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Nude Model

By: robertcleve



Ever since my neighbor Amy found out that I was posing nude for a college art class, she has been pestering me.

How many females in the class?

How do you pose?

Do you get aroused?

Are you embarrassed?

Etc…etc…etc

Now don’t get me wrong…I really do like Amy. We’ve had several nude outings together…but have refrained from actually going all the way.

But. she likes to tease me…”just to keep in practice, Bob”.

We’ll be sitting quietly chatting, when she’ll nonchalantly unzip me and pull out my penis to play with it…as if she has nothing better to do. She explains that she needs to keep her hands busy since recently quitting smoking.

It works for me.

Anyway, she has a friend, Ann, who would like to meet me. Amy didn’t elaborate but I figured it would have something to do with getting naked…me getting naked, that is.

I agreed to go over to Ann’s with Amy and hear them out.

“Ann, this is Bob Cleve. The man I told you about.”

“Very pleased to meet you, Robert.”

Ann extended her hand to mine and we shook…smiling all the while with her pleasant, warm, blue eyes.

“Come in you two and have a seat..” 

She seemed relaxed … confidant and at ease making us feel very welcome to her home.

While Ann is near 60 years old, she exudes femininity thru every pore.

Wearing a soft pastel sweater, mid length skirt, a loose gold bracelet hung from her wrist and just a hint of perfume...

As she bent over to serve coffee, she leaned in and said softly to me, “And where shall we begin?”

“Go ahead, Ann… tell Bob.”

“Well, Robert, its like this. I have two nieces visiting who will be going away to school in the fall. And I……well I……. think that….… they should……”

“Go ahead Ann, Bob’s not shy”

“Okay…Robert, I think that they should become acquainted with the male body.”

“I see, Ann”, I finally said.

“A nude male body, Robert.”

“Yes, Ann”

“I wanted to interview you first before bringing in the girls to be certain that you were compatible…that you were suitable…there are other criteria, other aspects of your…

Well…ah… She was hesitating again…a little flustered..so I broke in.

“Is this to be a live Anatomy Class, with a naked man as a prop?”

“Exactly, Robert,,,I knew you’d understand.

I think you’ll do just fine. Don’t you Amy?”

Before Amy could answer…

“Now stand up, Robert, and strip”

That was direct. 

No, please disrobe…or would you feel more comfortable going more slowly …or how would you like to pose. Nothing…

“I said get up and strip, Robert…now”

It was okay…she was tense. And I enjoy being nude in front of women, so I began.

“A little faster, Robert.”

Shirt, pants, shoes, socks…gone. 

Only the boxers remained, as I stood in front of them.

“Please, take off those shorts, Robert, and come closer.”

Finally some civility!

I dropped the shorts and stood silently for a second. Fully and totally naked for them.

Pretty much like art class…only a smaller audience…my penis hung limply and slightly swollen. Drooping over my balls and scrotum.

“That’s very nice, Robert. Do you mind?”

With that, 

Ann reached under gently and felt the heftiness of my balls with her left hand. Then looking over to Amy and bouncing them in her hand, said.

“These hang a bit low don’t they, Amy?

And they are a little larger than normal”

Amy just smiled and let Ann continue.

“Turn around, Robert, and let’s see you from behind.”

Besides the genitals, gals really get a kick out of a guy’s ass. Never understood that one…must be like breasts is for a guy.

I turned as Ann and Amy watched. My penis and balls moved apart and rubbed against my thighs….this was getting to be fun.

Ann spoke, “Very cute buttocks, Robert.”… as she gently placed her open hand on a cheek and stroked it slowly….”Very smooth….no flaws…no fat…very nice indeed.”

She continued to stroke my butt as she spoke. Holding her hand there while she had me turn back around…slowly.

“This penis, Amy”…as it fell into her palm as I completed the turn.

“This penis, Amy… I would like to see a little more substance here.”

“Ann, Bob is a professional model and knows how to conduct himself”

Ann leered at her.

“Okay…. Bob give her a little more substance”

What Amy said is true.

