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An Artist and Her Muse

1/14/2006

"Just a minute more; I'm nearly done now, that's
good, the light's just perfect, okay, beautiful,
I think that's it Nick, you've been great, relax
a minute while I put this stuff away. I'm just going
to check that we've got all the poses covered before
you get dressed."
<br>
I watched as he relaxed out of the difficult position, slumping
face forward slightly into my mattress. Reluctantly I
packed the sketchbook and pencils away onto my cluttered
workbench thinking about how much I was going to miss him.
It was little consolation that at least I would have the
drawings and a few photographs to enjoy at my leisure.
<br>
Finding suitable and experienced life models had become
harder for me over the last year or so. To the point of being
nearly impossible. A man with a truly beautiful physique
who could actually take direction and hold still for any
length of time was a rare find indeed. Call me picky, but
I was an artist in search of a very particular look, you know
the finely honed, well-muscled flexible man, a man with
a body that had definition and strength. I know that it all
sounds very clinical but that's how it started. Nick
was just a very beautiful body, the real life embodiment
of the kind of man I'd imagined populating my paintings.
My ideal fantasy man if you like.
<br>
The enthusiastic recommendation of a trusted author friend
had led Nick to me. Nick worked as a freelance writer and
enjoyably filled his down time between projects with a
little life modeling. He'd surprised and delighted
me with his knowledge of art and his passion and enthusiasm
for life when we'd talked about his writing at our first
meeting.
<br>
To be completely honest though, the clincher for me had
been when I'd spotted a particular photograph in his
portfolio. A sexy, warm shot of him laying naked, facedown
on a bed, a classic "waiting" pose and my favourite
view of a man. In the photograph his leg was a little bent,
his knee drawn up, raising his ass slightly. I liked to think
that maybe his erection had necessitated the position.
I envied the person who took that shot and wanted to ask him
about it. But, I kept my curiosity in check and my questions
to myself.
<br>
I generally sketched quickly, but this time I'd needed
four, one and a half-hour sessions with him before I was
satisfied. Well that's not entirely true; in fact,
it's a downright lie. While I was more than happy with
the two big sketchbooks I'd filled with drawings,
detailed sensitive sketches that captured his grace and
strength, I was far from personally satisfied. In fact,
I'd never felt more unsatisfied in my whole life. To
be frank, my whole body ached with the want of him. A delicious
heavy kind of ache that centered itself way down low in my
pussy.
<br>
This last evening session was the most difficult for me,
technically and emotionally. I had asked him to lay face
down, much as he had been in that photograph, on the big bed
that had become the centrepiece of my studio a year ago when
I had started my Men in Love painting series. I loved that
bed. The antique headboard was a decadent, ornate piece,
a weathered nickel plate affair that provided a beautifully
decorative background for my model. It had been an irresistible
junk shop find that had taken two men to carry up to my studio.
Occasionally when I couldn't sleep, I'd grasp
the cool metal of that headboard; my arms outstretched
above my head and let my imagination take me all sorts of
wild places. I'd think up delicious scenes that only
served to keep me awake.
<br>
At this moment, Nick was the only person I could think about.
He lay with the delicious firm curve of his buttocks central
to the pose, the low light casting deep shadows, creating
sharp contrasts against the warmth of his skin. The bedding
was delightfully rumpled into a thousand complex creases
adding texture and contrast around his beautiful smooth
body. Oh, those suggestively rumpled sheets had me hot
every time I looked at them, even if they were going to be
hell to paint when the time came. They spoke in no uncertain
terms of sex; vital, vigorous, physical sex.
<br>
Ironically, I had created a clever illusion, for the only
sex those sheets had seen recently was of the solo kind.
After the last time Nick had been here in my studio home,
posing on that very bed, driving me crazy with that beautiful
body, I'd had to take things in to my own hands -- literally.
With the image of his handsome sweet face and that dangerous
body firmly in my head, I'd pulled my skirt up and thrust
my fingers into my wetness, desperate to relieve the delicious
ache that had distracted me all afternoon. I lay exactly
where his body had been; turning over I had nuzzled my face
down into the sheets, my lips and nose seeking some tiny
trace of him.
<br>
I'd lain on my stomach, hand trapped in my panties picturing
myself under his body, his thick cock thrusting deep inside
me from behind. Moans and lewd, wet sounds would fill the
room. It would be one of those long slow fucks, a maddening
"keep me on the edge" kind of fuck that would
have me arching my back begging for more, grinding my ass
against his body. He'd be crazy with desire for me,
breathing hard, holding my hips tightly, pushing hard
into my wet pussy until he, too, would be overwhelmed by
the pleasure of it.
