Sit for the Murky Sisters

You do not sit. They instead pose you standing nude. Your right foot rests on a chair – ”a rock,” the lighter says. ”Or it will be. A rock for you to climb as you descend the serpents’ lair.”

This wooden rock feels rickety, forcing you to keep yourself balanced on your other foot. The Sisters paint wordlessly, and the only sounds are those of brush on paper and the creaking of old wood. Your position is uncomfortable as the Sisters have posed you without any regard for your wearied muscles. Each hand is angled to sharp, the tension causing painful spasms, and your leg is starting to cramp.

”It looks good,” the lighter says.

”It looks fine,” says the other. ”Fine.”

”You’re being mean. It is not his fault.”

”I’m nothing of the sort. It is fine. I said that it is fine.” The darker aims her brush at your head, heart, and crotch. ”He has a fine build but lacks in stamina. The scars are good, but the Sea demands much from any artist. And you know how nature can be helped.”

”You cannot expect... I’ll do it.”

”Slut,” the darker one says, smirking behind the easel.

”Uptight whore.” She, in approaching you, tells her Sister off with a rude gesture. ”We do need to do another pose – if you’d please. No, leave your leg right there. I’ll show you.”

A paint-covered hand touches your cock. She smears streaks of azure and vermilion from tip to root. Your leg prickles, and wherever her fingers reach pins and needles sting you. You wince, quite soft despite her efforts. ”Not to worry,” she mumbles and drops to her knees.

Her tongue is a cleansing balm. She licks the length and your cock twitches to life. Her ministrations take away the sting, and she lavishes you with her tender attention until you groan in appreciation, close to bursting. ”All done.” She smiles an oil-coloured smile, her lips a runny rainbow and the tip of her nose in sunrise blues and reds.

”Slut.” Her sister clicks her tongue. ”Tough he does look rather more usable.”

”No thanks to you.” The lighter now matches her Sister’s tone. She too takes up her utensils and paints again, keeping her variegated face trained on you all the while and leering openly.

”He’s getting soft.” The darker Sister complains.

”I can see that.” The other sighs. ”First Officer, do you mind giving yourself a tug? I’m just about to...” She does not finish the thought, completely preoccupied with her brushstrokes. ”But you...” She turns to face her Sister. ”You might as well give him some enticement. It’s not like your painting is going anywhere good.”

”Like you could tell.” But she does set her tools aside and undoes the first button on her long, dark smock. ”Shameless Dilettante.” Her nipples are hard and she tweaks them harder. ”Do you enjoy this silliness, First Officer? Or am I doing this only for her perverted benefit?” She eyes you jerking your throbbing erection and grins. ”What a nice compliment.”

The Murky Sisters look at each other and nod. They both paint with speed, their eyes flitting between the canvas and you. The lighter has the tip of her tongue pressed against her upper lip. She licks, pauses, and raises her brush. Watery violet and midnight black stain her mouth as she wets the bristles like she did your cock.

”Slut.” The darker scoffs then smirks. She shouts encouragements and demands that you change your pose. That you kneel, pray, and that you thrust your pelvis into the air. Colourful splotches drip, fall on her naked breasts, and her teasing fingers turn them into clouds. Into impressions of fire and ice, of dark and needful feelings exploding over her paper-white skin. She shudders and moans, her legs atremble.

”Slut.”

”Uptight whore.”

Quite some time has passed, you realise

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They paint until the candles have burnt low, and until silver moonlight plays with your naked form. You were chided for rubbing to hard, and for not rubbing hard enough. Your cock, and all your muscles are sore from tension. Waves of pleasure and pain have you dazed, and your every fibre longing for release.

”Thank you,” one whispers, suddenly on her knees.

”Thank you,” the darker whispers and then kisses you on the lips.

Your hands are placed on her naked breasts as hot lips close around your cock. You moan, but her invading tongue silences you. She then trails lower. A kiss caresses your neck, and a lick your sternum, she then joins her sister by engulfing your balls.

Their slurping sends shivers along your spine. You ball your fingers into a fist, each sore muscle stretching tight.

Then the lighter gags herself on your length, and you explode. The air is knocked from your lungs and all tension is released. You scream and stumble backwards, down on the chair, painting them with your thinning white.

Both Sisters smile up at you, planting kisses on each other and on your softening shaft. Their faces are covered in cum and paint, and their tongues are hungry for more. ”Thank you,” they say in unison.

The Murky Sisters own you a Favour

You now have: [1] Favour: The Starry Eyed