In case it's not obvious from the title, this one is going to progress into something fairly dark and intense! Slow build to start though...

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Part 1

My phone clatters against my desk, pulling attention from the appraisal document on my laptop. It’s a WhatsApp notification, one I’m ready to ignore along with all the others bombarding my phone today. The group name stops me though, along with the two words the sender has chosen that pique my interest further.

I save my work quickly and log off, grab my phone and make my way out of my office towards the security room. Colleagues nod as I pass through the cramped corridors of the old wing of the building. The modern, new extension I helped oversee to the Gallery is spacious, but I made the decision to give it over entirely to restoration and preservation – leaving admin into the dark, claustrophobic old wing.

I knock quickly before entering the security room. Dave’s at his post, but he’s not alone, sat next to Tracey who’s carefully monitoring the feed from the new exhibition – I’ll have to be subtle.

“Dave, you messaged me about the ‘gift shop’?” I use our code, mirroring the language in his message. He knows what I mean.

“Yes boss, if you wouldn’t mind stepping over here – I can show you if you like.” Dave casts a quick look at Tracey, but she’s uninterested.

I walk around to Dave’s view of the monitors covering the ground floor galleries. He lifts a pudgy finger towards the screen displaying the hall with the Bacon triptych.

“This is what concerned me, sir – been here for about two hours or so.” Dave speaks softly. His digit rests just next to the figure of a stunning woman in a figure-hugging yellow dress.

“Abandoned?” I ask. Our code again.

“Certainly hasn’t been claimed since I’ve been on shift.” Dave’s response tells me she’s alone.

“OK, thanks Dave – it’s probably just some lost property left by a kid from that school trip earlier, but I’ll ring down and ask the shop to check it out.” I pat his shoulder before I turn to leave.

Mighty fine work...

By the time I walk out of the elevator onto the gallery level, the crowds are starting to thin out. It’s warm today, which tends to keep the tourists outdoors – it’s really just been the school groups to help with the numbers this afternoon. Dave sends me a message – an updated location.

I see her facing one of the big Turners, brown waves of glossy hair tumbling down her back. From behind, her figure is incredible – yellow fabric clinging to the swelling curves of her wide hips. Whether by accident or by design, the outline of her underwear faintly visible under the material – high cut thong helping the voyeur in me to plot conjunction of lower back, ass and thigh under the sunny-colored fabric.

Our rule is always to have them come to us – never to approach… It’s vital that they believe they made the first move. I keep my eye on her as I step softly around the hall though, soles of my expensive brogues hissing over the polished floors.

She’s gorgeous.

I walk closer but slow near a couple frowning at one of the larger pieces, the man arguing with his partner in hushed tones - insisting the wide vista depicted is Greek landscape. His frustrated companion is pointing at the information card nearby - suggesting it’s actually based on the Italian countryside.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I declare. “Turner spent years searching Italy for the most spectacular backdrops.” My words cause the man to clench his jaw, and I’m quick to let him save face. “Greece too, of course – sometimes I have to double check which. My name’s Tony, by the way – I’m the Operations Director here at the gallery.”

Glancing past the couple, I see the beauty in yellow look up – overhearing our conversation. I flash her a quick smile before reverting attention back to the couple, nodding and smiling while they tell me all about their travels through London. I recommend they view the Hockney before they leave; waving them off as they thank me for my time. Our lady in yellow glances over once more. I smile again, hold her stare until she drops her eyes – then turn to leave.

“Oh, um… Excuse me.” She sounds nervous.

I turn, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Sorry, um, I couldn’t help but overhear you with that couple – did you say you were the director of the gallery?” She takes a few steps towards me and for the first time in a long while I have to work hard at managing my body’s reaction to a woman’s presence.

She’s stunning, bright blue eyes piercing, coolness offset against the deep tan on her face and bare arms. Fresh faced, she’s hard to place in terms of age – mature and assured, but still smooth skinned. That dress looks even better from the front, stretch of the ribbed halter-neck hinting at the pronounced swell of her breasts even where they’re obscured by glossy waves of chocolate brown hair. I have to remember to speak.

“Operations Director, yes – is there something I can help you with, miss?” My gentle correction makes her cheeks redden ever so slightly.

“Um, actually yes – would you know when a painting might be returned from being on loan?”