<br>
Over and over, my fingers had rubbed at my swollen clit,
imagining that they were his. I'd slicked the creamy
juice over that tiny hard bump of flesh, pushing my ass up,
offering myself up to my pretend lover, rubbing faster
and faster until there had been no stopping, no going back,
just a rush of pure exquisite pleasure.
Now as I stood a little way away from the bed, drinking in
the beauty of him, I absentmindedly wondered if he could
perhaps smell the scent of me on those sheets.
<br>
"I'll have a look at the book in case we've
missed any poses, I like to have more than I need, it's
a bit hard to know at this stage which ones I'll use for
sure."
<br>
"I'm fine here, Ella. More than fine. In fact
I think I'm getting quite used to this bed. Do what you
have to do."
<br>
I couldn't help but think that if I did what I truly had
to do, he'd be spending a lot more time in my bed and not
just face down on it, either.
<br>
"Not much longer now, then we'll finish up, Nick."
<br>
I hated speaking those words. I felt sad and disappointed
that our time together was at an end. Our sessions had been
completed in just a two-week timeframe. Two weeks -- that
was as long as I'd known him, but somehow he'd become
part of my life. As unprofessional as it sounds, you don't
inhabit a room for six hours with a divinely naked man and
just walk away unaffected. It's just not possible.
We had a relationship for God's sake; an unusual one,
I admit, but a relationship nevertheless. I didn't
usually develop such a depth of feeling about my models.
There was something about Nick that drew me to him like a
magnet. It was a heady combination of pure animal lust and
a genuine fondness for him -- his warmth and wit and confidence.
Hell, I was fond of him. Very, very fond…
<br>
I'd spent six pleasurable hours becoming intimately
acquainted with every muscle, sinew, crevice, and curve
of this man. I'd studied every wrinkle, curl, crease,
and dimple of him. The very nature of his flesh had been indelibly
drawn in my brain. I knew his body so well that I could have
confidently described the exact position of each of his
vital organs. It sounds ridiculous, but a trained artist
doesn't just see the surface -- we're taught to
look deeper. Of course, I'd observed him as an artist
first and as a woman second. Well, most of the time.
<br>
We'd enjoyed our talks when silence hadn't been
critical, laughed and chatted as if it were the most natural
thing - a fully clothed woman - a stranger really, and her
naked muse. In the end we'd had to avoid topics of conversation
that made us laugh too much, I needed him to be still. Now
I just needed him. The time I was dreading was inevitably
drawing nearer -- the time when Nick would get up from my
bed, casually slip into his clothes, and leave my studio,
this time forever.
<br>
Perhaps I could convince my agent to engage him to attend
the exhibition opening. It was planned for sometime early
in the New Year and then, at least, I'd be guaranteed
another chance to see him. A wicked part of me also smirked
that it would be fun to watch the surprised reactions of
the female patrons who always populated my exhibitions.
I pictured them realizing they were standing next to the
beautiful man who inspired my paintings.
<br>
My publicist and the media folk would love it. "The
Artist and Her Muse" would caption the newspaper
Arts and Entertainment photos. I'd put Nick and his
gorgeous face and irresistible body to good use, assigning
him to champagne and flattery duties with the toughest
female critics in the room. They wouldn't stand a chance
against his charm. The only problem with all of that was
the fact that we were talking about an event scheduled for
five months away. I wasn't going survive until then.
I wanted him now, urgently.
<br>
I flicked through my painting notebook, carefully pretending
to check that we'd literally covered all angles. He
lay a little awkwardly not moving, awaiting the next direction.
He was so good, so still and patient, the perfect model in
every way.
<br>
"Relax sweetie, we don't want you getting stiff,
do we?"
<br>
Fuck! I couldn't believe that I'd said that. My
face burned with embarrassment. The words had just escaped
out of my mouth via my pussy, kind of bypassing my brain.
<br>
Nick chuckled, muffling the sound into the bed linens.
I could see his shoulders shaking with mirth as he tried
to contain his amusement. To complete my embarrassment,
he lifted his head, turning to look at me, eyebrows raised
and a broad smile playing on his face.
<br>
"Sorry, Ella, what was that? I didn't quite catch
it?"
<br>
Turning away from him under the pretence of picking up a
fallen pencil, I mumbled to cover my gaffe, "Um…j-just
make yourself comfortable."
