The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... grasp. "It may not be immediately evident, but what I am aiming for is a multi-layered conceptual piece. On the first level, we have the photo sequences themselves which are designed to evoke a wide range of emotion and thought, once people get past the initial...what is the word...jerk-off...no...knee-jerk... reaction."

I could get away with these seeming mistakes in colloquialisms. English was not my first language...or even my second or third. I had grown up in South America, was educated in France and Switzerland, and was currently living in Holland. I knew my speech was a little stilted, not using contractions, but I actually cultivated that, almost as a trademark. And Marco liked all of it. My who-knows-where accent...my formal style of speech...he would frequently get an erection just listening to me.

I could see Marco's erection straining against the fabric of his trousers. I closed my fingers around his balls and squeezed, letting him know that they belonged to me.

"The next level is something that these women are not even aware of yet. That it is the exhibition itself that will be the final work of art. A conceptual piece that even now is continuing to evolve." He followed my glance to several inconspicuously mounted cameras. "Something we will all be able to experience in full measure as everything...shall we say...approaches a climax."

Marco wasn't really listening. He knew that through this installation, he was permanently exposed. What he did not ...

... yet realize was that the physical aspect would be almost inconsequential. It was the psychological exposure, the baring of self, the stripping away of ego that held my interest.

"Hmmm. No comments? Ok. We will go to the next step." I released his balls and retrieved a slim, pre-lubed vibrator from my purse. I held it up for his inspection.

"Is there something you would like me to do with this?"

We had not really engaged in much anal play. Sometimes I would have him finger himself, but I had never penetrated him. Mostly he wanted to service me with his tongue. For some reason he particularly got off on having me straddle him in a reverse cowgirl. I must admit that I have a fine ass, and he loved to spread my cheeks and lick from top to bottom. Particularly the bottom.

So I was a little surprised when, without hesitating, Marco widened his stance and bent slightly forward. It was an invitation.

Marco jumped as he felt the cool, slick intrusion between his cheeks, but then relaxed, waiting for me to penetrate his anus. I touched the tip to his entrance and held it there.

"Tell me what you want."

There is something so...submissive...in a man asking you to put something, really anything, in his bottom. I wanted to hear it. I did not have to wonder if Marco would ask.

"Please!" he whispered, "I want you to push it in!"

And I did. I worked it in slowly, pushing in and pulling back, then pushing in again, each time a little deeper. Marco started to rock his ...