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SexArt producer Ariel Piper Fawn stars in a retro “Road Trip”

These days, stunning redhead Ariel Piper Fawn is best known as a Producer for SexArt, working with her husband, director Andrej Lupin, and their talented team to create many of our most technically impressive and erotically exciting movies. But Ariel originally made her name as a model and performer – check through our archive to see the busty beauty in some very hot and arousing action – and fans will be delighted to see her get naked and naughty again in a two-part retro release, “Road Trip.”

Dressed in pretty gingham dresses, Ariel and cute blonde Miela A are the focus of the first part, abandoning their picnic in the long grass in favor of eating each other’s juicy pussy. It’s a playful, sexy and passionate encounter, and the retro styling adds a fun and flirty angle to the story. I asked Ariel for the story behind “Road Trip,” and why we’ve had to wait so long to see it…

“Road Trip” was shot in 2012, just before we first started shooting for SexArt,” the gorgeous star explained, in her sultry Czech accent. “It was a project we funded ourselves, and we all worked for free, just paying the models we hired. It was kind of an experiment, the first time we had total creative control and made the kind of movie we wanted to watch.

“Then we started to work for SexArt, which was the perfect match for us, as we were able to make movies that really fulfilled our creative drive; but somehow “Road Trip” got forgotten as we were so busy with our new productions. We found it recently and it brought back some really good memories, and although it’s not perfect we felt SexArt members would enjoy the energy and the sense of fun.”

What do you remember about shooting it?

“I remember it was such a fun shoot, we picked models that we really liked and had a good relationship with, so we knew we would all have a good time. It felt like an adventure, it was quite spontaneous. We just set off in the car, and drove until we found a field that looked like the perfect place for some fun!

“Andrej and I both really love this fifties pin-up style, the make-up and dresses, the atmosphere; and the whole team loved the process of trying something new. Of course when we look at it now, our productions have evolved so much and we see all the faults. We have learned and developed so much since then. But we still think it’s cute! It was a really nice surprise to see it again with fresh eyes.”

Will you appear in movies again?

“I would never say never,” was Ariel’s teasing reply. “I enjoy doing cameo appearances in our movies for SexArt. I would probably not shoot a ‘normal’ scene in the way I used to, but maybe I would do it in a different way. I do have a special project in progress, but I don’t want to say too much about it. I miss shooting though, especially giving the pleasure… maybe I could do a solo shoot! What do you think?”

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Make up sex with Antonia

Erotic fiction inspired by Antonia Sainz and Michael Fly in “Messy

I lay in bed watching my girlfriend Antonia as she tidied up the bedroom, getting a sly look at some porn on my phone until she complained that I wasn’t helping. So I sat up and folded some clothes and she spotted what I was looking at on my phone and gave me the cold shoulder, seriously unimpressed with me. I can’t help it, I’m a horny little dog.

And those shoulders of hers looked tense. I thought she could do with a massage, just to get her to relax a little, and I had a boner hiding under the sheets that could do with a massage too…

The thing about Antonia is that she can be totally mad at me but she loves a good make up fuck, and she really loves a massage. It only took a few minutes to get her in the mood, which is good because my dick was too hard to let me work on her aches and pains for long.

She leaned back against me and my hand just wandered over her shoulder and inside her T-shirt. I eased it down to bare her big titties – she has fine, big nipples that I just love to tease. Her breasts felt so good in my hands, their weight resting on my palms as my fingers and thumbs teased each nipple; it sent thrills through my body, making my cock throb. A wave of desire flushed through me, making me eager to have her. I moved over and let her fall back onto the bed and stared down at her. She was watching me, her eyes shining bright, waiting for my next move. I bent my head, my tongue grazing her nipples. They were warm in my mouth and grew stiff as I sucked gently on them. My erection pressed hard against her thigh and I listened to her breathing as it quickened and rose in volume.  