<br>
For all of our sessions I'd struggled to remain the
consummate professional -- the detached artist only interested
in his anatomy in its purest sense. I'd been careful
not to touch him unnecessarily in setting up the poses.
I'd directed him carefully with my voice and clever
man that he was, he seemed to know or sense the look I was after.
Just once or twice I found myself thinking, please misunderstand
my instruction -- let me touch you -- I need to touch you,
let me touch you.
<br>
There'd been the occasional contact, of course, to
refine a precise pose or whenever a subtle readjustment
was required. A finger laid on the sweet curve of a shoulder,
a divine moment when I had shifted his heavy leg and nudged
it up into a tighter, more pleasing bend. Once in our second
session, I'd tilted his lovely face with my finger,
barely brushing his chin, touching his cheek longer than
strictly necessary. Letting someone touch your face has
always seemed, to me, such an intimate gesture -- reserved
for people you trust. I'd felt close to him that day;
it was the day I'd started to truly want him.
<br>
"We'll be through in just a minute and you can
get dressed, Nick."
<br>
Who was I kidding? I didn't want him to go anywhere,
ever. I'd spent the last hour squeezing my thighs together
hard, unsuccessfully trying to quell and contain the ache
growing in my naked pussy. Every time I moved, the soft fabric
of my skirt brushed against me, skimming across my pubic
area, igniting the sensitive flesh between my thighs again.
The skirt was one that begged to be worn without panties.
The slinky soft fabric caressed my naked ass, thighs, and
legs all day as I worked at my paintings. It swirled and curled
about my legs as I went about my life. It seemed such a foolish
impractical thing to wear while working, but the sheer
sensuousness of it drew me to it regularly. In my mind, it
had become my "come fuck me" skirt. I felt horny
every time I wore it. Never more than now.
<br>
I knew I was stalling. I watched him there face down on my
bed, with one leg bent to raise his groin from the mattress,
his beautiful ass in the air. What I really wanted was to
strip naked and bury my face between those cheeks, inhale
him into my body, lick and taste every inch of him. I wanted
to lean right over that smooth back and trace my soft breasts
and painfully hard nipples across those muscles that I
felt I knew so well. I wanted to grind my pussy against his
warm flesh and feel him deep inside me. I convinced myself,
in that moment, that there was a serious gap in my knowledge
of him, one that I needed to fill. Desperately. Immediately.
<br>
I summoned my courage.
<br>
My heart beat fast in my chest, and it was all I could do to
keep my breathing steady as I knelt on the bed beside him.
My weight caused him to nudge just the tiniest bit towards
me. He kept his head buried in his arm. I think that for a moment
he believed that I was just arranging him for another sketch.
Tentatively, I traced the sweet curve of his ass cheek,
the little crease where cheek meets thigh. Oh, I loved these
places on a man and on this one especially. I'd been
looking at him for days, not touching, denying myself the
pleasure.
<br>
I palmed the weight of his buttock enjoying the firmness
and resilience of the warm flesh in my hand. He uttered a
little moan into the fold of his arm; still he didn't
look up. My fingers explored his ass almost of their own
volition. Around each cheek they went, tracing the divide
between them, dipping and seeking that hidden, soft secret
flesh. I felt his body push back against my fingers, offering
himself to me, and, at the same time, asking for more. I happily
obliged him, softly stroking and pressing the deliciously
sensitive skin of his anus. Not a word was spoken, the only
sounds, the little moans that escaped from him, my own ragged
breathing and the faint music in the distance from out in
the street below. I leaned close to him, speaking softly,
letting my breath play over his neck and ear. He smelled
so good, that fine male smell that made my pulse flutter.
<br>
"Nick? I think we may have missed a pose, um…a detail
really, but I'm going to need it if I want to use those
front-on poses we did the other day. Do you think you could
roll over for me? You know, on to your back, yeah that’s good,
just like that."
<br>
I knew that strictly speaking, it probably wasn't
right to do this with him, a man in my employ, my model, but
I couldn't help myself. I was completely without scruples,
and I coudn't stop.
<br>
Ever noticed how lust has a way of making just about anything
justifiable? He stared at me then, straight in to my eyes,
his own filled with a questioning look. He must have seen
my desire for him, read it plainly there in my face. My cheeks
felt pink with excitement. Nick smiled at me, a beautiful
warm smile that said he understood my need. That smiling
mouth of his was irresistible. God, how I loved those lips,
soft, smooth sensuous lips. Lips that demanded to be kissed,
sucked, nibbled, and tasted. I wanted to swallow this man.
