PROMPT STORY | ANONYMOUS SEX
Art in the Dark
I had no idea who he was, but he was balls deep inside me.
I stood in total darkness.
Completely naked.
I could hear people murmuring. An art student at a local university put out a request for help on her project.
People wanted! You’ll be in a dark room with a group of people. Naked. Photos will be taken. You will be compensated with artisan coffee vouchers!
I couldn’t even see my hand waving in front of my face.
“Fuck, how pretentious is this shit?” one girl said.
“That’s nothing,” her friend said. “I did one for another art student a few months ago. They wrapped me up in cling film and told me to writhe around on stage.”
“What the ever-living fuck?”
“I was apparently representing women. And the cling film was the stranglehold of the patriarchy.”
“Jesus,” I said, unable to contain my giggling.
“Your amusement is justified,” she said in my direction. “But the money was good. Which is more than I can say for this one.”
“All right, everybody, thank you for coming!” a voice shouted from somewhere elevated in the dark.
“Thank you for attending my art installation: Kafkaesque!”
She paused to endure a few half-hearted claps.
“Walk around in the dark, completely naked. Exposed and vulnerable. Disorientated. Feel your way around the room. Feel the other people. At random intervals, you’ll notice a bright flash. That’s me taking photos. Catching your bewilderment in action.”
“What could go wrong,” the girl in front of me said again.
“Please, alluring as this is, it’s not a sexual piece. Touch, graze, smell, feel. But don’t go any further. And if you didn’t complete your indemnity forms, please leave now.”
Art Girl didn’t know I was here for fun. Where else could you feel some random titties, ass and cock and not get into trouble for it?
“Enjoy. The experience starts... now!”
The crowd started muttering again. I could hear the shuffling of feet as everybody trudged around, trying not to trip.
“This is a new low for me,” the sassy girl said again.
I liked her attitude. My body moved slowly, trying to inch closer to where her voice was coming from. I stretched my hand out and touched her back.
“Ooh, buy me dinner first,” she chuckled.
I moved my hand up and grabbed her firm boob.
Flash!
The camera went off, casting a momentary spotlight on everything going on.
“Shit,” I mumbled, moving away before she turned around to see who I was.
“Oof, sorry,” I said as I reversed back and stepped on someone’s toes.
I felt rugged hands around my waist.
“No problem,” a male voice said.
He kept his hands on my body. Something pressed against my ass from behind.
“Yes, I am just happy to… feel you,” he said.
“Does that ever work for you?” I sniggered.
“Only at these events,” he said.
I reached around and wrapped my fingers around his cock. My heart skipped a beat. His veiny girth was easily two or three handfuls. I could easily forget his dire humour with a cock of that size.
“Like what you feel?” he asked.
“Can you just not talk?” I said.
Flash!
“Uh!” somebody in the crowd uttered.
The room started smelling like sex more as time went by.
I lead Longcock by his manhood until I hit a wall.
“Not sure about you, but I just got fingered by a girl,” somebody whispered.
Poor Art Girl. Her project was turning into an orgy. And who was I to go against nature?
I placed my hands on the wall and shook my ass up and down against his erection.
“Put it in,” I said.
He ran his hands up my sides and gripped my floppy tits from behind. I parted my feet, feeling the heat of his tip pressing against my swollen pussy lips.
“Ah!” I exclaimed as his tip squeezed into my fleshy canal.
He gripped my hips and pushed himself into me as slowly as he could. I clenched my teeth, feeling his throbbing cock sliding into me. I could hear the squelch of my wetness as his erection entered me inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling stretched and filled beyond my capacity.
He pulled himself out and shoved himself in again. I whimpered, keeping myself steady against the wall.
Flash!
I didn’t even care.
The din of the people faded into the background as Longcock fucked me hard.
Flup! Flup! Flup!
I could feel my ass cheeks bouncing against his pelvis with each vicious thrust.
Flash!
I saw some people on their knees. Head bobbing back and forth.
Moaning.
Grunting.
“Ah!” I cried out as my body started shaking.
Longcock held me tightly as orgasmic jolts shot throughout my body. I squealed and panted as he pounded my climaxing body. My knees gave out but he kept me upright, grunting a moment later. I felt his cock pulsating in me as he shot his creamy seed deep into my womb. My contracting cunt gripped his thick shaft, milking his balls until there was nothing left.
He pulled himself out with a loud plop. Semen oozed out of me and ran down my inner thighs.
“That was amazing,” I stuttered, still unable to stand up properly.
Flash!
“Holy shit people, we’re ending this early,” Art Girl announced.
She turned on a dim yellow light, enough for us to see where to go. Longcock was nowhere to be seen. People looked dishevelled. Messy hair. Red faces.
“That was better than a night out!”
I saw the girl I heard earlier. She was even prettier than I’d imagined.
“Hey,” I said.
She turned around.
“Can I get your number?”
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