Mars jaw dropped as he remembered how he signed his name and ignored the lady telling him the rules because he was distracted by a busty woman in a black blazer who walked past him.

"The A is for Amalia, by the way."

"So you're the artist, eh?"

"Yes , yes I am." She replied with a bright smile. Planting a kiss on his cheek she slipped out of his grip. "Okay, so the curtain is right here. And as much as I'd love to stay, Mars, I've got places to be."

"Wait. How'd you know my name?"

"Pu-leease. Everyone knows your name." Bending over in front of him, her ass perking up and her going down. She reached under the bed and grabbed something. Getting up, she handed him the card in her hand.

"Now if you're interested in buying my painting or... anything else, here's my card."

Their eyes met once again and this time she could not help herself. She kissed him.

One kiss.

Hard.

Against the lips.

Mars couldn't help himself either, wrapping his hand around her waist and the other cradling her face. He kissed her back and pulled her in deep. After a minute or two, she pulled away and sent him a shy smile.

"Alright. Gotta go. Call me." Leaving the card with him, she then turned around and headed through the doors.

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"And that was how I met your mom."

"Eh... Gross dad."

"Cute but... uhh...super didn't need to know that. Gonna go wash my brain now."