<br>
He saw me staring at his sweet mouth and teasingly opened
his lips a little, letting me catch a glimpse of the pink
tongue that lurked there. Oh, he was bad--perfectly wicked.
He must have known how I wanted that tongue, wanted it in
my mouth, wanted to feel it on my neck, licking over my breasts,
leaving a wet trail down over my soft belly, to lap at the
salty wetness between my legs. I leaned close to him, my
face brushing gently against the roughness of his cheek.
My lips hovered over his, not touching, just inhaling his
breath. I kept absolutely still, wanting him to kiss me
first. I needed to know that he wanted this to happen. He
stretched upward until his warm soft lips were on mine.
<br>
"I want you Ella." He spoke the sweetest words
in the world directly into my mouth. He trapped those words,
sealing my mouth with his lips lest they try to escape; there
was little risk of that; I swallowed them down hungrily.
He licked at my mouth making me crazy.
<br>
<br>
"Tell me again Nick, " my breath coming in little
gasps.
<br>
"I want you, all of you."
<br>
I heard a little moan escape from my mouth as his words registered
a delicious pull of desire in my pussy. I felt that I was going
to come just from kissing him, and my pussy flooded with
juice at the thought. Breathing hard, I tried to regain
some semblance of control. I moved to a safer distance,
a little way from his mouth, as I tried as best that I could
to resume my artist persona, if only momentarily.
<br>
Smiling at him, I quietly cajoled him, "Let's
move this leg up a little more, open up this area around your
pretty cock so I can see you."
<br>
Nick groaned a little and his cock twitched to attention
when I mentioned it. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever
seen. It was like I was talking to that beautiful half-hard
cock nestled between his thighs and it was listening to
me and responding. Does that sound crazy? I watched fascinated
as it came to life, becoming more engorged, the thick veins
and arteries doing their job, his balls drawing up close
to his body. The position of his leg cast a slight shadow
over his cock and my greedy eyes were not satisfied.
<br>
"I'd like to see more of you, there's no need
to be shy, you know I've seen just about every inch of
you these last few days, move your leg over a bit. Oh sweetie
that’s just fine, maybe a bit more, why don't you open
up your legs for me a little wider?"
<br>
"Like this Ell?" he asked, smiling and keeping
his eyes on mine as he shifted his muscular thigh, revealing
himself to me.
<br>
I swallowed at the sight of him, the more I spoke, the harder
he got.
<br>
"Nick, how am I ever going to paint you, all of you without
seeing you up close? You don't mind if I do that do you?
You're so beautiful." I had my head down close
to his hard cock as if inspecting the detail of his flesh.
I wanted my lips to be on that cock, to taste him, suck him,
lick and devour him.
<br>
I was surprised and a little confused when he covered his
groin coyly with his widespread hands, effectively blocking
my view. I felt cheated and anxious for a moment, thinking
that maybe I'd shocked him with my forwardness? That
was, until I looked up and saw that cheeky boy grin on his
face.
<br>
"I think it's about time I saw you naked, Ella.
Seems to me like I've got about six hours of viewing
to catch up on, if I'm not mistaken. You can see me up
close when your clothes are off--all off. That's the
deal sweetie."
<br>
I blushed thinking that he must have been aware of my desire
for him all along. I was nothing if not transparent, totally
and completely see through. I'd never been much good
at the mysterious woman thing, I was more obvious than that.
I considered myself a straightforward person with a big
appetite for life.
<br>
"I'd like to see you, I want to see your body, Ella."
<br>
His words sent a shot of pure pleasure through me, making
my breathing do funny things.
<br>
"Jesus, Nick, if I get naked, I'll want more than
just to look at you."
<br>
I certainly had no false modesty about my body; it functioned
and gave me great pleasure. I'd modeled naked for plenty
of life drawing classes, and my soft curves seemed to please
artists and lovers alike. They certainly pleased me.
<br>
I loved my full round breasts decorated with pretty sensitive
nipples of deepest rose, as well as the soft stomach that
led to a fleshy pink pussy that nestled there between my
slim thighs. I'd even taken to shaving those pussy
lips smooth just so I could enjoy the feel and the look of
them. I liked the way they peeped out almost obscenely,
making their presence known.
I enjoyed the way he watched me so intently, desire in his
eyes, it almost made me feel as though I was performing for
him. The performance game was one I especially loved to
play.
<br>
Kneeling in front of him, I slowly peeled my T-shirt up,
hesitating for just a moment as my arms brushed against
the softness of my nearly naked breasts. With a slow pull
upward, I shed the shirt. Knowing that Nick could clearly
see my hard nipples through the sheerness of my bra, I couldn't
resist bringing up my hands to gently squeeze the sensitive
tips, bringing them to even stiffer peaks. Nick's
eyes opened wider in appreciation of the gesture, his hand
gripping the hard cock he'd been hiding from me.