From there, it was easy to slide down the bed and get my face up tight against her panty-clad pussy, gliding my tongue over her underwear, giving her a taste of what was to come. Was it my tongue that moistened her panties, or her pussy getting wet? It was hard to tell. I tasted the cotton of her panties mixed with the musky flavour of her sex and felt her slender thighs wrap around my head. Quickly, she yanked her underwear off and I knew she was just as eager for a fuck as I was.

My tongue tasted her wet hole and her lips parted; her desire had flooded her pussy, coating my tongue and lips, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I was balls deep inside her within seconds as she lay back and moaned with pleasure, her eyes locked on mine as I pumped my dick into her tight hole. I ground my hips against hers, sliding my cock in and out of her, her pussy lips gripping my shaft.

We moved as one, thrusting against each other as her pussy juice slathered over us both, coating my cock and thighs, her lips dipping in with my dick, rolling back out to smear my shaft with wetness again each time I pulled back. Antonia moaned with passion, her nails raking my back, searching for my ass, digging into my flesh, pulling me harder into her as if she feared I might pull out and leave her wanting more.

My arms began to ache holding myself above her like that and I rolled off onto my side, spooning in behind her. Her back was coated with a thin sheen of sweat, hot against my chest. She pushed her ass back into me and opened her legs, desperate to have me back inside her. I held her leg up high as she moaned loudly, her fingers playing with her clit, grinding at her button – I love a woman who will play with her pussy when you fuck her, don’t you? It’s like she’s showing that she’s so into it, all her inhibitions just melt away.

Antonia was so wet and I was so hard that I slipped into her pussy without having to use my hands to guide me, and I let out a deep sigh of relief as I felt the warm tight grip of her pussy back around my shaft. Antonia’s orgasm swept over her then, my dick deep in her pussy, her fingers all over her slippery clit, shuddering as she came.

And then she got interested in my pleasure, pushing me onto my back and getting her mouth around my rod, kissing my dick and sucking me off. Her mouth was warm and wet, but she couldn’t take me as deep as she could in her pussy. No matter, she was good with her tongue, rolling it around my tip, cushioning my cock as she bobbed down on my shaft.

She crawled up the bed beside me, her hand wrapped around my cock, her awesome titties brushing against my body, hard nipples making me acutely aware of them. It’s the most wonderful thing she can do for me, handling my cock like that, tugging me with a desire to make me cum, and she slapped my boner against her pendulous titties, kissing me and pumping my dick fast. It felt incredible, her grip soft but firm, and she jerked me steadily, watching me with beautiful intensity. A wave of lust came over me and I wanted to cum for her, to cum all over myself, to please her.  But Antonia was only turning herself on more and she let go of my shaft and clambered back onto me, ready for more.

She rode me with a deep need for satisfaction, using me for her own pleasure, her thighs slapping against mine, her breasts pressed into my face as I raised my head to lick and tongue her nipples eagerly. I came, my cock spasming with each blast as my seed entered her, filling her with my sperm. Her body rocked, her orgasm loud and final, her hands pressed against my chest, head back, eyes closed tight. She fell against me and kissed me gently, her pussy relaxing, our juices slowly spilling over my thighs.

Is it any wonder I sometimes pick a fight with Antonia, just so we can have make up sex?

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Star Crush

Erotic fiction inspired by Chrissy Fox and Belle Claire in “Under the Stars

From the moment she got home from work, all Chrissy could talk about was her date. I must have heard her mention Thomas seven or eight times before she even bothered to ask me how my day was.

“It was fine,” I said. “I have a date tonight, too.”

“Really?” said Chrissy. “I thought you said you were staying in.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “I just texted Kris, and we’re going out.”

I should have been more excited for her. I should have been helping her get ready. I told myself I was being protective; I was worried Thomas would break her heart. The truth is Thomas was a great guy. I might be the bridesmaid at their wedding, for all I knew, the godmother to their kids. Yet I felt willing to sabotage it all on the off chance that I might one day reveal my secret crush on her.