“I can certainly check – do you know the title of the piece?” I’m crossing the space between us, keeping my breathing in check as the gap recedes.

“Wait a sec, yeah – hang on-” She fumbles with her bag to find her phone, head down while she stares at the handset. “It’s this one – Audience with the Devil.”

Taking my chance, I stand at her shoulder and lean over to look at the screen in her hand. I don’t need the reminder, I’m more than aware of the piece - but I squint and pout, pretend to refresh my memory while I inhale the soft summer smells rising from her neck. I drop my eyes for a moment, enjoying the sight of her large breasts crushed against her forearms where she’s holding the phone for me to see. I’d love to shoot my load over that chest – paint glistening white ropes on those beautiful tits while she pushes them together for me; my perfect human canvas…

“I hate to break it to you – I’m not sure that one’s coming back.”

“Oh, really? That’s such a shame! I thought it was just on loan to Chicago.” Her pained disappointment is evident.

I’m amazed by her knowledge though – very, very few people have ever taken an interest in that awkward little canvas. That she even knows it at all is a surprise, the fact she’s aware it was loaned out…. Impressive.

“I might be wrong, but usually we agree return terms with partner galleries before anything goes out. That one… I’m not sure our Head Curator really wanted to see it back here again. She was never keen on it!” I’m not lying – Helen hates the bloody thing.

“I tell you what, though. We do have an earlier piece by that artist being renovated at present – would you like to see it?” I watch her face carefully as I finish speaking. The surprise and pleasure in her features makes my heart skip.

“Is that allowed? God, that would be amazing - thank you!” Her eyes light up and I smile at her joy.

“Well, it will have to be our little secret,” I laugh softly. “Come on – follow me. What’s your name by the way?”

“Laura.” She says, smiling shyly and holding her hand out in greeting. I hold it a beat longer than necessary before letting go.

I take her through the galleries towards the modern wing of the building, walking us down the staircase to the sprawling basement facilities built out during the renovation. I can feel her eyes on me – it’s a good sign. There’s a reason Dave and I do things the way we do. Genius he maybe at spotting the best prospects, but I’m the one who’s tall, toned and hung. I fuck better and longer, plus I look good on camera too.

They have to want it, that’s our rule… And they always want me.

She’s slightly flushed by the time we get to the lab, flustered when I smile at her and tap in the entry code.

“Just follow my lead” I whisper, conspiratorially – “If anyone asks, you’re here researching.” She nods vigorously, clearly excited.

I already know it’s empty down here today but make a big show of creeping round. Leaning to peer around corners before waving her through with hushed urgency. Her eyes dance as she follows my direction, lips parted, breathing hard – she’s enjoying this.

Eventually I lead our little pantomime to where I know the painting is stored, making a song and dance out of lifting the canvas from its storage frame and laying it on the inspection desk.

Her awe-filled look is intoxicating; attention rapt - entirely directed at the painting. It gives me the momentary distraction I need, lifting my hand from my pocket to her bare shoulder. My first moment of skin to skin contact goes unchallenged - perfect...

She makes little reaction as my hand travels slowly down her arm, thumb brushing the soft material clinging to her wide hips. Subtly, she shifts her weight - thick ass just grazing my bulge when she takes a half step and then leans forward slightly to study some detail on the painting before us.

I watch Laura closely while she gazes at the textures on the canvas. We keep it very cool down in the basement, perfect temperature and humidity for preservation. Not exactly a comfortable environment for someone wearing a thin sleeveless dress, however... My cock starts to swell when I notice her nipples rising, tight points evident in the strong overhead light. A few moments pass before she shivers and crosses her arms, looking at me apologetically, though with a hint of something darker in her eyes.

“Tony, this is amazing – thank you… I’m ashamed to say it, but would you mind if we went somewhere warmer? I’m getting a bit chilly.”

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We’ve been chatting for twenty minutes in the empty technician’s lounge before she makes her first move. It’s a small gesture, Laura’s slim hand resting on my knee while she laughs at my story of how I fluffed a presentation to a bunch of school kids last month. Subtle move it maybe, but I can see her pupils dilating when she looks at me, lips parted, soft blush up her neck. The signs are all there now…

“God, you must be so bored hearing me babble away. I’ve totally hijacked your day – I’m so sorry!” She sounds contrite, but her body language is anything but – legs crossed, arm draped over the back of the small couch... She doesn’t look sorry for any of it.

