The Sculptor & Mr. McCabe

Transcript

Hey, it's me. It's about time you answered. I've been trying you all morning.

I get it. So, look, I have to tell you something. You will never guess who will be posing nude in my studio today.

My next door neighbor, Mr. McCabe. That's right, Mr.

Silver Fox himself. I know! He's so hot.

When we first met, I was mesmerized by his charisma and his masculinity. There I was, standing in the middle of his living room, lost in a fantasy where he put me over his knee and spanked me for being such a naughty girl. Yes, and his stuck-up wife caught me staring off into space, and I think she knew.

How could she not? I could not have been more obvious unless I just blurted out, spank me, daddy. But you can't blame me.

There is not a woman in our neighborhood that isn't aching for her husband. I'm the lucky one, though, because my bedroom overlooks their backyard, so I get to watch him lifting weights by the pool. His muscles glisten in the sun.

And with those shorty shorts he wears, you can easily tell he has a mammoth cock. I almost fainted when he told me he wanted to commission me to create a nude sculpture of him. It's an anniversary present for his wife.

I cleared my schedule, though. It will just be me and him in the studio today. Sculpting his hot bod is a dream come true.

I can't stop fantasizing. Even when I was waiting for my coffee this morning, I fantasized about him eating my pussy. It's true.

I close my eyes, and I think I might have even started moaning in the middle of the coffee shop. I can only imagine what people are thinking. So listen, I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to remind me that I'm a professional, and I need to keep things professional and display my integrity as an artist, no matter how badly I want to jump his bones. Ooh, I think I just heard his car. What? You think I should fuck his brains out? Okay, seriously not helping.

This is not why I called you. Enough. No, enough.

I'm hanging up now. Bye. Okay, calm down.

When Mr. McCabe walks in here in disrobes, I will appreciate his tan, his rippling muscles, and his mammoth cock only for artistic merit. Be professional.

Be sure not to call him daddy. Make him comfortable. Take all the necessary measurements and send him on his way.

Then I'll hurry home, hop in the shower, and masturbate like a normal person. Yes, that is what I will do. Good.

Oh, hi. Hello. Welcome to my studio, daddy.

Sorry, Mr. McCabe. Sorry.

Yes, you're right on time. And wow, I hope you don't mind me saying, but you were looking quite dashing today. I'm excited.

Very excited that you reached out to me. Thank you so much for having faith in me as an artist. You want to do something special for your wife? Oh, yeah, your wife.

Of course, you're married. I know that. I didn't forget for a moment that she exists just because you're so damn handsome.

That would be awkward and embarrassing. I'm just kidding. Anyway, as I explained the other day, no matter the scale of the sculpture, I need exact measurements of your body.

So I am going to need you to remove your clothes. Is that okay? Fantastic.

So go ahead. You can just get undressed right there in the corner. And please don't worry, I'm a professional.

It's nothing I've not seen before. Just another day at the office for a sculptor. Take your time.

And let me know if you'd like me to put on some music to put you at ease or anything else. No music. All right.

Whatever makes you comfortable. Is the temperature to your liking? Good.

I want you to feel relaxed and. .. Oh, Bahama Mama.

Mrs. McCabe is a very lucky woman. Yeah, I'm fine.

Totally fine. Under normal circumstances, yes, it would be odd for me to compliment you on the size of your manhood. But I am an artist.

I need to communicate with the subject of my art. And since you are the subject of my art, me acknowledging your gorgeous cock is simply part of the process. Please don't be weirded out if you catch me staring longingly at your cock.

Oh, yes. Just toss your clothes on the chaise there. It's getting hot in here and yet I have goosebumps.

I'm just going to take a sip of water here. Oh, God, how rude of me. Can I offer you something to drink or perhaps something to snack on? I have fresh-baked cookies from the coffee.

.. I have fresh-baked cookies from the coffee shop down the street. Your wife has you on a diet? Oh, well, whatever it is you're doing is working because your body is spectacular.

Which, again, isn't inappropriate for me to say because I'm turning you into a work of art. In fact, why don't we get started? Yeah.

Luckily, I have an extra large tape measure because you are looking big, especially down there. But I'll start by measuring your head. And as I do, feel free to stare deeply into my eyes as I stare deeply into yours.

You can also tell me if you think I have beautiful bright eyes. They're hazel, so sometimes they look green like the green string bikini I wear to wash my car. Or sometimes they look blue, matching the blue lace panties I'm actually currently wearing.

Oh, my God, you need to pull it together, girl. Oh, sorry. It's part of the process.

My eyes need to study every inch of your naked body, so you need to stare into my eyes so we can connect on an emotional level. Sculpting someone, you have to establish trust. And that is a way for us to connect.

It might help you if you imagine yourself hypothetically leaving your wife and us running away together to make love on a beach under the moonlight for hours and hours. Yeah, that was just a hypothetical scenario just popped into my head randomly. Most definitely not something I've been thinking about constantly since the day I first laid eyes on you.

That would be naughty. And I'm not naughty. I'm simply an artist.

And now that I've finished measuring your head, I would like to look at your hands. Oh, they're very soft. Very soft indeed.

And so very large. You must give your wife the best neck rubs and foot rubs. I have to say I'd be in heaven if these hands were all over my body.

Hmm. All over my body indeed. Huh.

Sorry. What were we doing? Oh, yes.

I was looking at your hands. And they're just perfect. Kudos.

And please let me know if you change your mind about wanting to hear music or something to drink. Anything you'd like. You're the man in charge.

Big man in charge. And I'll do big man in charge. And I'll do anything, anything to make this experience more pleasurable.