I rarely get aroused while modeling and do a decent job of controlling my erections.

I’ll puff up some for Ann and see how she reacts.

“Ready, Ann?”

“Let me see, Robert.”

My cock began to swell in Ann’s tiny hand as she kept adjusting her grip to accommodate its increasing size.

Kneading and stoking it while she watched.

“This is much better, Robert” 

As it filled her hand the head began to peak out from under the foreskin.

“I like an uncircumcised penis, Robert”…as she stroked back …exposing the head completely.

“What’s this …about six inches so far, Amy?…holding my cock out for Amy to see.

“I guess so, Ann.”

“It’s meaty and tender. Oh, Robert, give us a full erection, please.”

I could have done it with just Ann’s helping hand but I wanted to bring Amy into this more. Also, I needed to have a nice set of tender lips on my cock. Amy is such a sweet girl and looks so good with a cock in her mouth.

“Amy would you please help me…suck on the head for a moment”

Amy was caught by surprise…but came over and started to kiss it.

With each kiss my cock got bigger until it was fully engorged. Ann stroked it up and down and said…

“Yes, this will do just fine. Looks like you’re the man….Would you be our model, Robert?” 

Of course. I would say yes but wanted to prolong this episode with the ladies.

“Probably, Ann, but besides acting as a nude prop…what other exercises will be covered in your demonstration for the girls?

“We’ll start with a strip…just you, Robert.

You should plan on being a bit provocative when you disrobe. I want the girls to experience this as sexually as possible without actually completing the act.

We’ll go over your entire body…in detail. Something like today.

You know..

Balls…erection…scrotum…buttocks…Okay, so far?”

“Is that all, Ann?”

“Well, a couple more demonstrations on techniques and that’s about all.”

“Like what, Ann?”

“Well… I want to demonstrate how the male scrotum retracts around the balls when it is cold. So….maybe…. I’ll…. have you drop your balls in a cold bowl of ice water.”

“Ouch! Ann” as I winked at her and Amy.

My erection was coming back up to full force as I imagined my balls in the water and my cock hanging over the rim of the bowl.

“Will the girls have to handle me… in any way, Ann?”

“If you don’t mind…I want both girls to jack you off…to completion if you can manage two ejaculations.”

“Anything else,Ann?”

“If you think you can pull it off…I want you to jack off for all of us.”

“Well…I….”

“Better yet, Robert. Stand up right now and jack off!”

“Right, now. And jack off nice and slow.

Let’s see how much cum you’ve got stored in those big balls of yours.”

How could I refuse such a request?

I stood up, still completely naked and walked over to where Amy and Ann were sitting.

“Close enough ladies?”

They smiled and nodded as I took my nearly full and very meaty penis in my right hand.

I bent at the knees and thrust my pelvis and cock towards them…they were delightful to look at.

I slowly began to stroke my cock as they watched.

My balls slapping against my legs…

End of chapter one

Chapter Two: Sandi and Sharon’s Class Begins...

I’ll write this final chapter soon. In the meantime if you readers have suggestions how it might go…please let me know.

I enjoyed writing this one and would feel the same towards your comments. 

Nude Model and Japanese Erotica



I was a nude life drawing model when I was in my 20s. I was regarded as an excellent model since I was completely comfortable being nude in a group of clothed people and I could hold poses very well. I also was very creative in my poses. I worked very regularly, and worked around five times a week for ten years. It is now over 25 years since I last posed, and I am looking back upon my most interesting experiences. The following experience took place after I had been posing for eight years, so I considered myself very experienced. 

As you would imagine, most classes hired just one model, but occasionally two models were hired when the group or the instructor wished to draw the interaction between models. Almost always when I posed with another model, the other model was female. Once in a while, I posed with another man. I generally liked posing with women more than men, as women were more creative in their poses than most men were. Female models knew to twist their body into interesting shapes and emotionally engage in their poses. Most men (but not me) tended to just sit or stand. One artist once told me that he liked drawing me because I posed more like a woman poses - he said that most men were like beached whales. Yes, they were nude, but they did nothing interesting with their bodies.

