Her game, her rules

October 22, 2018 - by: Peter

Erotic fiction inspired by Sybil A in “Cold Winter

She said, “Let’s play a game,” and took a sip from her glass. I waited for more. “Grab your camera,” was all I got.

I followed her out of the bar, put my gloves on as she wrapped herself in her coat at the door. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” More instructions. “Follow me out into the night. Watch me through your lens. Don’t stop following me or watching.”

And that was it. She pushed past me and out onto the street before I had pulled my camera from my bag. When I stepped out into the city, she was across the street, looking in the window of a darkened store.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure I was there, and I raised my camera to my face dutifully. Confident that I was playing along, Sybil began her game. Turning away, she walked along the street, down a road I didn’t know. I crossed and followed her.

When I reached the other side, I raised my camera once again and took a picture. She spun around and looked right at me, a bewildered look on her face, playing her part so well. I watched her through the lens as she walked away.

When I turned the corner, I just caught her stepping into an apartment block, and followed her in. I heard the click of her heels as she walked up the flight of stairs. I needed to be quick to catch her. On the second floor, she unlocked a door and stepped inside, leaving it open for me.

I had no idea where we were. The light was dim in the apartment, so I used the light of my camera to see. Sybil acted as if I weren’t there, undressing quickly. Off came her shirt and jeans and she lay down on the bed in her underwear.

She spoke quietly, “Turn on the light.”

I flicked the switch and the room lit up. She sat up and took off her bra, cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, catching her nipples between her fingers. I watched them stiffen, wondering if I should join her or keep the camera pointed at her, capturing each moment.

Sliding down onto her back, she toyed with her pussy, her hand inside her panties. I kept on shooting pictures, certain that this was what she wanted – to be watched as she played.

She slid her panties off and lay there naked except for her socks, and I felt myself grow fully erect inside my jeans. I wanted her so much. Looking down at her on the bed as she rubbed her wet pussy, lifting her ass from the sheets as if asking for someone to be between her thighs, to be pushing their cock inside her, I could think of nothing but how hard I would fuck her.

But I kept on shooting those pictures. It was a good game… She made no move to recognize me or to acknowledge my presence. Had she not told me the rules, I would have thought she’d forgotten all about me.

She rolled over onto her hip, her back to me, her puckered asshole revealed between her cheeks. I could just see the tips of her fingers groping between her labia. I moved around, my camera zooming in on her hand, to watch as her fingers delved deep inside her soaked pussy. My cock grew jealous, wanting to be there so much.

I tried not to think about squeezing her firm ass, but my mind rebelled and I lusted over her, dreaming of rubbing my cock between her cheeks as she fingered her pussy. As I stood there, imagining her hand reaching back to grab my glans and guide me in, she rolled onto her back again.

Now both her hands were between her legs. Her thighs were spread wide open and her fingers were thrusting deep inside her pussy, her thumb grinding on her clitoris frantically. I was ready to throw down my camera, pull out my cock and fuck her brains out, but as I made ready to do just that, her orgasm came. She shuddered on the bed, her legs clamped together around her hands, biting her lip as she came with a gasp.

My heart was racing as I watched her come down from her sexual high. When her eyes opened, I was watching her through the lens once more, capturing the moment for her to replay later.

Would she ask me to touch her now? Or would she make me wait? Either way, I would do as she told me. This game of hers was one that I would gladly play again and again.

 

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Erotic Dancer

October 15, 2018 - by: Michael

In praise of Kitri in “Dancing On The Bridge 2

It’s the musical that’s yet to be made, it’s the movie sensation of the year that no major theater will ever dare to show – it’s the stunning, sexy, gorgeous dancer Kitri performing in “Dancing on the Bridge 2”!

