I survived Round Sixxxxx!

And y'know, second place ain't so bad.  Especially when the winning piece was penned by the lovely and talented May Deva.  You can read her winning entry here.

The challenge was to use the word fortune.  Ms. Alison was nice enough to up our word count to 750, but just because there were more, didn't make it any less of a challenge.

Again, I kind of went a different way from most of the entries (all of which were amazing!)  Read them all at Trollop With A Laptop.

Museum Piece

He stood  gazing in lust at the radiant figure standing on the pedestal at the front of the museum.  She stood perfectly still, her dark hair shining under the lights, her skin warmed by the glow of the fortune in jewels she had displayed over her body.

Everybody admired her dedication, not moving for blocks of minutes at a time.  And when she did move, it was a fluid gesture, bringing the jewels around to another angle to display them better; a living advertisement for the exhibit inside.  Most patrons only watched for a minute or two.

Not Daniel.  He had stood watching her for hours, his jacket held in front of him disguising a rather obvious bulge in his pants.  For what he’d discovered, what others would if they’d only take the time to, was that this goddess before him was naked, save for the shiny baubles worth millions that adorned her skin.

Layer upon layer of necklaces hung around her graceful neck.  The hammered gold looked ancient, the stones colours not found in today’s palettes.  The chain fell so that bronze links circled her nipples, little erect pebbles of flesh that quivered when she moved.

Rings of all shapes and sizes rested on long tapered fingers.  Daniel tried to discreetly adjust his hard on as he imagined how those fingers would feel encircling his cock.  How soft they would be as they ran up and down his shaft. 

She shifted again, the floodlights catching the multi-layered belt hugging her hips, drawing attention to the gorgeous diamond embedded in her navel.  Hanging from the very centre were three sun medallions in descending sizes.  They swung from side to side, revealing a smooth bikini line. 

He moved closer, trying hard to catch a glimpse of what it covered.  As he stood there, his eyes captivated, he caught a slight giggle and looked up to find amusement in her eyes.  She still stared straight ahead, but he knew that she was laughing at him. 

Her plump, scarlett lips curled minutely, and she ever so slightly shook her hips.  The suns continued swaying and Daniel got what he wanted - a glimpse of a freshly shaven, smooth, perfect pussy. 

“Oh you’re so bad you know that aren’t you princess?” Daniel murmured, his tone so low she had to strain to hear him above the background noises.  His eyes stroked her from head to toe, hungrily examining long tanned legs, and toned abs. 

He walked around her, examining the pure gold chainmaille apron that barely covered her ass cheeks.  Glancing around, noticing the security guards attention was elsewhere, he slid a finger up her crack, tickling her puckered hole.  Her cheeks clenched together, and he felt her tremble.  Smirking, he ran his finger down the back of her knee.

He moved back around to the front of her.  “You’re getting off on this aren’t you?  Knowing that you’re naked under those jewels, that anyone can tell if they take the time to look?  Showing off that pretty, pretty body of yours?”

His voice grew huskier.  “You enjoy knowing that guys are walking around with hard-ons for hours because of you.  Maybe you think about them going into the men’s room stall and beating off until they come on themselves.”

He got closer to her cunt, sniffing.  “I can smell you.   You are dying for one of those hard cocks right now.”   He licked his lips, observing a thin line of moisture drip down the inside of her thigh.

                                                                                                                                                                                    

“I can see your clit sweetheart.  It’s sitting there, begging to be licked.  I’d take the tip of my tongue, flick it gently, run my tongue between those lips and lick at your sweet juices until you beg me to stop. “ Her thighs trembled and he chuckled.

“Or maybe I’d just step up behind you, pull out my stiff prick and run that up and down your slit instead.  Tease you a little before fucking you slowly, all those pretty jewels bouncing off your tits.  I’d reach around, play with your clit, see how long it takes before that stoic smile on your mouth melts into a panting, hot hole of desire.  I wonder how long it would take you to beg me to let you come. “

He lightly flicked her clit with his finger before hopping down and noticed that she shuddered more visibly. 

“Enjoy the rest of your shift honey.  See you at home.”

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