ART SHOW OPENING

Story by misfit446

This is a nice quick read, maybe something more of this later. Who knows? Anyway, enjoy. No picture muse on this one but imagination was a wonderful help!

ART SHOW OPENING

Penny Cinder got the invite to the ultra exclusive Aaronson Gallery. It was the most expensive and also the most controversial art dealership in the nation. Having had an opening herself there seven years before, earning over a hundred thousand dollars on some of her penis works, she felt obligated to go.

It wasn’t that she was out of the scene or anything, just that she had now settled down a bit. Her heavy partying days were now only a hazy memory. Pot, acid, coke and tequila shots were replaced with merlots and pinot noirs. And with her time now spent doing commissions for a steady client base, she seemed content with her life.

But it was a Merle Henning opening. Though young, she also had a penis theme to her art so Penny was sure Tom Daniels, the Gallery owner thought it was right up her alley. Being on a Friday wasn’t so bad but she’d have to get a babysitter for her two daughters. Penny actually thought about calling her ex husband to do the honor of watching the kids but flushed that thought right down the toilet. The less she saw of him the better.

The week of her at home work went quickly, with several paintings done and curing before she would send them off to their new homes.

Having delved into the local babysitter culture through many phone calls, she found Amy Flannigan, a neighbor’s daughter, who seemed to have the highest marks.

Booking the eighteen year old was easy enough, having the proper connections and all. Living in an exclusive gated community, with a highly rated grade school really helped. So after showering, feeding Paula and Sherry, she dressed in her most expensive clothing, even though it did seem conservative, knowing she possessed a giant dick. With some lube, she shoved her dick inside her well used pussy, tying her balls tightly about her left thigh. If she kept her steps slow she wouldn’t announce her hidden melons to the world.

Her tits were another matter. Nature gave her a healthy F cup in the right breast and an E cup in the left. She wasn’t perfect. But what was funny was that her left ball was bigger than her right so she felt balanced, if that logic actually meant anything.

After instructing her daughters to play nice and keep their “secrets” from Amy, she felt right with the world. The doorbell rang soon after and Penny met the bubbly, well built redheaded teenie bopper.

“Hi Mrs. Cinder.”

“Hello Amy. Come in. Girls!”

Paula at thirteen and Sherry at eleven came running and standing next to their mother obediently. “This is Paula and Sherry.”

“Hi, I’m Amy. You guys like games?” The girls laughed and nodded.

“Okay. They know the rules, numbers are on the fridge. If any emergency happens, God forbid, try and call me first, then your parents. Okay?”

“Sure, Mrs. Cinder.”

Penny winced at hearing that name. Her maiden name was Peterson and loved it but never got around to correcting her legal name after the bitter break up with her shit of a husband.

“Okay, I’m off,” she said and leaned down. Her daughters each kissed her on the lips. Amy smiled and watched as the well-dressed, attractive woman walked out and drove away.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Amy asked and closed the door. If the houses weren’t so well built, soundproofed and spread out, the neighbors would have heard a shriek, loud giggles and “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP IT!! STOP TOUCHING MY TITS!! WHAT ARE THOSE?!!! OH FUCK!! YOUR FUCKING FREEEEEEKS!!

Then there would have been silence. Paula had plugged Amy’s gullet with her cock and little Sherry, who wasn’t so little dragging a two and a half foot dick around when hard was trying to shove her substantial member into the new babysitter.

Clueless and optimistic, Penny drove her Bentley to the gallery downtown. Parking in a reserved spot set up for her, she walked into the gallery and met up with Tom.

“Hey Penny. Glad you could come over.”

“Hi Tom. So this is pretty impressive, huh?”

“You bet. I’m looking at over a million easy.”

“Wow,” Penny said, surprised and interested. “What kind of art is she showing?”

“Live action.”

“Um, what?”

“Live action. Like alive art.”

“What a minute. She is selling LIVE PEOPLE?”

“Yep. Live DICK GIRLS. Like your OLD art.”

Penny bristled at that comment. “My art isn’t old Tom.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Hell, your stuff made me a shit load of money.”

“My STUFF is called art, Tom,” Penny said slowly.

“Whatever. Come on and see it. It’ll rock your nuts, um, well it’ll rock.”

‘The little fuck,’ Penny thought. ‘If he only knew. My dick is so way bigger than yours you money grubbing shit!’

But she smiled and let the smug prick lead her to the beginning of the showing. They entered near the front

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