It’s always so hard finding a new model to sit for me. Hannah had been great, but she finished grad school and was moving across the country. I put an ad in the campus paper, but so far the responses had been few and far between. Most weren’t willing to model nude, despite having explicitly said so.
But you, you are different, you insist that you don’t need to meet. You tell me on the phone that you know Hannah and have spoken to her about it and understand what is involved. I figure, why not, I have nothing to lose and we agree on a session time and hang up.
You are early for our first session and catch me slightly off-guard. I am still in my studio finishing off a piece, when I hear the doorbell. I scramble to clean my hands off and look somewhat presentable, as I answer the door.
Your back is to me, as you are starting to walk away, and I call out to you. You stop abruptly and wheel yourself around to face me. I can’t make out from the look on your face if you are annoyed or relieved that I answer the door. Perhaps it is a mix of both, but your piercing eyes bore right through me. I greet you awkwardly, offering you my paint-covered hand, which you look down at, and then back up at me. I take my hand away, apologize and gesture to invite you in, instead.
You move towards me with a confidence and grace few possess, yet you have an air of shyness behind your eyes. This catches my attention right away. I walk you back to the studio, where the light floods in from all sides. The walls and ceiling are all glass, so nothing but beautiful natural light illuminates the space. You place your bag on the chaise (shay-z) lounge and I offer you something to drink. You politely decline and seem to want to get down to business.
I attempt to break the ice and make you feel more comfortable by asking you about school and some of your interests. You only offer simple replies and seem slightly distracted, looking around and taking in your surroundings. I then ask you why you are interested in doing nude modeling and you seem to get a little flustered. You unconsciously tuck your hair behind your ear and mumble something about grad school being expensive. You ask me if there’s a space for you to undress and leave your stuff. I direct you to the room just outside the studio. I mention there is a robe in there for you, as you make your way to the room.
You emerge a few minutes later, nervously clutching the robe closed. You make your way into the room and I direct you to the chaise. I just want to do some sketches, it’s how I usually spend the first session with all new models, so we can both get comfortable with each other. You have your back to me as you let the robe slip down off your shoulders to the crook in your arms.
You glance over your shoulder at me, with those inquisitive eyes. I can’t help but get caught up in them. You nervously look down and slowly turn towards me, dropping the robe to the floor. You slowly bring your head up again, but this time you avoid my eyes. You look off into the garden and fix your gaze on something there.
I, on the other hand, am captivated by you. My eye follows down your cheek to your jawline, where the light catches your neck and draws me down to your clavicle. I can’t help but notice that your breathing has become ever so slightly heavier, which makes it difficult not to rest my gaze on your beautiful breasts. I can’t help but stare and begin to memorize the shape of them.
It is only as I make my way a little further down that I become aware just how hard your nipples have become. It’s on the warmer side in the studio, so I don’t think it is because you are cold. My eyes drift further down to your hips and thighs where you are resting your hands.
It’s all I can do to not imagine they are mine and I am behind you, caressing you. I clear my throat and lightly shake my head to snap myself out of my burgeoning daydream. I take my pencil and begin to sketch you.
At first, you are a little shy and slightly unsure of yourself. But with a little direction and encouragement from me, you start to look a little more comfortable and sure of yourself. You choose some beautiful positions that accentuate your best features and you seem to have a knack of finding just the right light. I become engrossed in drawing you and your beautiful curves.
After a while, we take a break and offer you something to drink. This time you graciously accept and ask for a cup of tea. I watch you as you slip the robe back on and join me in the kitchen. I put the kettle on and retrieve a mug and a selection of teas for you to choose.
You are standing very close to me and I can smell your shampoo or perfume, I’m not sure which, but it is intoxicating and I resist the urge to lean further into you. The kettle finally comes to a boil and we both reach for it at the same time. Your fingers graze the back of my hand, and I feel this jolt run through me. You quickly pull your hand away, as you realize I’ve gotten to the kettle first.
I pour the water into your cup and then some for myself. We have a pleasant conversation, but I am distracted by the way you are staring me in the eye and biting your lip. That and you have your one hand tucked inside your robe at your chest and all I can do is imagine that it’s my hand there caressing you. Plus, the way you almost moan with your “uh huhs” and “yeahs”, as you listen to me talk, has me slightly unnerved. We finish our drinks and head back into the studio to finish the session.