I had been hired this day for a private drawing group, and there was to be another male model. His name was Chuck. The group wanted wrestling poses. We were to do three 30 minute poses with breaks in between.

We had never met each other, but had heard of each other from other artists. We were both regulars on the figure model scene. We had also seen drawings of each other nude, so we both knew what the other looked like! I was 5'10" and weighed 140 pounds. Chuck was around my height, but about forty pounds heavier than me. He looked like he was in his 50s. He was also completely shaved, no pubic hair whatsoever. Although this is pretty common now, back then it was very unusual.

As we were undressing together, I asked him about the shaving. He told me that he recently was posing for a painter, and the painter had requested that he be completely shaven for the pose. I wasn't sure if I entirely believed him, but I wasn't about to challenge his story.

I have to admit that I always look closely at all parts of the models that I work with! Men's penises, when flaccid, are so different! When I wasn't aroused, like now, my dick hangs straight down over my balls, is thin, and is around 3 inches long. Chuck's dick was very small, just about an inch long, fairly thick, and stuck straight out. His balls were completely exposed.

Looking at Chuck, I started to get just a little bit aroused. I wasn't particularly interested in men my own age. But an older, larger man always excited me.I loved having their dick inside my asshole. I loved being physically dominated when they were fucking me. I loved when they came inside me.

We put on our robes and walked to the posing platform together, took off our robes, and spoke to Jill, the group moderator today. I had posed many times for this group before. This group alternated who was to pose and talk to the models. The rule in this group was that only the moderator talked with the models. I have since learned that the origins of "no talking to the model" rules came from the history of life drawing. Back in the old days, most models were also prostitutes, and it was viewed as demeaning for the artist to have to talk to the whore models! But I didn't know this at that time.

Before starting my poses, I like to see who will be drawing me today. There were about ten people in the room, seven men and three women. I had posed for this group many times, so all their faces were familiar to me.

Jill told us that the first pose was supposed to be like at the beginning of a match. We should both stand with knees, bent facing each other. Our arms were to be around each other's shoulders. It was fairly easy to hold this, since we were supporting each other. We could both lean against the other one somewhat.

Some interesting things happen where you are in contact with another model's body. One thing that almost always happens is that you start breathing together. I remember a pose with a female model, where I was spooning her. We involuntarily coordinated our breath, and therefore also coordinated the slight movements the body makes when it inhales and exhales. That was so relaxing, breathing and moving with another person.

After the first pose was over, we put on our robes and walked around the room, looking at the pictures that were made of us. This was a very talented group - sometimes in college figure drawing classes, especially at the beginning of a semester, the drawings are pretty bad! But this group always did beautiful work.

After the break was over, we put walked to the platform again and took off our robes. Jill told us that the second pose was to be the starting position after one wrestler had won a point. She told Chuck to get on his hands and knees. Then she told me to get on my knees, behind Chuck and slightly to his left. I was to rest my torso was to lie on top of Chuck's back, and my hips and legs were to the side of his legs. It was pretty intimate, as my arms were around his chest. But it was very easy pose to hold. 

Since my chest was on his back, our breath was again synchronized. I could see Chuck's face in this pose. At one point, his face got red and he started breathing harder, so we were no longer in sync. I could guess what was going on! Chuck must be getting aroused. 

After the pose was finished, we put on our robes. Chuck didn't walk around the room this time; he just went to a seat in the corner of the room. But I looked at the artist's work, as I always did. Yes, Chuck had definitely gotten hard, and some of the artists drew it.

After looking at all the drawings, I went back to the corner where Chuck was. He told me how embarrassed he was! I told him not to worry -all male models get erections occasionally, and it was especially common when posing with another model. We get stimulated by seeing another naked body, the smell of another person often excites us, and certainly physical contact is exciting also. He shouldn't worry about it. 

At the end of the break, we walked to the platform again and removed our robes. This was to be the last pose for the evening.

Jill told us that this pose would be like the end of a match. She told me that Chuck would be the winner, and I would be the dominated loser.