A movie that features ballet might not sound erotic unless you have a ballerina fetish, but the way Kitri moves has me so entranced I might even consider going to see a mainstream (clothes on) ballet performance. The excellent camera work and direction from Don Caravaggio gives the opening scene on the bridge a big Hollywood musical feel, and Kitri is so talented and graceful as she dances her way from one side to the other. In fact, if you were only to watch the first three minutes, you could easily be forgiven for expecting that Kitri will break into song just as she reaches the middle of the bridge. I watched her dance over that walkway again and again; it was that impressive.

Naturally, I also watched the scene after the bridge, but for entirely different reasons. Yes, I was amazed by the high quality of the performance during the bridge dance, but when Kitri climbs onto her bed, throws off her dress and starts to pleasure her pussy, well, that’s even more of a thrill.

It seems like she’s so totally energized by her dance that she just couldn’t want to get home and play with herself, because there is no slow, teasing build up, you can see she is totally horny. She practically tears her dress off, and she’s not wearing any underwear so she’s all ready to go, no inhibitions. She’s so horny for it that her wet pussy takes her fingers inside almost immediately, and she drills herself hard and fast. Her breath comes in rapid gasps, and you can sense how urgent her need for release has become.

If she danced the way she played with herself, if she moved around in public the way she grinds and thrusts her body up off the bed and against her fingers as they slip in and out of her pussy and slide between her lips, I imagine it would be like a magnet to all the hot-blooded lovers of the world and she’d draw them to her irresistibly.

And all this is before she’s turned over onto her hands and knees and started to hump her hand doggie style. Right then, when she’s on her knees, that’s when you can see there’s no going back for her. Everybody she’d ever met could walk into that room at that very moment and I doubt she’d stop. And how many of them would want her to? To watch a girl masturbating with that kind of passion, with that insatiable desire to climax, is a beautiful sight.

The spiritual energy she has dancing on the bridge and the sexual energy she has masturbating on her bed are equally compelling, and I love how the film shows both sides of her nature. Congratulations to Kitri for putting the Art and the seX in MetArt X!

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Self Love

October 08, 2018 - by: Jilian

Erotic fiction inspired by Alice Shea in “Selfie

Alice sips her coffee leaning against the wall of her bedroom, dressed in a long grey cardigan, open over black T-shirt and panties. Her black-framed spectacles appear darker against her pale skin, her pretty face framed by auburn hair.

Her eyes are aflame with passion, betraying the carnal thoughts running through her mind. Moving to her bedside, she pulls off her cardigan and lets it tumble to the ground. Her hands slip the straps of her top down her pale arms, down past her pert breasts. Her nipples are taut, jutting out hard as diamonds.

Reaching for her phone, she begins to take pictures of herself. Her body, her crotch. Are they for her own entertainment, or to send to a lover? She strokes her pussy through her panties, then delves inside to rub at her slit. She can no longer hold her phone, she needs both hands to play with herself.

Sliding her panties off, she drops her legs open and runs one finger along her slit. She crooks it inside her tight hole and begins to work it in and out. Her eyes close as her body reacts to the intensely pleasurable sensations, writhing beneath her probing finger.

She needs to go deeper and lifts one leg, adding a second finger as her other hand grips her ass tightly. Her fingers thrust faster, in and out. Her mouth falls open and her breath comes in gasps as she fucks her pussy.

Over she rolls, onto her hips, reaching around to drill herself from behind as her other hand takes care of her clit. She frigs herself hard, slamming into her pussy urgently. Her free hand splays her lips open, grinding down on her clit.

Her fantasies rage on in her head, and she moves to her knees. Her hand snakes between her thighs and her fingers find her wet hole easily, diving back inside to press further into her pink folds.

It is here, with her face pressed into the sheets and her ass raised up high, that she cums. Her fingers drive her on, her clitoris sings with the heat of orgasm.

She slumps onto the bed, satisfied, glowing with satisfaction. Should she take one more selfie of her creamed-up pussy? No, the images in her head are enough… for now.