We spend another half an hour doing some quick sketches of you in various positions on the chaise, but your demeanour from earlier in the session has changed and there is the confidence that I witnessed when you first strode up to the house. You’re almost flirty with me and being suggestive in the poses that you choose. Almost staring me down, like you’re daring me not to take my eyes off of you.
You slip back into the robe and head to the room to change. When you come back out you join me and have a look at the sketches that I’m going over. You seem pretty pleased by what you find. I hand you a key to the studio to use, in case I’m running late for a session, and your fee. You lean in unexpectedly and give me a hug. You press your body into me and I again smell that wonderful fragrance. I get lost for a second in the moment, but then come back as you pull away. I show you to the door and tell you I will text you to book our next session.
We have a few more sessions that go very well and you continue to tease me, taking every opportunity to lightly touch me, graze my arm, place your hand on my back, or when you bend over to pick up your robe, showing me your pretty pussy lips. I want to chalk it up to you just having some fun with me. I had only ever kept it professional with the models I hired, but with you it’s different. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.
I book you for an evening session as the piece I have in mind is darker and moodier and I want to be able to produce more dramatic lighting. I ask you to be at the studio for 8:30pm, as I have a meeting with a client earlier in the evening.
The garage is tucked away in the back of the property, and I have to walk through the garden and past the studio to get to the house. I notice a faint light coming from the studio as soon as I open the door to leave the garage. I could have sworn that I’d turned off all the lights when I left earlier.
It’s as I get closer that I see you in the studio. I stop dead in my tracks. The first thing I notice is that there are candles lit all around the studio, providing an almost otherworldly glow to the space. You are lying on the chaise, your robe wide open with your legs spread, one foot on the floor and the other bent and spreading you as wide as possible. Your one hand is on your breast, playing with your nipple and your other hand is between your legs.
You have your lips spread open with your two fingers and are playing with yourself with your middle finger. It looks as though you’ve been there for a little while, as your pussy is glistening in the soft light. You take your middle finger and plunge it into your pussy and begin to finger yourself. I can feel myself getting hard and pressing against my pants. I reach down and adjust myself as it’s becoming uncomfortable.
I don’t know whether to keep making my way through the garden or to stay where I am and wait until you are finished. I decide on the latter, as I’m captivated by the sight of you pleasuring yourself. Watching you play with yourself and hearing your soft sighs and quiet moans making their way through the thin glass is mesmerizing. The longer I stand there, the harder it is to resist touching myself, especially the closer you get to cumming. I can’t take it any more and decide to make my way into the house.
I quietly enter the back door and make my way around to the studio, your moans getting louder the closer I get. As I step through the threshold and into the space I can smell your familiar scent mixed with the scent of your pussy and it is intoxicating. You are so lost in the moment, that you do not hear me enter the room. Within a few strides I am standing in front of you, watching you work your dripping wet pussy, making my cock even harder.
You finally open your eyes, as you feel my presence. You stare me directly in the eyes, but do not stop, as I assumed you would once you knew you were caught. Instead, much to my surprise, you turn your body ever so slightly towards me and bite your lip and continue pleasuring yourself. You look at me with those fierce eyes of yours, but now there is also a sultry element that draws me in.
I stand in front of you stroking myself through my pants, feeling slightly unsure what to do. Part of me wants to continue watching you and the other part wants to ruin you. But I am not left to ponder for long, as you part your luscious lips and barely manage to whimper between your moans,
“Fuck me, please fuck me! I need you”
In a bit of shock, but not one to be told twice, I drop to my knees in front of you and replace your hand with my mouth. Your pussy is so slick with want, that my face is covered in your juices in no time. You press your hips up approvingly, as I slowly lick and suck at your clit, taking my time to enjoy you in my mouth and how you are wriggling, writhing and moaning in pleasure.
I slide my arms up under your thighs and wrap my arms around them and press down on your hips, in an attempt to restrain your increasingly erratic undulations. I can tell you are close to cumming by how desperately you are trying to grind your pussy into my face, but I am in control and I make you beg.
You let out a few soft “pleases”, but I don’t feel like that is good enough and stop. You stare at me with a wanton look in your eyes, wondering why I have stopped. I look up at you and say,
“Come on, you can do better than that, I know you can. Be a good girl and tell me how bad you want to cum. I’m not going to let you cum until I’m satisfied with your answer.”