<br>
Leaning back a little, my fingers found and released the
little silver clasp nestled in my cleavage. I opened the
bra, revealing my flesh by degrees until at last my breasts
bounced free of the fabric. Wriggling up close to him, I
offered him one pink tipped breast. Nick caught my eye and
bestowed a single chaste kiss on the soft skin, making me
moan in frustration.
<br>
"All the clothes Ella, take them all off, and don't
think you can distract me with these, woman, " he
said laughing, taking the proffered nipple into his mouth,
sucking it hard enough to make me squeal.
<br>
I made a rude face at him. Then I scooted to the edge of the
bed, quickly standing to slip off my skirt. He rolled over
onto his side casually, to watch me.
<br>
"Turn around Ella, I want to see your ass when you take
your skirt off, " he ordered. "Please."
<br>
Oh! So now, my model man had turned artist all of a sudden.
He'd always obliged my requests so well, that I felt
it was the least I could do to indulge him a little. I intended
to tease him though, for holding out on me, for covering
himself when I wanted him so badly. I was going to make him
pay sweetly for that. I decided that my slowness and restraint
would be his punishment. He was going to have to wait.
<br>
Standing close to him I lifted my foot to rest it on the edge
of the bed, first there were sandals to be removed, then
we'd deal with the skirt. My face came close to his as
I leant forward to unbuckle the strap; my breasts rubbed
deliciously against the soft fabric of the skirt. Off came
the sandal. Up went the other foot, this time I lifted the
skirt higher letting the material gather, allowing him
a close up view of my naked thighs.
<br>
Nick watched, his hand tightly clasped around his cock,
not saying anything, just watching with the remarkable
stillness I knew he was capable of. For a split second, the
artist in me recognised the sheer erotic beauty of his pose.
I smiled smugly as I watched his head tilt a little, trying
to see past the fabric, to catch a glimpse of my pussy. With
the sandals removed and my foot still resting just inches
away from his face, I pulled at the skirt. I lifted the fabric
until the hem rested at the tops of my thighs, just a fraction
of an inch away from revealing my swollen, wet pussy lips.
<br>
Letting the skirt drop just a fraction, I reached down under
the hem, my fingers scooping a little of the slippery juice
from my naked pussy. I decorated my nipples with the fragrant
wetness, tracing lazy circles around each of the stiff
pink peaks, until they glistened and shone in the lamplight.
Keeping my eyes locked on his beautiful face, I dipped my
fingers again into that dripping place, this time painting
a little of the viscous fluid over his bottom lip, making
him groan loudly. Pushing my wet finger into his hot mouth,
I let him lick the salty tang from my skin, breathe the scent
of me while I fucked his lips with tiny soft stabbing motions.
My pussy clenched in rhythm to those little finger thrusts.
<br>
Silently I turned away from him, planning my strategy,
wondering how long I was going to be able to delay his discovery
of the fact that I was totally naked beneath the concealing
folds of the skirt. He'd think, of course, that I'd
planned or counted on this seduction. Maybe he'd be
right. With my back to Nick I wantonly pulled the skirt fabric
tight bunching it to the front of me, revealing the curve
of my ass and thighs to him. I could hear his breathing growing
ragged.
<br>
"Ella…the skirt…take it off now." His voice
was thick with desire and I smiled to myself pleased that
he was enjoying my little performance. "I want you
to be naked now."
<br>
"The skirt Nick? Lose the skirt?"
<br>
"Ella! Do it…please!"
<br>
"You mean like this Nick?" Still with my back
to him I hooked my thumbs into the stretchy waist of the skirt
and gently nudged it down a little way over the curve of my
hip. Arching my back unashamedly, I pulled the skirt over
the top of my round ass inching it downward as more and more
of my flesh was revealed.
<br>
We'd come to that place in the performance that I loved
so much. That exquisite moment when I'm almost more
naked than naked. I could feel the weight of the fabric begin
to pull the skirt down. I knew with certainty that at any
second with just the slightest of nudges or wriggles, that
skirt would fall, baring me. If his heavy breathing was
anything to go by, Nick knew it too. I stood perfectly still
enjoying the tension. I could almost feel his eyes on me
willing that skirt to disappear through sheer force of
willpower. The seconds ticked by.
<br>
"Ella, we had a deal…remember?" Nick choked
out the words.