 

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MetArt X movie of the month: September 2018

October 02, 2018 - by: Rose

September may bring chill winds as fall descends, but it’s always hot at MetArt X, especially when it’s time to select your favorite movies of the month. It’s the best kind of tough decision, involving a lot of self-indulgent watching and pondering, all of it highly pleasurable.

And what a selection we had to choose from this month. Cute sexy blonde Zazie took my breath away in Mads Lie Helin’s “I Want Myself,” while fun and fabulous Lexie Fox was spellbinding in “Down On Me,” and irrepressible Asian babe Paula Shy was downright dirty and delicious in “Winter Tale.” Gorgeous brunette Nasita was irresistible in “Morning Selfies 2” from Alex Lynn, snapping some personal pics of her pretty pussy. And who could overlook vivacious Antonia Sainz in John Chalk’s “Bubble Time 2,” soaping up her sensational big jiggly breasts!

That’s some stiff competition, I know you’ll all agree, but here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Curvy cutie Foxy Salt made her movie debut in Antonio Clemens’ “Laid In Lust,” and the bootylicious beauty looks so desirable. There’s no frills or distracting plot, just Foxy, bare-ass naked beside the river, masturbating to orgasm, with some truly luscious close-ups. Super hot.

Alexis Crystal is an incredible girl – she brings so much charisma and sexual energy to her movies, and John Chalk’s “I Love MAX 2” is no exception, with a cute little story that really suits her personality. She’s checking out her own previous appearances on MetArt X, and naturally it inspires her to test drive her new dildo. Horny and uninhibited, she fingers her tight asshole as she fucks herself with the toy, in relentless pursuit of an intense orgasm – and Alexis always gets what she wants!

But my absolute favorite movie of the month is sexy Ivy Wolfe in Charles Lightfoot’s “No Word Needed.” The mesmerizing green-eyed babe is a born performer, lighting up to the camera in spectacular style. This American beauty has a perfect body and a sassy attitude; on each repeat viewing I notice another hot little moment as she strokes herself to an explosive climax, so I suspect she’s going to be a permanent fixture on my ‘favorites’ list!

So that’s my top three; what was your top MetArt X movie of September 2018?

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Date Night

September 24, 2018 - by: Naomi

Erotic fiction inspired by Hilary Wind in “Floral Mood

If you want to turn date night into something a little more exciting than the regular dinner, drinks and lights-out missionary fuck, why not be like me and get creative?

Date night is my domain, where I make the rules. This was my latest night out.

I took my man to a private club, members only, the kind of place where we could hire a room and not be disturbed. The owner was a friend of a friend, and allowed us to have a private function room, with a bar area, dance floor and seating area, all to ourselves after hours. Music was playing over the sound system, and there was plenty of room to dance, if we wanted. I sat my date down at the table, poured him a drink, kissed him and then pressed my finger to his lips, before he could speak.

I was wearing my come-fuck-me gold dress, so tight it clings to my ass like a second skin. So tight I know every pair of male eyes is watching me as I walk by. I wasn’t wearing anything else, though, nothing except my heels.

I left him sitting there and walked across the room like I was on a catwalk, every step calculated, each one taken to make my hips and ass wiggle inside my dress. When I got to the other side of the room I turned around to look at him. I could tell he was avidly paying attention from the way he was sitting, legs apart, as if his cock were watching me through his pants.

I gave him my most seductive smile, letting him know I wanted him too. Then I unzipped my dress down the back, letting it slip down to reveal my bare breasts. It was a good place to pose, standing up against a high-backed banquette. I arched my back and stuck out my ass invitingly, my dress clinging to my curves.

I bent over, peeling my dress down off my bottom as I went, sliding it down to my feet until I was standing there butt naked except for my sexy heels, smiling at him. I brushed my fingers over my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how smooth and soft it was.