She told me to get on my hands and knees, and spread my legs. She told Chuck to get on his knees immediately behind me, and to put his chest on my back. I could feel the weight of his body. She told him to move forward until the front of his thighs was against the back of my thighs. As soon as he positioned himself completely in the pose, I could feel the tip of his penis pressing against my anus. His dick was no longer aroused so it was again small and sticking straight out. If my dick was against Chuck's ass, it would have been straight down against his ass crack. But because of Chuck's anatomy, his dick was aimed right at my asshole!

The sensation of his penis against my asshole started to stimulate me. At this point in my life, I knew that my asshole was unusually responsive to stimuli. My anal sphincter starts to relax and open, and I even start to secrete colonic mucus. The mucus allows for anal penetration of me without artificial lubrication. My ass responds just like a woman's vagina, and people have told me that my asshole is basically a cunt, ready always to be fucked. And right now, I wanted Chuck to fuck me.

After we had been in the pose for a few minutes, we again synchronized our breath. Along with the breath, we were slightly moving together. And again, Chuck started to get hard. His dick was growing. Because of the way that Chuck was positioned behind me, as his dick grew, it started to penetrate me. 

I wanted Chuck's dick in my asshole so bad! And here, I had to be patient and wait as his dick slowly lengthened and gradually enter me. I could feel my sphincter gradually open. I could feel the mucus in my colon start to drip down. As he grew, His dick finally started rubbing against my prostate, and then it grew past there. Eventually, he was fully inside me, and I was so excited to have Chuck completely inside my ass. I was all his, and was so excited to be there for his pleasure.

And it was all happening in front of a group of artists, who were drawing me! I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. I was sure that the artists were hoping something like this might happen when they set me and Chuck up in this position.

Our breathing remained synchronized. With each breath, we were moving slightly forward and slightly back. I found myself getting aroused also. The stimulation of Chuck's dick against my prostate, the stimulation of my anus as Chuck stretched it with his dick, the very small movements, and knowing that artists were drawing us made this the most erotic moment of my life so far! So now we were both hard. My hard dick was hanging down for all the artists to see. Chuck's hard dick was in my ass, which they could also see!

Towards the end of the pose, Chuck finally ejaculated inside me. Being a good model, he really tried to stay as still as possible, even when spurting his semen inside me, which meant that I really could feel his penis getting even larger and then throbbing as he came. 

That extra movement against my prostate was enough to send me over the edge, and I ejaculated also. It was the most powerful ejaculation I ever had, and it was impossible to stop myself from bucking back and forth. I was putting on quite a show!

Afterwards, we still had to hold the pose for another five minutes. I could feel him softening inside me. When the pose was over, he moved off me and pulled his penis out of me. An enormous stream of his semen came out of my butt and went over the back of my thighs. We were both a mess, but of course it was worse for me.

Neither of us wanted to put on our clothes in our current state, so we stayed on the platform and asked Jill if she could get us paper towels from the bathroom. She brought us a roll, and I wiped myself off, as did the other model. When we were as clean as we could get, I gave her the roll back and she thanked us for our work. 

Jill told us that the poses we did were the most authentic and least academic poses she had ever seen. She told us that our ejaculations showed how into the experience we were - it was like the difference between good and bad acting.

As models, back then, we would each get $10 an hour. But this time, the artists were so impressed with our work; they decided to tip us as well. While we were still on the platform, they came up to each of us, and handed us a five, a ten, or a twenty dollar bill. That had never happened before here.

I then put on my robe, and walked to the changing area and got dressed. After I was dressed, a regular member of the group named Allen approached me. He told me that he was very impressed with my work today, and he knew of a group in a city near us that would be very interested in me. He told me that this group pays very well, about $100 an hour. I asked him what was the nature of the group, and he told me that they did erotic figure drawing and use only the best models. He occasionally drew with them, and he told me that he would recommend me to the group's leader. Her name was Joan, and he gave me her phone number.

