Paying a Commission(Rachel Elizabeth Dare from Percy Jackson).
All artists end up as their own worst critic at the end of the day. Rachel Elizabeth Dare paces back and forth. The red-hair girl chews down on her lip in a nervous way. The very important and rich man she did a portrait is about to show up. And her mind bombards with a number of very frustrating and hard thoughts.
'What if it's not good,' she bemoans to herself with a couple of deep sighs coming through her body. 'It has to be good, all of the time, but what if it's not up to his standards.'
Rachel presses the soles of her boots into the carpet and hears the sound of a door shooting. She chances a glance outside of the door. Her palms heighten with sweat for a few seconds.
'Okay, relax, just imagine him in his underwear.'
Her mind drifts to imagine her employer in a whole lot less. The twenty-year old Artist's eyes flush over. She snaps back and vows to remain professional. Just in time to see a handsome man appearing with features chiseled out of stone. He resembles a Greek God and Rachel wonders sometimes about that fact.
"Hey, Doctor Potter!" Rachel calls in a chipper voice.
"Rachel, I told you to call me Harry," he tells her.
"Right," she says, shifting in nervousness. "Well, you're here to see your painting, the one you paid a lot of money for…and the one I really did try my best in doing, so I'm not sure if you're like it, but we won't know until you see it, right?"
Harry gives her a smile which sends all of the tension going to her loins. It does not help at all the number of times Rachel wakes up with sticky sheets after a particularly powerful and imaginary encounter with this man who she spent a lot of time with, getting right, and framing his portrait. It inspires her in some twisted way.
The portrait is revealed. Harry studies the portrait, which brings out his chiseled features. His black hair sticks out in the portrait just as much as it does in real life. His green eyes shine and it shows him standing there with a smile on his face. There's a hint of allure in the eyes and a smile which makes most women wet where it counts.
Harry whistles when looking at the portrait. Rachel throws her hands down.
"Good whistle, or bad whistle?"
He looks over her with a smile which matches the one in the portrait. Harry puts a hand on the shoulder of the frustrated artist and makes her once again shift.
"Relax, you've done an excellent job," Harry answers. "I won't deny there's room for improvement. And I think you know that there is….but there's a lot of people who struggle with getting my eyes the right shade of green .And you've done a good job in getting them the closest anyone's going to get them."
"Really?"
Her confident boosts up a little bit. Honestly speaking, those eyes gave Rachel fits for days and days. He brushes his hands against Rachel's wrist and pulls her closer towards him.
"It's going to be hung in a place of honor where all of the people who go through Horizon can see your work," Harry answers. "You'll be known for a while and this could be the big break you've been waiting for."
"Thank you!" Rachel yells throwing her arms around him. "So, that means you like it?"
"Well, I hang only the best in the lobby," Harry tells her. "And you should keep it up. You're going to get a lot of bumps on the way, but…."
Without any hesitation, Rachel tightens the hug around him. She realizes this might be considered a bit unprofessional. Yet, Harry's arms tighten around her and restrain her towards him. Rachel makes no efforts to break free from Harry or his grip around her waist.
"It's just the matter of the rest of your payment," Harry tells her.
"It's…it's not a big deal," Rachel remarks with a small flicker of energy coming between them. "You know…I'm just happy to help you out and get you the best portrait possible. And you paid me already, sir…Mr. Potter….Harry?"
Harry says nothing and only cups her face. Rachel wonders if this is the part where she gets taken on a thrill ride and then wakes up having to wash her bedsheets again. Harry's right hand cups her face and his left hand moves down to the small of the back bringing her in close to him.
"Such good work requires a substantial bonus."
He leans in and kisses her firmly on the lips. Rachel freezes for a second and then returns the kiss. She explores Harry's muscular arms and then goes down his back. She daringly even squeezes his ass. Harry's hands wrapping around her is the same thing.
Harry smiles when the attractive artist returns the kiss. Her pent up emotions pop over to the surface. Harry reaches in to unbutton her jacket and slide it off her body. Rachel's white tank top is slightly splattered with bits of paint. This does not distract from the fact her nipples stick out from her top.
"Let me arrange for the bonus part of your commission," Harry tells her.
She slides back onto the couch and Harry slides her jeans off of her body. Her legs spread to show a pair of red panties underneath. Harry touches her between her legs and makes Rachel leap up halfway off of the bed. His fingers keep dancing against her mound.
"Oh, I think I'm going to enjoy my bonus," she breaths.
"We've just barely begun with the payment process."
Her panties come off to reveal her pussy. Rachel soaks the couch with Harry leaning down between her legs. He tastes the inside of her thighs to get the juices. Harry speeds up his movement with tongue dancing against the entrance to Rachel's heavenly box. The sent allures Harry for a few seconds before he drives himself inside of her tongue first.
Rachel holds onto the back of her lovers head. The oral attentions she receives are more intense with anything she's ever received by her own fingers. Harry's fingers keep dancing on her thighs and making her rise up and down with a couple of fluid motions.
She throws her head back and cums all over his face. Harry rises up just in time to kiss Rachel and make her taste her own juices off of his mouth and lips. Rachel sucks on his lower lip and sighs.
Harry now pushes underneath her top and gropes her breasts. Rachel throws her hips up and grinds up against him. His cock pushes through his pants.
"Why don't I help you a little bit, boss?" Rachel asks with a grin on her face. "I think I should look at some true art up close."