I took a seat on the banquette and spread my thighs with a naughty smile as I started stroking my slit. I leaned back and dipped a finger into the wetness pooling there, staring right at him. I watched him shift in his seat, saw his cock grow hard in his pants. But he didn’t speak or move from his chair… good boy.

I pinched my nipples, felt them grow hard between my fingers, felt the mingled pleasure and pain of that pinch. It made my pussy tingle, my juices stir. He liked that, I could tell from the way he was tugging on the neck of his shirt. Now to make him love it.

I turned over in my seat, onto my knees, letting them slide apart as I grabbed the chair back. I could feel my ass cheeks parting, giving him the perfect view of my pussy, lips peeling open, juices trickling out between them.

I love getting fucked in this position, feeling his hard cock thrusting into me, as deep as it can go. I get wet thinking about it, picturing the way my man’s body slams up against my ass as he fucks me, the way he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them.

So I reached back and grabbed them myself, pulling them open for him, letting him feast his eyes on the sight of my tight asshole and juicy pussy. Damn, I was getting so wet and so turned on. Maybe I was getting off on this even more than he was. It took some control not to abandon my sexy show and just cram my fingers into my pussy like I would do if I were alone.

I lay down then, studying his reaction. He had his hand on his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. He couldn’t resist touching himself, wanting me. I wanted him too; but not yet. He had to watch me first.

I stroked my slit and pushed a finger inside my slippery hole, smearing pussy juice over it. Then I stood up and walked over to him, reveling in my nakedness. I leaned down, so low, as if I was about to reach down and grab his cock, and I fed my finger into his mouth. He licked it, sucked on it, tasting me.

“Dance with me,” I whispered, “and you can have your fill of my pussy when we’re done.”

Then I walked back to the banquette and put on my dress. I pointed the finger he had sucked on straight at him, beckoning him over, swaying to the music.

Date night is my night. I’m in control. Always.

 

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The Art of Sex

September 17, 2018 - by: Marie

Erotic Fiction inspired by Adel C in “Sweet Home 2

Sometimes it’s impossible to ignore the demands of your body, don’t you think? Though I try so hard to be a good girl, to favor intellectual pursuits over carnal pleasures, there are times when I just can’t ignore my own physical needs.

It’s funny how these desires come to me at the most unlikely times…

Only this morning I was sitting in my rocking chair, studying a heavy, hardback book on contemporary art, when a wave of carnality hit me. I tried to ignore it – this was not the time to be giving in to my body’s requests, I reasoned. My mind needed nourishment.

But my mind was having none of it. My mind presented some ideas of its own. Ideas in which studly men with erect cocks stood in front of me, like exhibits in a gallery, in various poses, each one offering a different sexual pleasure.

My mind had taken control and suddenly there I was, unbuttoning my shirt and toying with my nipples as the fantasy in my head played out. I was in a white walled gallery, alone but for the exhibits, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor. I was dressed as I was in reality, in a dark blouse and frilly pink panties.

In my fantasy, I was wearing headphones and listening to the commentary on the art in the room. Except it wasn’t art, and it wasn’t a commentary, it was like an audio menu that listed each stud in the room, told me their first name and what they could do for me.

Michael, for instance, was on his knees, hands out in front of him, bent forward just a little, his hard cock poised. “Michael will take you from behind,” the commentary said. “Get down on the floor in front of him on your hands and knees, then move backward until you can feel his penis against your vagina and he will begin.”

I put my book down on the floor and let my mind walk me around the room, introducing me to all the men in there as the commentary explained what sexual delights they provided.

My hand had wound its way into my panties and I was stroking my slit softly, eyes closed, feasting on the fantasy; my pussy getting wetter with every passing second.

In my head, I’d reached Trent. He was slender, youthful and cute, sitting cross-legged and hunched over, with his arms up and his face forward, head tilted and mouth open. “Take a seat in front of Trent,” the commentary said, “and he will eat your pussy for as long as you like.”