One hundred dollars an hour was great pay back then, and I decided to give Joan a call a week later. When I reached her, Joan told me that she was expecting my call. Allen had already called her about me, and recommended me very highly.

She told me that her group did erotic figure drawing. But to make good erotic art, both models and artists need to explore new approaches to each other. From years of training in university art classes, most models and artists are used to keeping an academic distance between each other. Artists ignore the models as anything other than physical objects, and models just ignore the artists when they are on the platform.

Artists need to view their models as real human beings, with real sexuality. They need to closely observe their models, and understand the sexual expressiveness of their models. And models need to know that they can express themselves sexually while being observed by artists. It is no accident that most of the truly great erotic art was made by artists who were using their lovers as their subjects.

For this reason, she went on, the group interacts with their models in ways that other drawing groups never do. For one thing, members of the group do touch the models in very intimate ways. A female model might have an artist stroke her breasts or taste her clitoris. A male model might have an artist suck his cock or insert a dildo in his ass. This generally would happen at the beginning of a session, before we draw. By playing with our models, we get to know them sexually. When we know them sexually, we can better express their sexuality in our art.

Joan asked me to describe myself. I told her I was 30 and had a runner's build - I used to run marathons back then. I had olive skin and dark hair. She asked me if my body was hairy or smooth. I told her that I was fairly smooth - just some pubic and armpit hair, and a little hair around my nipples. 

She told me that they always hired at least two models for each session. She asked me if I would work with male and female models. I told her that I was comfortable working with either gender. She told me that was good - in case of a cancellation, it is easier to find a substitute if the models are flexible.

She told me that I would be touched by both male and female artists, and was that OK for me? I told her that I enjoyed the attention of both men and women.

After a brief pause, she told me that she would like me to come to a session in three weeks. She would pay me $300 for the session. The theme of the group that day was to be Japanese erotica. The other model was a thin woman of Chinese ancestry who was around my age. She thought that the two of us would match up well with each other.

She told me the time and date, and the address where I was to go. She also told me that I should completely shave my body that day. I no longer doubted Chuck's explanation for his completely shaved body, as an artist was requesting that I shave my body! 

Joan also told me to shower shortly before coming, and to avoid putting anything with a scent on my body for a few days before hand. She told me she wanted me to be clean, but only smell of myself. And not to bring a robe - I would be completely nude for the whole session, even during any breaks.

On the day of the modeling session, I took the train to the nearby city, and went to the large apartment in a very wealthy part of town. When I got there, Joan greeted me, and ushered me into a small bedroom next to the foyer. I think in such lavish apartments, a room like this is called the servant's room. Joan told me to leave my clothes in this room.

Wanda, the other model, was already waiting there. She was sitting in a chair, and smiled at me. She told me that she had posed for this group several times already. She was pleased that she would be posing with a man, as she had only posed here with women so far. Other than hearing of the Japanese theme, she had no idea what was going to happen today. Every time was always different, she told me, but it was always amazing.

We both took off our clothes and left them on the bed. She was about six inches shorter than me, with small breasts and narrow hips. She was in great shape. I noticed that she too was completely shaven. Because of her lack of hair (very unusual in those days, common now), her genitals were more exposed than those of women I had posed with before. I glanced at her pubic area. I noticed that her clitoris was fairly large and her labia were unusually prominent.

We walked out of the bedroom together nude. No robes today! Joan told us that we looked perfectly matched. She was always pleased when she matched models so well! We walked together to a large room that probably was a ballroom at one time.

In the room were two adjoining tables surrounded by easels. I also noticed that there were ropes hanging down from the ceiling in the very center of the large room.

There was also a man in the room wearing a chef's uniform and hat. He was standing next to a cart that contained a large tray of sushi.

Joan told us that the day would start with nyotaimori. Neither Wanda nor I had ever heard of this. Joan explained that nyotaimori was a Japanese word that meant nude sushi. We were to lie down on a table, face up, and the chef would put sushi and sashimi directly on our bodies. When the artists arrived, they would draw us and then consume what was on our bodies. The sushi would be warmed to our body temperature, and it would also absorb some of our natural body smells. In Japan, she continued, it was not uncommon for diners to rub their sushi against particularly aromatic parts of the body, such as the vagina, the armpit or the hip crease. By supplying our natural scents, Wanda and I would enhance our diner's experience with our own essences. 