<br>
"Oh that's right, now I remember, I get naked,
I get to suck you. Is that the deal Nick?"
<br>
I flicked the waist band with a finger sending it sliding
over my bare thighs to puddle at my feet. Looking up, I glimpsed
myself in the mirror opposite the bed and saw myself dispassionately;
framed like a picture. Totally naked, pink cheeked, tousled
hair, full breasts with nipples drawn up to tight points
and in the background like a stunning tableaux on my bed--Nick.
<br>
Again, I kept perfectly still while he looked at me.
<br>
"You're beautiful, just beautiful."
<br>
I couldn't resist the final tease. Always a tidy girl
when it came to putting away clothes I slowly bent forward
to lift the skirt from the floor. Seeing his hand in the mirror
as he stroked his hard cock was my reward.
<br>
"Now what was that about a deal?" I could wait
no longer.
<br>
I turned and wasted no time in straddling his legs. Holding
his face in my hands I said, "Pay up Nick. Or else."
His kiss sucked my tongue into his hot mouth, sending a corresponding
tug of pure pleasure to my clit. Taking his hands in mine,
I spread his arms away from his body leaving his beautiful
cock vulnerable. I buried my face in his curls breathing
him in, nuzzling into the crevices between his strong thighs,
leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft nibbles in my wake.
I kissed along the inside of his thighs almost down to his
knee and slowly back up to within an inch of his hard cock.
My breasts felt so good rubbing against his skin. Pulling
away from him just a little, I skimmed my hard nipples over
his cock and thighs, tickling him with the hard points.
<br>
Leaning up and over his beautiful body, I smiled at him.
<br>
"I have to have you, eat you up…Nick, " I whispered.
I kissed his soft mouth, sucking his tongue into mine, nipping
at his lips, gently licking around their edges.
<br>
My hand dropped to his mid-section again. "I want
your cock."
<br>
Fuck! I was on the verge of coming just saying the words.
The aching urgent need in my pussy wouldn't be denied.
I desperately needed to be touched there. I wasn't
going to be able to wait an instant longer. Shifting, I straddled
just one of his thick thighs, I trapped it tightly between
my own. Pressing my body down, I squeezed his warm leg hard,
I glued myself to him with my slick, open pussy, the lips
spread, stuck wetly to his flesh.
<br>
I rocked on that thigh, pushing and grinding my pussy harder
and harder against the rough curls of hair. Working myself
into a delicious frenzy, I grabbed his hand and thrust it
between my legs, trapping it between my wet flesh and his
thigh, wanting his fingers in me, his palm mashed against
my clit. Nick groaned out loud as his hand made contact with
my intimate wetness. Gripping my hip tightly with his other
hand, he pushed and pulled my body onto his thigh, encouraging
me. It was perfect. I rubbed my pussy against him again and
again completely without shame, lost in my pleasure, until
with a wild, frantic final thrust of my hips, I came. A wonderful
molten explosion had me flood him with my juices.
<br>
I slumped forward a little, surprised and overwhelmed
by the intensity of my reaction to him. I rested my head on
his chest for a moment wanting to catch my breath before
completing our "deal." I could hear his heart
pounding with excitement, just as I could feel mine. Nick's
arms held me close, he stroked my shoulders and neck with
a soft, idle touch that seemed to recognise I needed a little
recovery time.
<br>
Even as I made to leave his embrace, he covered my face with
soft kisses until my heart stopped beating so hard. With
my breathing under control, I wriggled down the bed a little
so I could kiss his taut belly. God, I loved his belly, I'd
studied every one of those sexy muscles, in particular
the ones that ran like arrows to his groin.
<br>
I kissed and mouthed his warm skin and followed the trail
of soft fur that led me to his cock.
<br>
Shifting to kneel between his thighs, I took his engorged
cock into my mouth, savouring the salty, sweet taste of
the fluid I squeezed from him. It literally made my mouth
water. I coated the length of him, holding him in a wet grip
with my lips, swirling my tongue around the hot smoothness.
I circled his hard flesh with my hand, rubbing, and pulling
in rhythm to my sucking, my other hand cupping his heavy
balls. Over and over, I licked and played with him; flicking
my tongue across and around the swollen head, eating him,
making him moan and writhe against me.