That was where I stopped, sitting and spreading my legs, just like I was at home. Instantly, I imagined Trent began to lap at my hole, his tongue probing my folds, flickering over my clit, dipping inside me. In reality my fingers were caressing my pussy and I was so wet, my juices spreading as my fingers roamed up and down my slit. I circled my clit, rubbing my cream over it, feeling it swell. It throbbed at the touch, responding to my waking dream, twitching as I imagined Trent’s tongue pressing up against it.

Then I moved off in my mind to another exhibit. Emilio was on his back, his rock-hard cock pointing straight up. “Turn your back on Emilio and sit down on his shaft. Ride him for all he’s worth,” the commentator said, and I did exactly as I was told. Now I was fingering my pussy so hard, two fingers deep inside me, imagining it was Emilio’s cock stretching me wide and plunging deep inside me.

I moved quickly to another cock, this one belonging to James, who was burly and muscular, kneeling with his knees wide apart so that his cock was close to the ground. I had lost the headphones now, but I knew what to do with James. I lay down on my side – both in reality and in my fantasy – and slid one leg beneath his balls, felt them dragging up the inside of my thigh as I moved into position. I raised one knee when his dick was nudging my ass and imagined him springing to life, entering me while I lay on my side like this, pounding into me to a steady rhythm. I enhanced the sexual fantasy with my own hand as I masturbated, slapping my palm against me as if it were James’s balls.

Time for Michael. I was on my knees, one hand reaching around my ass, fucking myself with my fingers. In my fantasy it was Michael drilling into me from behind, his hands on my hips, his sweat dripping from his chin and onto my asshole.

My excitement was increasing, in my head and in my home, feeling my orgasm building fast. As I came around my driving fingers, I fantasized that every exhibit in the room came too, surrounding me and jerking off over me, their cum coating my skin, spraying over my breasts, my face, my pussy and my ass.

It took some time for me to get up from the floor, and I just couldn’t find the will to return to my book then. I went out instead – to an art gallery.

“If I see any of those studs,” I thought as I walked through the door, “I’m going to fuck them right then and there and call it the greatest piece of art in the world!”

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Watching her fun

September 10, 2018 - by: Peter

Erotic Fiction inspired by Gracie in “Wild and Rough

I’d been at my folks’ country retreat for a week; recuperating they called it, I called it stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broken leg and nothing to do. Sure, the views were beautiful but there’s only so much looking a guy can do, right?

The one thing that broke the monotony of each day was catching a glimpse of the hot babe from the next homestead. Slim, sassy and tanned, I had no idea who she was but my imagination ran wild about her for days on end. She was a typical country girl, into riding, fresh air, good eating, and wild as they come – I’d settled on this image of her after days of fantasizing, anyway.

She walked by my place pretty much every day. I didn’t know where she was going, but she always came back around the same time in the afternoon. It had become a routine for me to watch her go by through the window in the morning, and then be out on the porch in the afternoon to catch sight of her on her way back. We’d reached a point where she would smile and wave at me and I would do the same. If I wasn’t stuck in a cast I would have made my move, but in this state the best I could do was smile and wave, smile and wave.

And then a couple of days before I was due to go home and get the cast off, she blew my mind. I was sitting in my usual spot on the porch, leg out in front of me, sipping on a cold one, watching her come up the hill through the trees and the parched grasses. She was looking sexy as ever in a simple shirt and denim shorts, and I let my mind wander once more, thinking about all the things I would love to do with her.

By the time she looked up at me, I had a sizable boner in my pants. I waved down at her and she stopped and put her hands on her hips, gazing up at me and smiling. It seemed like she was trying to decide on something, and then her eyes lit up as if she’d made her decision.

She started to move around, swaying her hips, playing with her shirt, still looking up at me, still smiling. I couldn’t believe it. Was this hot cutie really about to do what I thought she was about to do?

She froze for a moment with her shirt lifted up just beneath her titties and stared right at me, serious. Then she tied her shirt up over her belly and leaned back against a tree. Her hands moved to her breasts and she grabbed them and gave them a squeeze.

