Andor was perusing the paintings of a local art gallery. He always returned to watch one of them. The owner of the gallery noticed this and walked to his side. "Ah, the maid of Bucharest. Thought by many to be too provocative to be hanged on the wall." "I can understand the reasoning", Andor concurred but continued "in my opinion there's something captivating about those eyes. Like she's trying to tell the viewer something."
The owner began to tell the story of the painting. "Well according to a folk tale there was a maid named Juli who lived in Bucharest in the early 1900s. She worked for a wealthy noble who was very fond of her. He even commissioned a painter to make a portrait of her to immortalize her beauty on canvas. Unfortunately, the noble suddenly died of a heart attack the night after the painting was finished.
It was suspected that the maid had something to do with it as the butler had heard heated discussion from the noble's room the night he died. He had recognized Juli's voice. Rumours started to circulate that she was the murderer. People were whispering as she walked by them on the street. She started to fear for her life so in desperation se sought help from a wandering druid who agreed to transfer her life essence into the painting."
"And the maid is still trapped in there?", Andor asked as he almost touched the canvas. For a fleeting moment he thought he saw the maid's hand move. "Yes. If you believe such a tale", the owner said a bit mockingly. Andor still had another question. "Forgive me for asking but what about the size of her breasts? They couldn't have been that big at that time."
The owner had had a tough time getting rid of the painting so he had tried to find out everything about it. "You'd be right. According to another legend the maid was a nymphomaniac. As time passed and she was still trapped in the painting all alone, her thirst for sex became unbearable. As a result, her breasts started to grow. Presumably to increase the chances of luring someone to finally let her out of the painting so she could quench her thirst."
"Thank you for the story. Even if there's no truth to it, it'll be a great way to entertain the guests and to justify the purchase." Andor took the painting to his house and began examining it closely. He moved his hand close to the canvas again. Now the maid's eyes were definitely following it. He pressed his hand against the canvas right on top of the maid's breast. He felt his hand sink into the painting and he realized that he was no longer touching a canvas but a warm and firm breast. A hand touched his wrist and gave it a few short pulls. He interpreted this as a request to pull. A few seconds later Juli was lying on top of Andor on the floor.
"What year is it?", she asked anxiously. "2023", Andor answered. She rose into a sitting position. "Over a hundred years" She was looking around the room. "Do you have a mirror?", she asked while pulling Andor by his shirt towards her. "Yeah, there's one in the bathroom. At the end of the hallway to the left." Juli jumped up and rushed to see her reflection. Andor got up and followed her.
He saw her looking at herself in the mirror and touching her face. "Over a hundred years and everything is still the way it was. Well, almost everything", she said as she touched her magnificent breasts and left out a faint moan. She looked at Andor, started walking towards him and said "you have no idea how horny I am right now. How it feels when you can't satisfy your ever-growing desire. When you've had to endure over a century without having sex."
That burning lust in her eyes made Andor a bit frightful. He began to back up to the hallway as Juli was trying to catch up to him until his back was against a wall. She slid her hand down from Andor's neck to his chest and said "And I'm not going to wait any longer." She put her hand in Andor's pants and started to warm him up. Andor tried to figure out something to say. "I guess it's true that you're a nymphomaniac."
Hearing that Juli smiled. "If that's what you want to call me. I just know that I love having sex. Actually, even that’s an understatement. It’s as essential to me as breathing. Surely, you're not afraid of a woman with a century of pent-up sexual desire, are you?" Andor was getting aroused but he was afraid the other thing the art gallery owner told was true as well. "So, did you kill the noble you were working for? Murdered him?", he asked.
Juli stopped stroking his dick, put her arms behind his neck and pressed herself as tightly to him as her breasts gave way. "If you really must know before you agree to fuck me, then yes and no. His heart was golden but weak." She leaned right next to Andor's ear and proudly said "that night I literally rode him to death." She then took a quick glance at his body. "But you seem to be a lot more fit so I think that's not going to be a concern for you."
Juli backed herself into Andor's dick and slowly started to move her hips in circular motion. They could both see her face in the bathroom mirror. She extended her arms backwards towards Andor. That lustful expression on her face as she licked her lips left no room for guessing. She smiled when she felt Andor grab her hands. As her beaver was neglected for a century, she felt every drop of pleasure tenfold.
After just a few of Andor's thrusts she came for the first time. Her legs were shaking. Andor kept her from dropping down to the floor by continuing to hold her hands. After a brief pause, they resumed. Juli regained control over her legs and brushed off the following orgasms like they were nothing. She could control her legs but not the contractions inside her pussy. Nor did she want to. She enjoyed the way her muscles caressed against Andor's dick inside her and she saw how Andor enjoyed it too.
As the night progressed Juli didn't slow down one bit. She wanted more. She needed more. She worked relentlessly for every orgasm. Every time Andor came and he tried to tap out, Juli found a way to make him hard again. There was a moment of panic in Andor's mind when Juli started riding her even though he knew that his heart could take it. After she came again, she leaned over and started kissing Andor as she continued to grind his dick. The touch of her plumb and soft lips made Andor forget his already aching balls for a moment.
As the first sunrays of the next day were peeping from between the curtains, Juli still hadn't had enough. Andor was forced to do his morning routines at the same time as Juli was fucking him with her massive knockers and sucking him off. Andor fucked her fiercely against the front door just before leaving for work and made her cum one more time. Then he almost dropped her to the floor as he quickly zipped his pants, opened the door and ran to his car. Juli still wasn't satisfied and was about to run after him when she realized she was totally naked. "He'll be back", she said to herself as she closed the door.
And Andor did came back. To make sure he hadn't just imagined the whole thing he'd convinced the gallery owner to come with him to see her for himself. The poor man almost had a heart attack when he saw Juli in the flesh. "I guess I'm not allowed to ride him. Such a shame", Juli said with a wicked smile as she caressed the man's chest.
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