<br>
Pushing my hands to his hips, I stilled his movements. I
gently nibbled and kissed the length of his cock, sucking
his balls into my mouth in turn. I couldn't resist reaching
down under his firm ass cheeks until my fingers found that
tight circle of soft skin just begging to be stroked and
licked. He moaned and wriggled against me as my fingers
rubbed, pressed, and gently explored his sweet ass. His
sounds drove me crazy with lust for him. I licked his thigh,
slick with fragrant juice where my pussy had been. I looked
up to see Nick's face flushed with pleasure, watching
me as I rubbed the velvety flesh of his cock against my face
and lips.
<br>
He thrust his hips up to meet me, fucking my mouth gently,
his thick hot cock sliding between my lips. He felt so good,
so hard and smooth. I imagined how that cock would look and
feel sliding between my wet pussy lips, pushing into me
with that same steady rhythm. I longed for him to be in me.
<br>
"I want to fuck you Nick, have this beautiful cock
in me."
<br>
He throbbed in my hand, I could actually feel his juices
move through the length of him emerging as glistening drops
that spilt from his body, a tempting treat to be licked off.
<br>
"Slow down woman, there's plenty of time, "
he chided me gently. "Come up here, right up here,
I do believe there's something I need to look at closely
too."
<br>
He grinned at me, his eyes shining with mischief. He reached
over to my bedside table drawing the lamp closer. "Stand
up Ella, I want to see you. And then, my lovely, I want to eat
you."
<br>
There was absolutely no resisting an invitation like that.
Still straddling him, I moved up his body until I stood,
lewdly positioned with my feet alongside his neck, his
handsome, smiling face directly below my dripping pussy.
<br>
"You're way too far away, " he pointed
out. "Come down close, I want that pussy to be near
me."
<br>
Taking hold of the cool metal of the headboard above him
for balance, I lowered my body until I was within inches
of his face.
<br>
"Stop Ell, just stop there so I can see this pretty
pussy, that's right, just there, "
<br>
He reached up and rubbed the shiny, smooth outer lips of
my pussy with his fingers, spreading the swollen flesh
to reveal the wet, pink folds within, pressing around that
hard little clit making it stand proud of its hiding place.
Nick stroked just a single fingertip over that sensitive
little nub, making me squirm with pleasure. His finger
found its way into my body making me gasp and clench around
it.
<br>
"Oh my sweet girl, you're beautiful, so fucking
beautiful, come closer so I can taste you."
<br>
He grasped my hips and pulled me down until I was kneeling
up right over his chin. His hot tongue came out to greet me,
welcoming my pussy down on to his hungry mouth. Nick licked
at the entrance of my pussy, lapping at the juice that puddled
there. He trailed his tongue along my folds and flicked
at my swollen clitoris, sucking at it, making me moan and
squirm in ecstasy against his face and chin.
<br>
He pulled my pussy lips into his sweet mouth, sucking and
nibbling at them hungrily. I've always loved it when
a man sucks my whole pussy into his mouth as if he wants to
devour me. As if I'm the most delicious morsel of flesh
he's ever tasted, as if I'm the most desirable
creature in the world, as if nothing else exists except
for my greedy pussy that deserves only his loving worship.
<br>
Nick was certainly a man who knew how to pleasure a woman
with his mouth, a connoisseur, an artist in his own right.
He held me tightly with his strong hands holding my ass,
supporting me, spreading me, rubbing me over his face like
I was some kind of truly edible woman. He treated me as if
my wetness was some kind of precious salve that he needed
spread over his skin. His mouth filled me with the beautiful
sounds of his pleasure, each sigh and moan swelling my flesh
until the exquisite sensation of it threatened to engulf
me completely. I wanted him inside me then, desperately.
<br>
"Nick, Nick stop!" I whimpered. "Stop
for a minute. You'll be drowned if you stay there."
<br>
He looked up at me smiling, his face wet and shiny. "And
that's a bad thing? I'm willing to take the risk
Ell, I can swim, trust me." He held on to my thighs tightly,
preventing me from moving.
<br>
"No, I want to you inside me, I want your cock. Please!"
<br>
He mocked me a little, a huge smile broke out on his face.
<br>
"So you want to fuck? Oh, is that where this has all
being heading?"
<br>
For just a split second his joking threw me, surely he didn't
intend to deny me. "Don't tease Nick, I'm
serious. I need you now."
<br>
I realised to my shame that I was actually sounding petulant
and seriously considered smothering him between my thighs
if he didn't quit with the joking!
<br>
"Would I ever tease a woman in serious need of fucking?
Never." He gave me that wide-eyed innocent who me?
look. "Why don't you scoot back a bit and come
sit on me, Ell?"