“Are you kidding?” My exclamation makes her giggle. “Do you know how many opportunities I have to spend the day with a beautiful art history buff?” My compliment lands perfectly – and she rolls her eyes before laying her head on her tanned arm and biting her lip when she looks back at me.

“I’ve enjoyed myself…” She says, barely disguising the hot need in her tone.

“Me too…” I put my hand on hers where it rests on my knee, stroking gently with my thumb…

She leans forward with a tiny sigh, hand moving from the couch cushion to the back of my neck - pulling me towards her kiss. As our lips meet, I hear her soft gasp... Then a hard swallow and shaky exhalation before she’s kissing me passionately, tongue searching for mine. Her hand is moving up my thigh – I love this next part…

“Fuck,” she breathes. Her fingers brush my rock-hard cock where it’s straining against the inside of my trouser leg. She’s smiling, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What am I doing?” Laura murmurs, the question hanging between us only for a second before I press her hand against my thick length and kiss her again.

I let her play while we make out; stroking my hard cock making her squirm and pant. Each time she pulls away from our kiss, her gaze burns hotter. Then she’s unzipping me, unbuckling my trousers and reaching in my briefs for my hot, throbbing dick. The husky chuckle of disbelief when she wraps slim fingers around my taught shaft only makes me harder.

“I want to taste you,” she whispers against my ear, before readjusting on the seat cushion onto all fours and slowly lowering her face towards my exposed prick. I lean back with a sigh when she flicks her hair to one side and takes me in her warm mouth. She’s good… Really good. Most women struggle to blow me – gagging quickly, they get worried, self-conscious. Usually, I’ll move on quickly to something more comfortable for them. Laura, though…

Snuffling moans from below vibrate through my thick meat where it’s filling her jaw, head of my throbbing cock expertly swaddled in her throat – it feels incredible. Her wide ass is pushed up to my left where she’s on her knees, that clingy yellow dress straining over her curves. I reach over to stroke my hand over firm cheeks, breathing hard when she lets out a long moan in appreciation of my exploring fingers. I grab a fistful of yellow fabric, dragging the stretchy material up her thighs until her smooth ass is revealed.

Laura whimpers as I stroke gently over her saturated underwear, teasing along the length of her hot slit while she backs onto my fingers, desperate for my touch. She lifts her mouth from my throbbing cock, saliva coating plump lips – spit glistening over her chin. The pleading look in her eyes ignites something in me. I’m more than turned on already, aching to sink my veiny dick back into her warm mouth - fuck her throat. But now I want every part of her…

I need to ravage this beautiful slut. I need to fucking destroy her. Fill her holes and leave her limp and ragged, sobbing with pleasure while my cum leaks out of her. She knows it. She’s so much more aware of herself than the others – more in tune with the dark needs of her body than any of the women I’ve had in this little room.

I need to hear her say it, though – need her permission before I cross that line. There will be no going back…

I take her throat in my hand, not choking yet but holding her firm – keeping her eyes locked on mine. I stare into her soul while my other hand teases her thong to one side, rich scent of her filling the room where she’s exposed. When my fingers meet the edges of the hot pool of her desire, I have to clench my jaw to avoid crying out with joy.

She’s so, so wet for me… Wetter than any of the others. So ready, so needy.

Only the slightest pressure sends my digits sliding into that molten well of lust and I watch her eyes roll back when I move my fingers back and forward over the saturated ridges of her plump, swollen cunt. I tighten my grip on her throat, delighting at the reciprocal squeeze from her pussy, her eager cunt clenching around my knuckles while she groans in pleasure…

“Tell me what you want.” I ask her in a strained whisper, pulse tight in my neck – fueled by the near unchecked desire tearing through me.

“Everything…” She murmurs in reply. “I want you to do everything you can imagine…”

I breathe out to try and control the ecstasy I feel at hearing her words. It’s all I need, but I want to be positive she knows what will happen…

“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask, pulling my fingers out of her sopping wet hole, slowly circling her slick clit while her eyes flutter at the sensation. “I won’t hold back… It will hurt.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” She groans, stroking my cock when she sees my dark smile and I tighten my grip on her throat again…

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Part 2 will follow soon...