You are begging me with your eyes, and there are wimpers escaping your throat, but I am not falling for it. I lean down and kiss your inner thighs, teasing you. I look up at you again and say,
“Now, now, you know what I want to hear… Atta girl, use your words, I know it’s hard, but I know you can do it.”
You look me in the eye and tell me how much you need me to make you cum. That it’s all you’ve been thinking about since our first session. You’ve been fantasizing about having my tongue on your pussy, my fingers inside you and the thing you’ve been thinking about the most, my cock inside you.
You beg me to put you out of your misery, but I still don’t want to just yet, as payback for the way you’d been teasing me during the last few sessions. I slip my fingers inside you and edge you for a while longer, bringing you so close to orgasm multiple times, only to deny you and start all over again.
After a while I finally give in to your whimpering and you clench and cum around my fingers. You slide off the chaise, almost in a heap in front of me, catching your breath. Both of us on our knees, you push yourself up to meet me. You lean in and run your hands up under my t-shirt and up my chest, then around to my back, pressing your bare breasts into me and bringing your lips just shy of touching mine. You smirk and let out a soft chuckle and delicately lean in and kiss me lightly on the lips.
You pull back and look up at me with those penetrating eyes of yours and I can’t hold back any longer. I reach in and cup your face in both my hands and kiss you deeply. You let out the sweetest moans as I devour you. I make my way to your neck and you let out an almost guttural moan in pleasure. I can feel you shiver and see the goosebumps appear down your chest, even making your nipple visibly harder, as I trace my hand down the other side of your neck, down your chest to your other breast.
I take you in my hand and caress you, playing with your nipple and making it hard between my finger and thumb. You let out a gasp of approval and press your lips together before making delicious moans for me. At this you open your eyes and there is a wicked look of determination behind them and you bite your lip playfully. You urgently pull at my shirt and get it off of me, throwing it into a heap across the room.
You turn your attention to my pants and undo my belt and unbutton and unzip my pants. But you don’t make a move to take them off, instead you slip your fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slowly delve your hand down into them. You find what you are looking for quickly, and a mischievous smile crosses your lips. I’m already very hard, but your touch seems to make me just that much more so.
You lean in and kiss my chest as you continue to stroke me. I reach up and place my hand on the back of your head and stroke your hair. You trail your lips up my chest to my neck and jaw, you lean in to my ear and whisper,
“Now it’s my turn. Get on the chaise… please.”
You look at me with these irresistible doe eyes that I simply can’t deny. I move to the chaise and lean back, looking down at you. Kneeling in front of me, you place your hands on my knees and ever so slowly slide your hands up my thighs, bringing your body up between my legs. I can’t help but stare at your beautiful breasts as you get closer to me.
Your hands eventually make their way to my waist and you curl your fingers into the waistband of my pants and slowly pull them down, taking your time as you go, prolonging the anticipation. You finally get them down enough that my cock emerges and is on full display for you. You stare at it, press your lips together, slightly smirk and slowly raise your gaze to meet my eyes. You proceed to pull my pants down the rest of my legs and off of me.
You make your way up between my legs, brushing my cock with your nipple, on your way up to meet my lips. You kiss me teasingly, like a preview of what’s to come. You slowly kiss your way down my chest, stopping to play with and bite my nipples, making my cock twitch. Your lips make their way down my stomach and to the head of my cock, which is already leaking pre-cum.
You tease me and flick the head of my cock with the tip of your tongue, causing me to let out a deep moan. Looking up at me and holding my gaze, you move down to the base of my shaft and with your tongue flat, you lick all the way up the underside of my shaft to the tip again. This time you don’t stop and proceed to take the head into your mouth.
But you don’t stop there, you keep taking me all the way in, until I can feel the head of my cock at the back of your throat. You don’t break eye contact and start to slowly fuck your throat with my cock. The sounds coming from you are guttural and are almost enough to make me cum on their own. Your hands are resting on my thighs and I reach and tuck my thumbs under your palms and place my hands over yours, caressing the tops of your soft hands. You keep this up for a bit, but if you go much longer I’m going to cum, so I place my hand on your cheek and stop you.
You slide me out of your mouth and slowly get up off your knees and crawl onto my lap, straddle me, lean in and kiss me deeply, your breasts pressing against my chest and your pussy lightly brushing against my cock. I place my hands on your back and slowly slide them down, gripping your ass and pressing you harder against my cock. I can feel your wetness gradually covering my length the more you grind against me.