<br>
I needed no further prompting. Nick held me while I disentangled
my knees from around his head and clambered back down his
body. I straddled his slim hips, lowering my body until
my breasts brushed against his mouth and my swollen pussy
lips hovered just above his cock. I pressed back onto him,
his hardness opening me, stretching and filling me completely.
He pushed, slowly easing his cock all the way in to my body.
I moaned with the sheer pleasure of it, my flesh clenching
around his. I felt that I'd waited so long, imagined
this so many times, that it was I could do not to come there
and then, on that first stroke.
<br>
He felt so good inside my body. I was torn between wanting
to thrust wildly against him or just staying very still,
squeezing him gently with my wet pussy. Closing my eyes
and concentrating on the exquisite sensations, I chose
stillness knowing that my climax was literally a few thrusts
away. As I bent to kiss him, he pulled me to him, kissing my
face, licking and sucking at my lips, making me swoon with
the joy of it. My head felt dizzy, drunk with desire. I sat
back, straightening up so I could enjoy the sight of him,
under me.
<br>
"Oh God, Ell you look so hot sitting there with my cock
in you."
<br>
Nick's hands caressed and lifted my breasts, tweaked
at my nipples, pinching and pulling hard at the flesh, sending
wonderful shock waves of pleasure to my cunt--my wet cunt.
There's a moment when I'm fucking with a beautiful
man, his hard cock plunging deeply inside of me, when I'm
right on the edge of exploding, that that genteel pussy
becomes a cunt. A raw, hot wet place. The centre of the universe,
where all the blood in my body congregates to swell the flesh,
to tighten the hold, to feed the muscles that squeeze and
grip until it is genteel no more. Just pure animal flesh
desperately seeking pleasure and satisfaction.
<br>
We fit together so well, his hard body and my lush softness.
In my mirror I could see that we looked beautiful, joined
as we were, our flesh intimately connected. I raised myself
on my heels so we could watch the sight of his cock sliding
gently between those soft smooth lips.
<br>
Craning his neck a little to enjoy the view, his voice hoarse,
he panted, "You'll make me come doing that Ell."
<br>
"This?" I drew my body up away from the length
his cock and plunged it back, pushing him into me, bumping
that place deep inside me that had me gasping for air in excitement.
I could hear my groans and moans mix with his as I did it again
and again. I was teetering on the very edge of losing control
for the second time. I sat back, squeezing his hips between
my knees, my ass pressed hard against him.
<br>
I slowed. My rocking movements pressed his pubic bone directly
against my engorged clit. The more I rocked, the more it
rubbed, the deeper he pressed into me. The closer I got,
the more he thrust, the deeper he went, the more he filled
me, the wilder we bucked and fucked. The look on his face
told me clearly that he wasn't going to be able to hold
on much longer. I wanted to him to come so badly, to come in
me.
<br>
We moved in perfect unison now, my hips pushing forward,
his thrusting up hard, making my breasts jiggle and bounce.
He held my hips tightly using his hands to push me onto him,
again and again. Faster and harder, plunging his cock into
my hot tight cunt over and over until, with a hard final thrust,
he let out a deep, low, growl of pleasure as he came, grinding
himself against me, filling me with his cum.
<br>
That last urgent push of his cock had my body turning to liquid,
flooding me with juice, sending sharp shards of pleasure
convulsing through me. The spasms made my body clench and
grip him, milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. I
stayed very still as those final waves of pleasure coursed
through me, softening my muscles and bones until my body
refused to hold me up any longer. Moaning and panting for
breath, I fell into his embrace, feeling his warm kisses
on my hair and face, his strong arms around me.
<br>
We laid, my handsome model and I, sweaty, satisfied, replete.
Nick closed his eyes, his head on my pillow, his body relaxed,
looking so peaceful. I could see his reflection in the mirror,
his restful pose giving me ideas. Perhaps my painting series
needed some sleeping poses to be quite complete as a body
of work. Yes, actually I don't know why I hadn't
thought of that before. Of course it did. I was going to need
many, many sketches for that, yes, lots and lots of drawings
and at least a dozen sittings or more to fully capture my
beautiful muse.

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Me thinks someone is jealous of your talent. Another erotic
masterpiece.

1/15/2006

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samantha u r 19 and such a xxxellent posting u have done that
i have never heard about even from the more skilled ones.u
should have spent a long time but it will get u more friends
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Me thinks he protests to much

1/15/2006

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KEEP THESE STORIES CUMMING THEY TURN A LOT OF PEOPLE ON

1/15/2006

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Outstanding work. Your stories always give me the best
solo orgasms. Keep it up!

8/15/2007