Moch gave us an intriguing assignment. Create a painting depicting minute motion. As examples he mentioned the blink of an eye and a clock with no second hand, and then he showed us a sketch, which, though I couldn’t make heads or tails of it, seemed sexy as fuck. I was inspired.

So I called Alyssa and asked if she’d come over to help with the project. “Wear a V-necked dress with nothing under it,” I specified. She agreed, warily, I thought.

When she arrived, I explained the nature of the project.

“Minute motion?” she questioned. “I don’t get it.”

I showed her a photo of Moch’s sketch.

“I still don’t get it,” she said.

“That’s okay, all you have to do is model.”

I had her kneel on the plush posing block. “Now, I need you to pull your dress down over your breast, but as slowly as possible. Don’t yank it. Try to catch the nipple so there’s this little quiver when the nipple is released.”

“How is that minute motion?” Alyssa asked. “Is it because I have small breasts and big nipples?”

“Partly,” I said.

“Left or right?” she asked.

“Left,” I said.

“How come?”

“Cuz it’s nearer your heart.”

Alyssa pulled down her breast. I videoed it. I had her do it four or five times.

“Is it not working? Should I try the right one?” she asked.

“No, it’s working fine, even though you did the wrong breast. Does it turn you on at all?”

Alyssa frowned. “Is it supposed to?”

I shrugged. “It turns me on.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Now let’s do the second part.”

“I didn’t know there would be two parts.”

“Just lie back and don’t worry about it.”

Alyssa lay back. I arranged he dress so her pussy was bare.

“Okay, now touch yourself,” I said. “Do it as slowly as possible.”

She hesitated.

“Do it!” I commanded.

I videoed while Alyssa touched herself.

After a minute or so, Alyssa asked, “Do you want me to like come?”

“That would be good,” I said.

“I don’t know if I can,” she said. “This is kind of embarrassing.”

“Maybe you just need to be primed,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll show you.”

With the camera still running, I knelt beside her and fastened my lips to her nipple. I tightened my lips and flicked my tongue rapidly. While sucking her tit I pushed my middle finger into her cunt, curled my finger up, and pressed as hard and fast as I could. So much for minute motions.

But it worked. Alyssa gasped and gushed, her cunt clenching my finger again and again until her orgasm abated. I backed away. I moved her hand to her cunt. “Slowly,” I said.

She touched herself. Her cunt opened and, slow as slow could be, girl juice seeped out.

“Perfect, I said, watching her cunt open and close and more and more of her girl cum flowing out like lava.

“Too much,” she said, putting her palm over her cunt. “Too much, too much, too much!”

I pulled her hand away, yanked off her dress, lifted her by her hips, pressed my face to her middle, and devoured her. She thrashed and thrashed, but I wouldn’t be denied.

Her body continued to jerk after I’d stopped. I hurried to her mouth and kissed her and she returned the kiss and I pushed several fingers into her cunt, causing her to come again.

Finally we lay still and an hour or ten passed.

“Did you get what you need?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “For the time being.”