Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Hello

I should have known things were going to be complicated when the manager of my apartment building sucked my cock. At the time I was just excited but looking back I guess I should have been concerned. I mean, Ms. Nuit is so beautiful and I had been staring at her large brown breasts the entire time we talked. When she pushed me up against the door in that bare apartment and unzipped my pants, I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Dwayne and I am a sculptor. Not a professional one or anything. I used to sculpt in college till I dropped out. I love making things out of solid stone. A solid block of stone looks so ugly and lifeless but once you start chipping away at it, you unlock what is trapped inside. People would say I was great at making beautiful things but I didn’t make anything. I just let it out.

So I haven’t sculpted since college and I finally got a job that pays enough for me to get my own place. Living by myself is attractive, but I felt like I should do something with all that extra freedom. I mean, having a fridge to myself is one thing, but having an entire living room to myself seems like an opportunity that shouldn’t be wasted.

I decided I wanted to get back to sculpting. In the past I made small things like cats or butterflies. This time I want to do something big. I want to do a life sized woman. I know I won’t be making a Medea de Milo but it will be mine. In fact, that’s why I am starting this blog so I can record my progress and maybe encourage myself to keep sculpting now that things have gotten a little complicated.

I’ve been in this apartment for a week and I haven’t even gone shopping for the stone yet. How sad is that? On the other hand, Ms Nuit has taken my come three times in those seven days. I don’t feel right complaining about that. Okay, maybe a little.

It started when I applied for an apartment here. I can’t exactly tell you which apartment it is but it is located in midtown Atlantica. The rent should have been extremely high but there was an advertisement in the paper that had a price range I could swing. It was so low, I thought for sure it had to be a mis print. I called and Ms Nuit assured me personally that the price was correct for those who qualified. I asked what the qualifications were and she said that she could explain better in person and arranged an appointment for me.

You know, that should have been my first warning.

I came to the apartments on a Sunday morning. The woman who waited on me smirked when I said I had an appointment but I thought it was because of my low quality clothes. I had worked the morning shift and my shirt was covered in strands of fabric. I looked poor. Hell, I felt poor and when she smirked at me, I thought for sure that there was no way I could afford to live here.

I forgot about that when I saw Ms. Nuit. She was so dark. Her skin was the color of rich coffee while her hair was the night. She wore a red blouse that squeezed together her breasts and offered them like desserts. I can’t remember if she was wearing pants or a skirt because all I could see were those delicious brown mountains. The only thing bright about her was her fingernails. They were painted white, flashing in the light like steel.

“You must be Dwayne,” she said. She offered me her hand and I took it.

“I am,” I said. “I have to say, Ms Nuit, as lovely as these apartments are, I hope I qualify.”

“We shall see,” she said. “But first let’s go to look at the apartment.”

We took the elevator. Up and up we went, climbing past floors filled with people who make more money than me. The elevator is so much smaller when you share it with a beautiful woman. She had a perfume that was almost spicy.

We reached the top floor. Ms. Nuit led me down a narrow hallway to my a dead end. She opened the door and the first thing I saw was the wide open living room space. It would make a perfect studio.

“Like it,” Ms Nuit asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“The higher floors are always the hardest to keep occupied,” she said. “The view of the city makes some people naseous. The wind is really strong when you are up this high. Also, the window cleaners work at night, and their footsteps wake up the lightest sleepers. It can be difficult to keep any tenants for long so I have certain allowances for making sure they stay filled.”

I walked around while Ms Nuit followed me. There was a kitchen, a single bedroom and a bathroom. The living room was large but it also doubled as a dining area. There was a deck but it was very small and the door handle was freezing to the touch. It was perfect.

“What kind of allowances?” I asked.

Ms Nuit pushed me up against the patio door. Her sharp nails cut through my shirt with the force of her push. I almost said something, but she was so close to me and I could see right down her dark cleavage. It was like staring into a mammary abyss and I was mesmerized.

“A pretty boy like you could easily afford a place like this,” Ms Nuit purred.

I felt my pants zipper being pulled down. Sharp nails reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. I felt a momentary embarrassment at how hard I was.

“How?” I foolishly asked.

Ms Nuit dropped down to her knees. She pulled my pants down violently. My cock brushed against her cheek and I trembled.

That’s when she grabbed my balls with those harsh unforgiving nails. I cried out and my voice sounded so lonely in the abandoned apartment. Sharp nails enclosed my balls so tightly that if I moved even an inch, they would cut me. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh, I think you more than qualify,” she said. I tried to think of a response but that was when she took my cock into her mouth. All of my cock disappeared into her mouth where her hungry tongue was waiting. Her lips sealed around me, trapping my cock within her. I could feel her hot breath against my groin as she consumed me.

I moved my hands to her hair. I just wanted to touch that night black hair. As soon as I moved, she pulled me out of her mouth and her grip tightened on my balls. The nails bit without mercy.

“Hands by your side,” Ms Nuit commanded. “This is for your rent, not for your entertainment.”

I put my hands back on the cold door. The sting of the cold was forgotten as my cock was pulled back into the heat of Ms. Nuit’s warm mouth. Her tongue lashed at my cock, flicking and teasing all along my length. She tasted every ridge, every vein and every inch of my cock. I was hers to devour.

After an eternity in the furnace of her mouth, she pulled her mouth away. Her fingers replaced her lips and she jacked my cock with the same intensity. I was slick from all her spit and her hand glided so smoothly over my cock. Ms Nuit pumped my cock like she owned it, which I guess she did.

She didn’t stop using her mouth. My cock was aimed right at her lips. On occasion her tongue was dart out and take a lick of my cockhead. It always made me shiver, which just caused her nails to tighten around my balls. It also made her laugh.

I wish I had the sculpting skills to show what I saw during that handjob. Looking down, I saw Ms Nuit’s hand gripped around my cock, pointing at her lovely face and red lips. Below my cock stretched the canyon of her black breasts. Oh how I wanted to dive down into that forbidden softness.

“Oh,” I groaned, unable to contain myself any longer.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Then give me your first payment here,” she said. She pulled her lips away and pointed my cock downward towards her breasts. I groaned as she pulled my hard cock down but I kept my position despite the discomfort. I knew better than to move when I was so close to climaxing.

Ms Nuit made sure my cock was inches away from touching her breasts. She pointed me right at her cleavage. I looked down and could almost feel how soft and warm they would be around my cock. The entire time I was fantasizing, Ms Nuit was stroking my cock till I could take no more.

“Yes!” I cried. My orgasm made my knees shake. My come shot into her cleavage, disappearing into dark brown fissure. My seed went deep into where I may never go.

That’s pretty good for a first despot,” Ms Nuit said. She stood up and adjusted her jacket. I could only imagine how my come felt against her skin.

“So I have the place?” I asked.

“As long as you keep your payments up,” she said.

She has made sure of that so far. Three more time she has taken my come in the week that I have been here. She comes over when I get home from work. While I am tired and sore, she pushes me up against the wall. Her nails, lips and tits take from me until I shoot myself back into her lovely tits.

I’m never going to get any carving done at this rate.