She makes sure Harry's on the couch and she undoes his pants. Boxers come off next and Harry's massive cock springs out in front of Rachel's line of sight. She wraps a hand around it and pushes it up and down. She plays with his cock and balls for a second before planting a kiss on it.
The artist manipulates Harry's cock with a few pumps. Harry looks down to her and smiles.
"You're looking to paint your face, are you?"
Rachel's lips ensnare Harry's crown for a second and she grabs the base of his cock. She pumps him up and down to increase the tension in him. His presence guides her to do amazing things to him and keep playing with the older man's stiff prick.
"Good, good," Harry groans as her soft hand caresses him all the way.
"I'm going to get a big payment, aren't I?" Rachel asks him with a couple of intense pumps. His balls give way to her ministrations.
Harry grunts when shifting his cock up towards her. Rachel's hand works him over. She sucks on him a little bit before returning back and grabbing the underside of his balls. She squeezes Harry and ensures his manhood pops up from this particular position on the bed.
"The biggest!" Harry confirms with the loudest grunt. "Right on your face if you're not careful!"
The tension leaves way and Harry's exploding cock paints Rachel's face with his cum. He covers her face with white-hot semen. Each explosion sends more cum in her face and hair and dribbling down her messed up shirt. Rachel jerks him off to ensure every drop of cum. She moves in to taste the final few blasts.
Rachel licks his cock to get some of the dribbling cum off of the bed. She looks him right in the eye while sucking him and making sure his cock is nice and hard.
"You're too good to me, Harry," she tells him. "I'm going to have to do more projects for you if this is your idea of payment."
Rachel turns herself away from Harry and bends over at the table. Those strong hands grab Rachel's hips and position her against the table.
"I'll keep you in mind. But I'm not finished with you yet."
Tiny touches bring Rachel's mind into a never ending cascade of lust the more Harry works her over. He keeps her going with several more touches. Rachel bites down on her lip.
Harry pushes himself against her. He makes sure Rachel is nice and ready for instruction, to take her. Harry touches her body and causes her liquids to pool all over the floor.
Rachel grasps the edge of the coffee table just as Harry parts her lips and slides into her. The first half of his massive member parts her. Rachel grabs the intruding organ hard. Harry returns fire by pulling out of her and then driving into her sending a little bit more.
"You're getting a bonus," Harry groans. "Are you enjoying your bonus?"
Each pump drives Rachel insane. Her legs wobble and it takes more effort to grab on the table without her hands shaking. Harry holds her up straight to properly hammer home his payment bonus for the commission.
"Yes, sir!" Rachel breathes. "Mmmm!"
The tension inside of the frustrated artist increases. Upon an orgasm this big, Rachel braces herself to wake up in her bed. Harry drives his cock inside of her clenching womanhood. Her toes curl, and Rachel's explosion comes very close.
She gushes all over Harry while he stretches her insides. Her tightening walls hug Harry. Two sacks of flesh slap against her. Rachel closes her eyes and snaps them open preparing to wake up in her bed.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare is still bent over the coffee table. A cock still works its way through her orgasm riding it out and working her slowly to another. She's still awake which means only one thing and one thing alone. She hardly can even muster up the energy.
'Not a dream. Oh, gods, not a dream.'
The tightness in his lover only increases the deeper Harry plants himself inside of her. He pulls almost out of her. Harry smiles, aware of all of the erotic dreams she's had. As Aphrodite's champion, it's hard not to be aware of such things. Harry makes all of her dreams come through in reality. The latest orgasm coming from Rachel fuels Harry.
Rachel's hands slip off of the table and she almost falls to the ground. Harry holds her and gives Rachel time for her hands to move to the carpet. He never once breaks his momentum and shifts her into a wheelbarrow position before fucking her that way.
The soft, gurgling moans of his latest lover indicate that Rachel's still with it. And Harry remains with her every step of the way. He keeps driving inside of her.
"Oh, you're so close again?" Harry asks. "Don't worry, baby, it's not a dream. This is real, and I am fucking you. And that's what you really want, is it?"
"YES!"
She tightens around Harry with a couple of hard thrusts inside. Harry pulls closer out of her and then jams himself deep inside of her. Harry holds the grip inside of her and then keeps up the process until he's almost finishes inside of her.
Not until Rachel finishes first though. The girl presses her face against the carpet. Sweat and drying up cum coat it, it was a long time since Harry splattered all over her face. And each orgasm she receives drives in the reality. Harry teases her with touches in between them to get her motor running again. And then Harry plants himself harder inside of her.
Harry's drive increases to anoint her with her seed. His throbbing balls come close to bursting the deeper he slams into Rachel. Harder, faster, with a growing feeling rising in him.
"And now, here's your tip!" Harry groans.
Harry plants himself deep inside Rachel. Each push makes his balls grow even stiffer. He pulls out of her and then drives himself inside of her one more time. He holds on for the ride.
The two lovers cum together, with several blasts of cum firing into Rachel's body. She lets it all out with a high-pitched cry of fulfillment the deeper Harry pushes inside of her body. He bathes her with his seed and empties a huge load inside of her cum.
Harry finishes riding her, feeling the warmth of her. He gets a boost of power. Weeks, she's had a lot of tension, then again most artists, writers, and musicians did. And Harry is able to relieve her of this to a great reward on his part.
Rachel finally collapses onto the ground. Harry reaches down to help her up and help her down the hallway into the bathroom to clean up.
"It's been a pleasure doing business for you."
She holds tightly onto Harry as he carries her to the shower. "Anytime."
End.
Next Chapter: 1/10/2018.