Whatever you need. Okay, now it's time to measure your neck. And what is that cologne you're wearing? Reminds me of Cedarwood? You smell like a big, sweaty, manly lumberjack who could carry me into the woods, tear off my clothes and fuck me against a tree trunk.

Which is something I wouldn't be opposed to if you catch my drift. I'm kidding. Of course I'm kidding.

I keep it light in my studio. I like to have fun. I'm certainly not going to imagine you as a sweaty, primal lumberjack fucking me in the woods when I'm in the shower later.

Certainly not. And I'm not insanely jealous of your wife at all. You didn't ask me if I was jealous of your wife, but I just thought I would let you know.

For funsies. And I should also let you know I broke up with my boyfriend recently. Yeah, it is a shame.

Ironically, I broke up with him about five minutes after you commissioned me to sculpt you naked. Amazing coincidence. But it was really a long time coming, actually.

I didn't appreciate how much time he spent on his computer playing video games. And he had an issue with me always calling out another man's name during sex. Whose name? I don't remember.

It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm single now, and I believe your wife goes away on long business trips, meaning you and I have plenty of time to be more neighborly. Oh, like we could co-host a potluck or maybe organize a block party or, I don't know, go skinny dipping in your pool at sunset.

Any of those things would be nice. So before you leave here today, let me know which days your wife would be out of town, and I'll let you know what alcohol is best for lowering my inhibitions and what Barry White songs make me frisky. Good.

Great. What is wrong with you? Okay, got your neck measurement done, and I think now it's time to measure those strong shoulders.

But first, I need to see how much of a beefcake you really are. Would you mind flexing for me? Kind of like a manly pose.

Yes, it's important for the sculpting process. I need you to inspire me. I need to see the ripple of your muscles.

So perhaps picture yourself as a fireman who's about to carry me out of a burning building so we can make sweet love on the back of your firetruck. Yes, inspire me with those big muscles. I'll just stand here, biting my lip, enjoying the view.

Oh. Oh, you are so powerful, aren't you? From head to toe and everything in between.

Truly an absolute hunk of man. No woman could resist. And I am feeling so much inspiration.

I'm thinking, yes, the name of your sculpture will be Good Neighbor, Primal Lovemaker. I want women to look upon your sculpture and know that you are a woman of love. I want women to look upon your sculpture and know that you'd fuck them better than their video game-playing ex-boyfriend ever could.

Oh, video games. Oh, does it sound like I'm referring to myself? No, no, no.

I'm talking about women in general. I mean, any red-blooded woman could just so happen to dump her video game-addicted boyfriend in the hopes of getting shagged like there's no tomorrow by her sexy silver fox neighbor. I'm sorry, am I talking too much? Kind of feels like I'm talking too much.

You think? So here's what we're going to do. We're going to press on and finish these measurements.

I'll measure your chest. And before I do that, it is very necessary for me to run my fingers through your chest hair. So thick, so sexy.

And what was I doing? Oh, chest measurements. Perfect.

Now let's measure your biceps. Oh, yes. Very firm.

All the time you spend lifting weights by your pool has really paid off. You could probably bench-press me if you wanted. Something else we could put on the to-do list when your wife's out of town, if you like.

Okay. It is time now for the most important measurement, and that would be your gorgeous, wondrous cock. But I'm going to forego the tape measure.

It could be a little cold and uncomfortable, and I think it'd be better if I take a much more hands-on approach. With your permission, I'm going to start with the tape measurement. With your permission, of course.

Okay. I'm going to wrap my hands around your cock, only so I can really feel the weight and know what I'm working with. Is that all right? It is.

Fantastic. So I'll wrap my hands ever so gently around your big, mm, very thick, mouth-watering cock. Oh, baby.

That's what I'm talking about. It's everything I dreamt it could be. I hope I'm not crossing any lines, but I'm not sure your wife deserves this magnificent cock.

No. Only someone younger, hotter, and way more of a freak in bed would deserve this beautiful monster. Someone like me, say.

I would, mm, I would worship this cock. Oh, look at that. I'm stroking you.

You know, it's in the utmost sincerity as an artist. I need to know how big it can get. I need to see you fully erect.

I need to see your cock throbbing. Ah, so I'm just going to continue to stroke it. Stroke it better than probably your wife ever has.

Is that good? Am I stroking it the way you like? Mm, of course I am.

Of course I am. You've never been taken care of by the skilled hands of a sculptor before, I promise. Ooh, and it's getting bigger, and so hard.

Ooh, but I want more. I wanna, mm. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Um, you don't mind, do you, Mr. McCabe? You don't mind if I suck it? What? This was your intention.

You've always wanted me to suck your cock. You want me to suck it like the hot slut that I am. Oh, well, all you ever had to do was ask, because I am your hot slut.

Because I am your hot slut. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm. Oh, you're a big daddy.

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm. I can't wait any longer.

I need you to fuck me, please. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to fuck every hole, and I want you to come all over my body, all over my tits, all over my arse, any way you please, Mr.

McCabe. Any way you please, sir. Please, please just fuck me now.

Oh, yes. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck.

Oh, your tongue. Oh, my God. Way better than I fantasized.

Oh, jeez. Oh, jeez. Oh, my God.

Oh, Lord. Oh, yeah, keep going. Oh, fucking don't stop.

Oh, yes. Eat that pussy. Eat that pussy.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck.

Oh, yes. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Nibble it. Nibble it. Oh, yeah.

Good. No one has made me come that hard so fast. Oh, yeah.

Oh, baby, give me that big cock. I want it right inside me. Just shove it in my pussy now.

Oh, big. So big. Gloriously big.

Yes. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, give it to me. Yeah.