I had the hotel room. My work schedule was so widely open on Saturday, and none of my Friday night plans were looking good. So the Thursday before I was traveling, I posted an ad, looking for a butt to draw.

I made it clear in the ad that the bare minimum that I was looking for was someone that was interested in having me pose them, photograph their ass, then sketch them.

And I made it clear that I’m also a perverted old man interested in quite a bit more than just sketching someone. There’s a lot of grey area between me being a polite artist and me giving into every dark urge my id screams out.

Fairly quickly, I got a message from a cute, tall nerd. Looking at her profile, I was instantly curious. She was 5’10, and I rarely get to play with people that are almost as tall as me (I’m 6’2). She had a clear idea of what she liked, and a lot of her kinks lined up with mine. She offered me a choice of pictures:

“Face or booty? What are you more curious about?” she asked.

That was a tough one for me. But the face is where I’m more likely to be attracted or unattracted to someone. She sent a selfie, and one of the first things I noticed was that while she was sitting down and looking up, I could still see the hints of her ass in her picture.

It took a lot of effort to not demand that she send me a half dozen ass photos right then. I wanted to savor it, and unwrap my present.

“I'm thinking with you, I'd like to strip you down and pose you, then slowly tie you up more and more,” I said. “Let my hands and eyes explore your body, take the photos I need. And then with you tied up and helpless, I might have to force you to cum for a bit. If that turns me on (it will), I would need to use you like a horny slut for relief.”

“That sounds like a very good time to me,” she said.

Sometimes, after days and days of spinning my wheels, it really is that easy. Well, easy, if you ignore the 10 years I’ve spent building up a reputation as a vaguely attractive person that’s smart and respects limits, and is very capable of using women like slut while also making aesthetically pleasing art.

We chatted for a bit in one of the sitting rooms of my hotel, then headed up to the room. It didn’t take long for me to get my hands on her, feeling around her ass, her tits, her neck. I could hear her breath gasp every time I moved my touch, every time I found a new part of her body to objectify.

She was like clay waiting to be sculpted. I pushed her over to the side of the bed, pulled off her shirt and unbuttoned her pants. I let the pants fall down to her knees, then made her bend over.

She was wearing a matching bra and panties set that I had picked out for her, mostly transparent with some lace touches. It framed her ass perfectly.

For the next round of photos, I pulled the pants off completely. Then I made her cross her legs and arch her back, before finally having her get on all fours. It was like a fun little game I was having with myself - how long could I look at her legs and ass and tits without just pushing her panties to the side to feel up her pussy.

Apparently, I was able to last until All Fours O’Clock.

I knew what photo I wanted to take next, but first I had to just slowly stroke her pussy, and feel the wet warmth glowing off of her.

“You’re a dirty little slut,” I said. “I can feel how much you want this.”

She let out a cute little moan as I pushed inside of her.

“That’s a good slut,” I said. “Give me your hand. Hold your panties, here.”

With her now pulling her underwear to the side, I took some more pictures. Then I tasted her, teasing her with my tongue.

I pulled off the underwear and grabbed my rope. Just a few more pictures. Just a little more professionalism.

I tied her wrists first, behind the back while she was face down. Then I started weaving her left ankle to her left thigh, and mirrored it on her right. It was a fairly pretty tie that also left her effectively helpless.

I have a love of fingering women, feeling them out, and trying to solve what makes them tick. For her, I had my hunches. Her G-spot was placed in a very easy-to-reach spot, and it was easy to arouse. She was flexible and easy to use. I could tell that she could cum from any size cock, and that would very, very likely lead to her loving sex.

It wasn’t long before she was begging for permission to cum. She was a delightful slut, with a nice ass and a very, very responsive pussy.

What I was wrong about, though, was my guess on how she masturbated. Usually, I’m used to women cumming as an either-or situation. Either you love the sensation of a filled pussy, or you love rubbing the clit. It’s a little bit of an oversimplification.

But when I pulled her “favorite toy” out of her purse, I was surprised to find a small clit vibrator, and not a dildo.

This slut, apparently, likes to cum both ways. Clearly, I had to play with her a bit more, using the vibrator on her, filling her pussy with my hands, teasing her and pulling her hair, letting her know what a filthy slut she is.

Just as easily as she started to cum from my fingers inside of her, she was quickly begging again with the vibrator on.

I pushed her a third time, seeing if she could handle my fingers inside of her with the vibrator humming along. She was sculpted into a work of art I could only title, “A horny, moaning slut that loves to cum.”

Sometimes, I lack poetry when my dick is hard.

As she slowly stopped quivering, I took a moment to put a condom on and fuck her in her helpless, mindless state. At this point, she was a bit beyond words and stopped begging for permission to cum. I didn’t mind, as she was basically a hole to be used for my entertainment.

After I finished, I still wanted to play with her a bit more. I picked up the vibrator again, and decided to see what other settings it had. The second click in was another steady hum, only more intense.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “What is that?”

I found out that her favorite vibrator for the past four years was something that she’d never read the instruction manual on. She knew how to clean it, charge it, and turn it off and on. She had no idea that the vibrator had multiple settings.

If you give me information like this, it’s going to send my curiosity into overdrive.

I was going full-on scientific method on her clit now, using each setting on her, pushing her to the point of cumming over and over again. Some settings pushed her over the edge, others made her moan like a whore. And the conclusion of my findings was a tied-up slut casually shaking as I untied her.