Yeah, I guess I had it bad for her.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love. What I do know is that Chrissy and I lived in very tight quarters and—despite lots of stress in our lives—I only wanted to strangle her on a few occasions. We were busy and broke, busting our asses as paralegals while taking night classes. Our apartment was more or less a studio with a small nook that the landlord had the audacity to call a kitchen. We split everything, even a full bed that barely left room for a desk. The walls never felt like they were closing in, but they were white and sparse. We couldn’t even afford a curtain for our clawfoot bathtub.

The lack of privacy would have seemed to be a good enough reason for Chrissy to keep me out of the bathroom, even as I banged on the door telling her I was going to “pee my pants.” But I saw her naked all the time. Something else was going on.

I heard the door click. “OK, fine, come in,” she said.

Chrissy couldn’t hide her embarrassment behind her freckles. Her legs were crossed and it was painfully obvious that she wanted to draw attention away from the can of shaving foam on the vanity next to a razor.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What’s it look like?” she said.

“Shaving?” I said. “Where?”

She paused. “Down there,” she said, using her code word for vagina.

“With that stuff?” I said. “Seriously?”

“Original thick and rich shaving cream,” she said, reading the label. “It was, like, a dollar.”

“First of all, this is your first date, so, I mean good for you if you think he is going to go down on you,” I said. “But if he does he’s going to think he picked you up from the nursing home.”

“Do you have any better ideas?” she said.

I had plenty of better ideas stowed away in a plastic tub under my side of the bed. I brought her a bath bomb and some organic shaving cream. "It's never been tested on animals," I said. "So, good for beavers and stuff."

"Oh, wow,” she said. “But is it gluten-free? He might have a wheat allergy or something.”

I did my business quick and gave her almost an hour of peace in the tub. I stripped down looking for something to wear but was distracted as hell. The thought of her in the tub forced me onto the bed. When I heard the water draining from the tub I stopped playing with myself and quickly threw on a thin, loose shirt and some white cotton undies.

Chrissy came out with nothing on but a long, white tank top that was tight around her nipples and clung to her butt cheeks. It was the same thing she wore to bed when our room sweltered in the summer. She would often throw the covers off and the sweat on her body would glow like embers with the reflection of the streetlights. I could stay awake for hours with my hand “down there” watching her sweet tushy roll around.

There were a few times I think she caught me staring at her and once I woke her up midway through an orgasm. “Are you OK?” she said.

“Sorry,” I said, as soon as I was able to speak. “I must have been dreaming."

It wasn’t awkward the next morning, which made me bolder. Sometimes I would go to sleep naked and I would wake up to her sweaty and in my arms. Those were the mornings we’d lounge in bed as many extra minutes as we could, wishing we were cats.

Chrissy had thanked me for the bath goodies but otherwise seemed preoccupied getting ready for her date. I was struggling to get her attention as she looked in the mirror putting her makeup on. I got a few glances as I twirled my hair in my fingers and my struggles to put my hair in pigtail braids finally got her attention.

I thought it was pity that inspired her to sit behind me on the bed to help with my hair. But her hands were shaking and her breathing was irregular. She was quick with my braids but didn't get up. The sound of her nervous exhaling could have knocked me over if I were standing up.

I turned back towards her to find her bottom lip hanging low like a peach ripened with the color of her hair. Her anxious tongue wouldn’t sit still and she struggled to catch her breath until our lips locked.

Her tongue had a taste that made me question my allegiance to men. As we kissed she put her hands on my neck and slowly weaned my shirt off my shoulders. The shirt dropped over my breasts and got hung up on my hardened nipples until her fondling hands knocked it free.


I pulled her shirt down as we continued to make out. Her nipples were soft and inviting, like they were painted in watercolor. I got to suck on them a little but she was in a position to do what she wanted with me. She told me to turn my “sweet ass” over, and she went down on me. Her tongue felt so good on my ass and pussy. I longed for the slow burn of the tip of her tongue but the click of the long hand convinced me otherwise. I didn’t want her to feel the pressure of time when it was my turn to spread her love lips. I asked her to finger me and I came after a few minutes.