My boner was as hard as my cast right then. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I thought stuff like this was straight up fantasy. But now I was looking down the grassy hill watching this stunning babe getting down under a clear blue sky, and it was all for me. Was she going to come up the hill and fuck me? I couldn’t move from my seat even if I wanted to…

She started swaying like she was dancing in a club, grinding her hips. It was so damned sexy. In all the weeks that I had been stuck in this cast I had never wanted to be out of it so badly. Then she stood up straight, raised her hands to her shirt and looked right at me again. Her fingers pulled her shirt up higher until I was staring at her naked titties, so perky and tanned.

She smiled again and blew me a kiss, then turned around and wiggled her ass. She tugged her shorts in tight between her cheeks and leaned up against the tree, bent over. Man, if I had been down there, I would have been grabbing that ass and pulling those shorts down to press my dick up against her pussy; but all I could do was watch.

Facing me again, she leaned back against her tree and unzipped her shorts, pushing her hand inside. I watched her fumble around, obviously playing with her pussy, fervently wishing it was my hand in there, my fingers gliding through her juicy folds, feeling her pussy getting wet.

She had her head down and her eyes closed, lost in sensation, but then she opened them and looked up at me and tugged her shorts aside. I could see her pussy! It was shaved except for a tuft of pubic hair above her clit.

I watched dumbstruck as she ran a finger over her slit, traced it up to her clit and rubbed herself gently. I watched intently, not wanting to miss a single detail from this distance, as she crooked a finger and pushed it right inside her pussy.

I was transfixed as she pulled off her shirt and shorts, smiling at me the whole time, obviously enjoying the look of disbelief on my face. She was so gorgeous, tan lines making her beautiful breasts and pussy stand out as if highlighted, hair blowing around in the gentle breeze. 

Slowly, she turned around for me, leaned into the tree and bent over, one hand on her ass cheek, pulling herself open. Her fingers crawled over her ass and made for her pussy, finding her lips and peeling them apart. Damn, I could see the inner pink so clearly now, glistening wet. If I’d been able to move I’d have vaulted over the porch and rolled down the hill to her feet, broken leg or not.

She sat down and leaned back against the base of the tree, looking up at me, with her knees apart and her hand stroking her pussy. I didn’t know what to do. Should I take out my cock and start to jerk off, or was I just meant to sit and watch?

I didn’t want to scare her off so I just sat there and enjoyed the show. She was teasing her pussy, fingertips tracing her slit, stroking her clit, flicking it softly as she watched me, brushing the hair from her face. She must has known she was driving me wild, because she would stroke her fingers down over her plump lips and dip them inside, just for a moment, then pull them out and stroke the wetness all over her clit again. Her head would tip backwards and her mouth would drop open every time she did it, and I so badly wanted to pull out my cock and jerk off.

She stood up and used both hands to hold her pussy open, one finger rubbing up and down her slit, getting it wet. Then she thrust her finger deeper, rocking her hips like she was riding it, and I saw her shudder with an orgasm, but just a small one, like the first of a whole chain of climaxes. My cock would give her a much bigger orgasm than that, I was thinking, imagining that sweet, hot, tight slit wrapped around my boner.

And then just as fast as it had started, it was over. She looked up at me, sucked her juice off her finger, and then got dressed rapidly, giggling. I wanted to yell down at her to wait, but I just couldn’t make a sound, even as she gave me one last wave and skipped away through the grass. I watched until she was out of sight, then pulled out my cock and beat off, replaying the whole thing in my mind.

She didn’t come by again before I left, but now I’ve had the cast removed I’m hoping that if I ever see her again, I’ll be invited to play a much more active role…

 

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MetArt X movie of the month: August 2018

August 31, 2018 - by: Rose

August 2018 began as it meant to go on here at MetArt X – hella sexy! Whatever your preference, be it sweet blondes, stunning redheads or sultry brunettes, it seems like there was a dream girl perfectly designed by nature to blow your mind.