The warmth from your pussy feels so good against me, almost like it is beckoning to me, inviting me in. You take your mouth off mine and look me in the eyes and slightly smirk at me. You reach between your legs and grab my cock. You guide me to your entrance and tease me by rubbing my head against your clit. I can tell by the look on your face that you want me inside you, as it’s as much torture for you, as it is for me.
A moment later you slowly begin to slide yourself down onto me, staring me in the eye the whole way down. But you can’t help yourself, the moment when I’m all the way inside you, your eyes roll back into your head and you let out a very satisfactory moan, as you arch your back. I move my hands up to your breasts and gently caress them in my hands, and play with your nipples.
You let out some approving gasps and moans and reach up and place your hands over mine, all the while you continue to gently roll your hips and slide up and down my cock. God you feel so good, so wet, so warm, so soft. Every so often you clench around me and I can feel you getting closer. You fall forward and grip the back of the chaise above my shoulders and lean in and kiss me and moan in my mouth as you finally cum around my cock.
Your pussy feels so good, as it convulses around me, your legs shaking, almost making me cum. You collapse onto me, and bury your head in my neck, trying to catch your breath. I caress your back and check-in to make sure you are okay, whispering in your ear what a good girl you are. I kiss your neck and down your shoulder, you let out an approving moan. After a few minutes, you sit up and look down at me, smirking in anticipation of what’s to come next, because you know there is more to come.
With me still inside you, I grab your ass and as I pick you up off the chaise. You wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck, letting out a soft giggle as you kiss my neck. I turn around and lay you back down on the chaise, leaning in, kissing you, as I thrust into your dripping pussy. After a few minutes, I lean in and whisper in your ear,
“Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”
You look at me with a naughty grin and your big eyes, get up and turn onto your knees, leaning over the back of the chaise. You look back at me and wiggle your hips, taunting me. I give your ass a teasing slap and you playful gasp and let out an approving moan. I run my hand over the slight red mark, caressing it and you push your hips back into me.
I spank you again, this time a little harder. You let out another, slightly louder moan of approval and an “Mmm, yes”, while I gently rub your ass. I take my cock in my hand and rub the head up and down your slit, getting the head all wet while teasing you.
You squirm with anticipation, pleading with me to put my cock inside you. I slowly slide myself inside you, watching my cock as it’s swallowed up by your beautiful pussy. I grab your hips and thrust in and out of you, deeper with each thrust. The delicious moans that escape from your mouth and the way you feel wrapped around my cock, are almost enough to make me cum right away, but I hold off.
I slide my hands down your back and rest them on your shoulders. I grip your shoulders and start to thrust into you harder, my hips bouncing off your ass. You bury your face in the chaise and all I can hear are muffled cries of pleasure. I feel you start to clench around me just before you cum, you come up for air and your moans aren’t stifled anymore. I feel you cum around me and I slow my thrusts to let you enjoy your orgasm, but I’m not quite ready to cum yet.
I feel your orgasm subside and start to quicken my thrusts. You look back at me with this coy look on your face and smirk. Your pussy feels so good around my cock, that I get lost for a minute in the pleasure and almost have an outer body experience. You bring me back as you start to repeatedly plead and beg for me to cum inside you. I try to hold on, but you start to purposely clench around my cock, making your pussy even tighter. You push your hips back and start to meet my thrusts, making it even harder to control myself. It all proves too much for me and I finally cum deep inside your pussy.
I collapse onto your back, both of us out of breath, kissing your back and running my hands down your body. After a few minutes, I lift myself off you and slide myself out. You get off your knees and lay down on the chaise. I grab a bottle of water and a blanket and lay down behind you, spooning you and handing you the water and throwing the blanket over us. I wrap my arm around you, pull you in, kissing your neck and shoulder. I ask you if you’re okay and you respond with a very satisfied moan and “yes, incredibly.” You reach back and caress up and down my thigh and ask me what I’m thinking. I can’t help but chuckle and say,
“Well, that was not how I thought tonight’s session was going to go.”
You turn over to face me, drape your leg over mine, press yourself into me and kiss me softly on the lips. Then you raise your eyebrow and say,
“Oh, that’s exactly how I thought tonight’s session was going to go.”
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