“Did that feel good?” she said.

“I think I came when you were breathing on my neck,” I said, laughing. I lifted my head from the duvet cover to look back at her. “But you know what I’m waiting for.”

She got back in bed and opened her legs for me. “This, maybe?” she said. "Will you tell me if I missed a spot?”

“I'll need a few minutes,” I said, diving in to lick and suck on her clit.

“Only a few?” she said.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” I said, refusing to lend my tongue.

Truth be told, I would have given up orgasms for a year just to get one taste of her. Her shaven skin was still as warm as she was on the inside. I continued to moan and hum with the delight of my first taste of wet pussy—or any kind, for that matter—and stretched my tongue down on her until I made her ass glisten.

“Oh, yeah baby,” she said, taking my braids like reigns.

I wanted to give her a kiss and tell her how good she smelled but this honey bear wasn’t taking her nose out of the jar voluntarily. But she began to rub her clit and I had to relent as her hand began to move vigorously and unpredictably. I started finger fucking her, which brought her along even faster.

“Yes, yesss, yeaaah, babeeee,” she said, losing the structure of her words in a climax. “Ohhhh, fawwwwww!”

She clenched her legs together, squeezing my fingers out along with a few drops of love juice. When she had stopped shivering I leaned forward to taste her wet fingers but she jerked them away, still sensitive to touch. I slowly crawled up in between her legs and rested my head on her breasts. Her heart was racing and thumped like it was inside my eardrums.

“You messed up my hair,” I said. “Maybe I should cancel my date.”

“Oh, fuck,” she said. “We’re going out tonight.”

“Maybe we should call in sick,” I said.

“Of what?” she said.

“Of men,” I said.

She took it as a joke, not a hint. She stroked my hair for several minutes and then separated it into strands to stitch together. I sat up so she could do the other side. With my eyes locked on hers, she was slower with the second braid.

When she was finished, we started kissing again, slow and wet. I wanted to tell her I wanted her again but she was the first to get words out. “I need to go,” she said.

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and threw herself together in five minutes. She rushed out the door without saying goodbye or closing the door. I giggled when she poked her head back in.

“I forgot something,” she said, calling me over for a kiss.

“I hope it goes early,” I said, pushing some stray hairs away from her forehead. “Well, I mean. I hope it goes well.”

“Me, too,” she said with a big smile. "For you, too." She gave me another quick kiss and then a longer one before forcing herself away from me and scurrying down the hall in a tiny dress and heels. I waited until she was out of sight to say goodbye. “I’ll wait up for you.”

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Ariel Rebel Confesses: Exhibition

SexArt model Ariel Rebel shares her true-life experiences with you…

I chose an apartment with a lot of windows because I like to walk around naked in front of them. Perched in the clouds in a high-rise, I can admire the city. So many little ants minding their own business while I observe them from afar, comfortable in my bare skin.

My breasts, pushed up against the cold glass, are covered with goosebumps. My long hair – it grew a lot since my most recent SexArt movie – is tickling my hardening nipples. It makes me smile to expose myself like this.

I wasn’t always this way, in fact I was pretty much the opposite. The old me would rather go hide under the bed than consider exposing so much of herself to the world… physically and mentally.  

It takes a certain kind of person to do what I do; but here I am, naked in front of my windows and loving it. Over the years, I’ve learned to be more confident and comfortable in my own skin. The reasons for my exhibitionism will forever evolve as I learn to surf across the current. Every day, I challenge myself to become immune to judgments and conventions, following my own convictions, in order to leave my mark on the world. 

Your body is beautiful, and so is your mind. Challenge your own personal boundaries in order to grow. Never stop growing.  I repeat it to myself like a mantra.