Big-boobed blonde Aislin, for example, turned bath time into an erotic exploration of sexual ecstasy in a tub filled with glitter and water, in "Dont Blame Me." Then there was irresistibly cute Lexie Fox with the come to bed blue eyes, her stiff nipples alone making “Red Impulse” compelling viewing. Redhead Adel C looked so damned fiery and fuckable in her spectacles in “Sweet Home 2,” and don’t even get me started on Alice Shea in “Selfie” – this girl certainly makes passes at girls who wear glasses! And that’s to take nothing away from flexible gymnast Mirabella in “Curvy,” or seductive Sybil A in her see-through white lingerie in “Boujee,” both of whom deserved to be watched on repeat. But, as ever, I’ve chosen my personal – and entirely subjective – top three, for no other reason than that thinking about it is a whole lot of fun…

Gorgeous American blonde Ivy Wolfe has a pretty face and a sensational ass, and in Charles Lightfoot’s “Innuendo” you can tell she’s enjoying every second of her sexy display. She looks amazing in her skimpy lace dress, and even more amazing bending over the bed in just her panties. Her dark nipples are so erect they could cut glass, the way she moves her body is mesmerizing, and when she strokes herself to orgasm it’s utterly delicious to watch.

Don Caravaggio’s “Just Me” is delightfully simple, focusing all your attention on lovely brunette Sabrisse A. She doesn’t waste any time before licking her fingers and teasing her nipples stiff, then plunging her hand into her panties to rub herself. She’s not only a beautiful girl, she’s also very overtly sexual and uninhibited, pleasuring her perfect body with great intensity. Her neat little trimmed bush is very cute too.

But my absolute favorite this month is Kay J in Alex Lynn’s “Prepare To Night 2.” It’s the first time we’ve seen the spellbinding brunette in a movie here, and it was well worth the wait. Kay has such a sweet and adorable look but she suddenly appears so much more mature and womanly, all dressed up and ready to party. What a tempting sight those luscious curves are. When she turns around and opens her dress to masturbate, it feels like you’re actually there with her, waiting for her to get ready and then deciding that she can take all the time in the world if it means you can watch her play with her pussy!

So that’s my top three; what was your favorite MetArt X movie of August 2018?

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Her sexy home movie

August 28, 2018 - by: Michael

Erotic fiction inspired by Riley Anne in “Cheer Moves

My girl Riley Anne knows how to treat me right. She knows that when I’m away following my football team I’ll still be thinking about her. And she knows the best way to my heart is through my cock.

If I’m away for a day or two, she’ll make sure to send me off in the morning with a blowjob or something equally ball draining, but last week she wasn’t going to be around the morning I left and I shut the door on our home that day with my balls hanging heavy.

Then I got a message from her about two hours into my journey.

 I made a film for you baby, so you don’t forget me xxx

There was an attachment, a video. A big one, too, because my cellphone refused to download it quickly. I had to wait until I got to my hotel room before I could get some decent wi-fi and check it out, and I’m glad I did.

I flicked it on and there she was, my Riley Anne, dressed as a cheerleader and looking so damned sexy I got hard straight away. Good job I’d brought my special cable as I was able to plug my phone into the TV and watch the homemade movie on the big screen.

She had her blonde hair tied in two pigtails over her shoulders, a pair of white sneakers and some cute little white socks on. Then there was the red and white sleeveless cheerleading top and the instant hard-on making pleated red skirt with the white trim that only reached halfway down her thighs.

She’d set the camera up on our porch back home and I watched as she walked out of our house and smiled that smile she wears whenever she’s horny. Leaning against the wall, she lifted her skirt to show me her pristine white cotton panties, turning this way and that. I felt like I was back in college getting treated to my first blowjob, it was that fucking sexy.

