She said she wanted to see the new erotic art the gallery was featuring, but she preferred a private showing. I was only too happy to oblige.

Owning your own art gallery is a pretty risky business. The art world is fickle and so are the buyers, but when you have a hot show on your hands, it makes it all worthwhile. My current exhibit of erotic art was a real pick-me-up for my flagging sales, and it was pretty easy on the eyes all day long too. Let me tell you, when you’re looking at naked women — some of them even tied up in very imaginative positions — you keep a hard-on all day long.

This one day the gallery was empty and I sat behind my desk where no one could see me rubbing my rock-hard dick through my pants and daydreaming about the luscious babes that hung on the wall coming to life. The phone rang at that moment and jangled me out of my masturbating reverie.

The sultry voice on the other end of the line asked if it would be possible to view the entire collection in private, after the gallery was closed to the public. All I could think about was if the face and body of this woman were anything like her voice, I might do most of the looking. We set up an appointment for that evening, and I was curious to see my mystery woman, who had not given her name. A few minutes before seven, a late-model English sports car pulled up out front, and the first thing I saw were a pair of Hall of Fame pins swinging out from behind the car door, high heels first.

After introducing myself to her wavy red hair and dark glasses, I suggested we start upstairs and said I hadn’t caught her name earlier. “It’s Deborah. Won’t you take my coat, please,” she said as she looked me over. Taking her leather trench coat, I sniffed a knock-out perfume that not every woman can wear. “After you.” I pointed to the stairs with my best imitation of a Jack Nicholson grin. If my nose had gotten any closer to her ass on the way up the stairs, it would have caught in her zipper. Deborah had a trim derriere that was just the right topping for her fabulous legs.

“Let’s start with the oils in this room,” I suggested, leading the way into the first gallery space. I kept up a steady patter of background information on the artist and each painting, blowing steam mostly, just so Deborah would think I knew something about art. Her pretty hazel eyes were going from me to the canvas and back again. I noticed that she wanted to spend more time looking at the bondage paintings, which were pretty wild. We stopped in front of one painting with a woman tied spread eagle to what appeared to be a dungeon wall.

“I like this one,” Deborah said as she let the words out very slowly.

“Well? What do you think of it?” Before I could answer, she had reached around and grabbed the place between my legs where my dick should be. It was home too, and getting more erect every second. “I like it very much, too,” was all I could say and suck air in at the same time.

Deborah mashed her lips on mine, all the while massaging my groin. I was spinning out of control. My hands wandered as we pressed face, from her ass to her great tits and then between her legs. She was on fire, just like her red hair.

“I want to be like this woman,” Deborah whispered. “I bet you’re the man to make it happen.” No stranger to bondage rituals, I wasted no time pulling her into the framing room. We stopped in front of a massive gold gilded frame. “So drop the skirt,” I said in the gruffest tone I have. Deborah pulled the zipper down in back and let her skirt fall to the floor. “Now the blouse,” I commanded.

She quickly unbuttoned her suede blouse and let it fall to the floor as well. The black push-up bra was almost redundant, as her breasts were magnificent specimens that could stand by themselves. The matching black garter belt couldn’t hide the fact that she wore no underwear, but the red ,thatch of her bush was closely trimmed to point the way. This was one premeditated lady, I thought to myself.

As I unhooked the bra, her lovely breasts swelled as she began to breathe faster. The stockings were next, along with the garter belt, and then Deborah was naked before me. “Just like the painting, right?” she almost begged.

“My ’pleasure,” I said as I picked up her stockings. Tying a stocking to one wrist and then to the top of the mammoth frame, and then the second wrist to the opposite corner of the frame, I pulled Deborah into an x-shape, just like in the painting. As I stood back to admire this “work of art,” Deborah strained at the knots, as though she were testing them to see if she were really restrained. “Darling, you aren’t going anywhere for a while,” I noted calmly as I began to realize this was really happening.

In a flash, my mouth was all over her delicious breasts, licking, sucking, biting and squeezing them together against my face. Deborah just moaned and tossed her mane of beautiful hair back and forth. Soon my tongue was sliding down her flat stomach to that inviting red bush, where her aroused sex was sending out its essence. As my thumb slid into the wet heat between her legs, my forefinger massaged her hard nub of a clit. “Yes.” she hissed. My hand kept disappearing up her cunt and she kept up a rhythmic movement to meet it each time.

Down on my knees, I replaced my hand with my tongue and reached into my pants to milk my prick. In and out, up and down. I was in heaven. Deborah indicated her pleasure with constant moans and words of encouragement. My fingers soon moved to her back passage, where I used her cunt juice to slowly start rimming her tight hole. This certainly made Deborah pick up the pace of the moans.

“Oh, shove it in my asshole. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard, give it to me.” I moved around the back of the frame that held Deborah in place for our mutual pleasure. Her body was writhing and tense as she begged me to do her ass. I spread her asscheeks and, shoving my fingers slowly in and out, made her start bucking like a wild animal. A wicked orgasm followed.

Feeling somewhat left out of the action, I removed the stocking restraints from the corners of the frame. Deborah almost melted into my arms, but I had other plans.

“Kneel,” I barked. Deborah immediately went down, sitting on her haunches at my feet. Going behind her, I tied her wrists together and then tied them to her ankles. Back in front of her pretty face, I dropped my pants so that my throbbing hunk of meat hung right before her eyes. “Now lick it good,” I said with mock cruelty. She obeyed immediately, and soon my erect cock was sliding in and out of her ruby lips.

As she took it further into her mouth each time, it was hard to figure out where it was all going. Deborah used her tongue to assault every inch of my ready-to-burst prick, and then swallowed it all again. Releasing her mouth hold, she then moved her tongue down to my balls, which she gave a thorough cleaning. Suddenly, my whole ball sac was in her warm mouth, and I was gasping for air again. Deborah let go of my swollen nuts and looked at me imploringly.

“Come on my face. Do it. I want it that way.” I grabbed my meat and pumped it like a piston until I was ready to fulfill her desire. The sperm rose like a wild-cat gusher and covered Deborah’s face with little puddles. She tried in vain to catch it with her tongue. I quickly removed the stockings and pulled Deborah to her feet and into a long embrace.

We kissed and stroked each other and then I let Deborah slip out of my arms to the floor, where she lay atop her discarded clothes, lazily stroking her pussy. I got out of my clothes and then knelt on the floor by her head, offering her my cock. She took it into her mouth and began sucking, and in no time at all I was hard again.

Taking my cock from her mouth, she turned over and pulled herself up into a severe crouch with her head down and her bottom up. She extended her arms full length on the floor and breathlessly begged me to tie her wrists to her knees. I did, and the sight of this beautiful woman trussed up in such a deliciously lewd position fueled my lust.

“Get it in me,” Deborah pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”

Quickly, I got into position behind her and shoved my aching cock into her sodden pussy. She let out a groan and then grunted and gasped as I started thrusting, her face flushed with desire, her flaming hair in disarray around her head. Right there in front of the giant gold frame she had been tied to earlier, I fucked Deborah with ever increasing urgency, bringing her to orgasm twice before finally sending my semen spurting into her pussy.

Minutes later, having removed the stockings holding Deborah immobile, I lay stretched out on my back next to her. Deborah looked up at the gold frame and then turned to me and smiled softly. “The painting I saw with the woman tied face up on the cocktail table… can we do that next time?”

I told Deborah I would be happy to oblige her.