Sometimes, as I stand there naked, I look at people in the buildings across the street. It’s fun to see them go about their lives, and I make up stories about them in my head. You’d be surprised by how many times I’ve caught someone having sex, in the past week alone. Sometimes I’ll touch myself while peeping at someone’s private life, wondering if they secretly know I’m watching.

The orgy-loving couple that host a party every Friday; the bachelor pads and their multitude of conquests; the sexy girl who likes to undress with the drapes open; each little cell belongs to my own personal porn collection. They are all doing their thing while I look at them and caress my body, hands running over my silky skin, exploring every inch. 

Now I imagine it’s your hands running wild over me, I think of the strength of your embrace and the electricity of your kiss. I touch myself harder and imagine us fooling around like those unsuspecting exhibitionists I masturbate over, the voyeur becoming the watched…

Prisoner of my own fantasies, I keep rubbing my clit until I climax. My toes curl down as I try to contain the energy boost and I scream your name as if you were right there with me. The world will stop turning for a moment, as pleasure floods through me, blotting out all other consciousness. Gradually I come back to myself, realizing I’m standing there in the dark, cum drunk, my body still twitching as I look out the window.

I don’t only peep at night, though. Some days I’ll perch my naked behind on the window ledge to daydream about making a garden on top of each of the surrounding buildings, because a green roof would be so much prettier to look at than a cement structure. And then I get to fantasizing about a bunch of naked gardeners downing tools to fuck in the grass, under the blazing sun…

Then I press my hot skin to the cold glass and wonder who’s watching me and daydreaming about me. I smile at the idea of my naked body bringing happiness to someone out there, maybe becoming the inspiration for a symphony I’ll never hear or a painting I’ll never see. It’s a thrill to know I’m giving the world some positive energy. And as an orgasm is the pinnacle of positive energy, how can I resist sharing this with my unknown voyeur once more? I touch myself, and I feel free, fearless and wild…

Today, you’ll be the artist and I’ll be your muse. I’ll expose myself to you, without ever knowing the symphony of thoughts going through your head. I’ll just be here, enjoying myself, walking around naked in front of my big windows.

Love and kisses,

Ariel Rebel

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Who is your top SexArt model of 2017?

2017 was a great year for beautiful girls on SexArt, both naughty newcomers and returning favorites – but who would you pick as your number one? It’s not an easy decision when you’re so spoilt for choice, but here are our top three models at the time of writing, as rated by our members:

Number three is stunning Sybil A, a curvy green-eyed beauty with perfect breasts and a seductive smile. She’s been a solo star on SexArt since 2015, and began shooting girl-girl movies in late 2016, but 2017 saw her shooting boy-girl movies for the first time, and making a huge impact with her evident appetite for sensual pleasure. Sybil’s movies are always popular, with three this year, all directed by Andrej Lupin, rating an impressive 9.5: “Moonlight” and “Just A Dream” both co-starred Kalisy, while “Snow Time” saw her partnered with Nick Ross for some playful and passionate fun.

Gorgeous Georgia (above) is this year’s runner up, making her debut in May and appearing in a further five photosets, all shot by Marlene. The 21-year-old Russian sweetheart has a flawless figure with perfect-handful breasts, often highlighted by tan lines, and a sensational ass; but it’s her pretty face, permanently lit up with a naughty smile, that makes her so irresistible. Two photosets, “Anley” and “Carren,” are rated a whopping 9.6.

The top rated model on SexArt in 2017 was sexy superstar Mila Azul (below), and it’s easy to see why. Since she first appeared in 2016, the 20-year-old busty bombshell has turned heads with her cute and charming demeanor and astonishing natural curves. Mila appeared in eight new photosets this year, shot by Alex Lynn, Erro and Vicente Silva, and all very highly rated. Her masturbation movies on our sister site MetArt X have catapulted her to the top there too, no doubt due to the arousing ‘jiggle factor’ – those beautiful big breasts are nature’s wonders.

Who’s your top SexArt model of 2017, and why?

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