Riley didn’t waste time. Off came her top in an instant and then with one more sweet and sexy smile, she turned around, bent over the bench and lifted her skirt. With her feet apart, I could see her panties, the way they cut between her ass cheeks and were pressed tight up against her asshole and pussy.

I should have been on my way to the game by then, but Riley’s video had captured my attention. I sat on the hotel bed and took my cock in my hand as I watched her roll those cotton panties down her thighs, revealing her pussy neatly trimmed, shaved around her slit but with a little blonde fuzz above her clit.

That perfect ass of hers was mesmerizing up on the screen, so sexy and round, with a puckered asshole and a pink slit that I have always loved to suck on, especially from behind. She hadn’t said a word, she’d just used her sexy smile and her big doe eyes to drive me wild for her – I was actually thinking about going straight home to fuck her at that point!

Riley lay back on the bench, then she opened her legs and looked up at the camera, her fingers stroking her beautiful body. She ran them over her titties and tweaked her nipples, looked up again and sent them down to her pubic hair, combing through it, the tips of her fingers nudging her clit.

I could have sworn I heard her moan just a little, then she got up on her knees on the bench and bent over the back of it. Man, what a shot! Her hand snaked between her thighs and she started rubbing at her pussy, two fingers sliding between her lips, slipping over her hole. I could see her getting wet, could feel my cock getting harder and harder, and I started matching my speed to hers.

She sat back down and looked right at me with her legs wide open, two fingers winding her clit around and around. It was getting too much for her. She looked like she was beyond the teasing me stage and right into the getting herself off stage as she lay back on the bench and lifted one foot up, resting it so that she was wide open and free to masturbate hard.

I watched her make her clit sing as she squeezed her tit with her free hand, the camera capturing it all. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open – the same mouth that had sucked hungrily on my cock many a time, the same mouth that she had jerked me off into less than a week ago.

I could hear she was close to orgasm, she was making those same little sharp intakes of breath she always does, and I was close to it myself. I held off just long enough to watch her finish, but the moment she looked up at me and smiled was the moment I couldn’t hold back any longer and I shot my load right across the hotel room floor. I sat there, breathing hard as I watched her walk up to the camera and bend over to blow me a kiss, then the screen went blank and I came to my senses.

I missed the first ten minutes of the game, but I think it was worth it. It was definitely worth coming home early to find her waiting for me in exactly the same costume…

 

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If you’re a fan of beautiful redheads, you’re sure to be devoted to gorgeous Adel C, a cute Latvian babe with a pretty, freckled face, a sensational body – check out that amazing ass! – and long, naturally curly red hair. The stunning sweetheart is a big star on our sister site Viv Thomas, where she drives us all wild in her hot girl-girl movies, so it’s delightful to see her taking center stage here at MetArt X.

After a hiatus of several months, Adel made a sensational return last week in Vicente Silva’s “Sweet Home 2.” She looks studious at first in her glasses, but soon casts them aside, opening her shirt to reveal her perfect breasts. Her hand slides into her panties, then tugs them aside as she begins to pleasure herself with great intensity… a delicious sight.

“My favorite part of my body is my hair,” the sexy 23-year-old revealed in a video interview for Viv Thomas. “I’m not an exhibitionist, but I do sometimes watch my own movies. I enjoy looking at the models. I think it’s more like art, not just the naked body. I really enjoy what I do.”

Asked about her personality, she continues, “I am romantic. I think I’m funny, but I’m shy when I meet people for the first time. Maybe I’m a little bit introverted. But I can be dominant too...”

And if you want to know what turns her on: “I like smart guys, I think that’s most important. That’s the kind of girls I like too. The most bizarre place I had sex was at midnight on the beach where there were no people. But I don’t know if I have any sexual fantasy left, because every time I make a movie with girls I do something new!”

No doubt we all have plenty of fantasies left for Adel to fulfil, though…

 

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