The chef motioned for Wanda to lie down on one of the tables. The table was covered with a white tablecloth, and underneath the tablecloth was a thin mattress. He rolled the cart over to Wanda, and then started putting fish down. He put sashimi slices on her breasts in the direction of her nipples, and then put a piece of sushi on each nipple. He put sushi pieces on her from her neck to her clitoris. The chef then motioned for her to spread her legs wider. He then very gently spread her labia apart with his fingers, and inserted a piece of sashimi directly into her vagina! He then laid another piece of sashimi so that it covered her inner labia. A piece of sushi was placed on her clit. He then put some seaweed salad where her pubic hair would normally be. At this point, he was done with the most sexual parts of Wanda. He finished by putting lines of sushi and sashimi down her legs and her arms. 

The chef then motioned for me to lie on the other table. He said "Nantaimori", which was the only word he was to utter. Joan explained that nantaimori means eating sushi off a nude male model, and that nyotaimori actually refers to eating nude sushi off a female.

He started by making the same breast design that he made on Wanda, and then I had the row of sushi placed on me from my neck to just above my penis. The sushi felt quite cold. He then motioned for me to spread my legs wider. He placed sashimi in each hip crease, and then gently picked up my penis with two fingers. He placed three slices of sashimi on my scrotum (one of each testicle and one in the middle), and then placed my penis down on top of the sashimi. He then placed two pieces of sashimi on my cock, one on the shaft and one on the head. Having that much cold fish on my genitals was startling, and I could feel myself shrink. Then I also got the seaweed salad pubic wig that Wanda was wearing. And as with Wanda, lines of sashimi were placed on my legs and arms.

For a final touch, the chef told us to close our eyes and he put cucumber slices on our eyelids. We would only be able to see when the cucumber was removed. 

Joan then told us that she was about to put earplugs into our ears. We would be able to neither see nor hear. This would enhance our sensual experience, as we would only have our senses of touch, taste, and feel.

The program was going to be that the artists would enter the room and start drawing us. There were six men and two women here today. Wanda and I would hold our position for a minimum of 15 minutes and a maximum of 30 minutes. 




Nude Model and Japanese Erotica



The artists would then approach one of us and start to eat the food that had been placed on our bodies. They would be able to only use their mouths - no fingers and certainly no chopsticks. This should be an incredible experience for both them and for us - especially as we have been denied the use of hearing and sight. We would be able to feel multiple wet, soft mouths all over our bodies. 

After all the food had been eaten off one of us, they would then draw that model for a short five minute pose. When that was finished, the cucumber slices and earplugs would be removed from the first model. The artists would approach the second model and start eating.

Joan then inserted the ear plugs, first into Wanda and then into me. Now, my only senses were touch, taste, and smell. I could still feel the coolness of the fish against my body. But the room was warm, and I could gradually sense that the sushi was taking on my body temperature.

In a minute, I had the vaguest sense that more people were in the room, and I knew that I was being observed very closely and my image was going on the artist's paper. Being covered with fish was a new experience for me, of course. But having my eyes shut and my ears plugged added novelty to my posing naked. I had no idea what the artists were like, no idea whether they were male or female, and no idea what their ages were. I didn't know how many were drawing me and how many were drawing Wanda.

I was very comfortable lying on the table, so I just relaxed and let my mind wander. I guess it was like being in a sensory deprivation tank. Eventually, I got the sense that people were coming over to my table. I felt the first mouths on me, and it seemed like there are always at least five mouths on me at all times.

Maybe they were a little shy? They went for the sushi on my legs and on my arms first. Each person started by licking around the roll or the sashimi. Then they put their lips over the fish and slowly sucked it in their mouth. Then I could feel gentle licking where the food no longer was.

The sensations were unbelievably erotic. I could feel myself starting to get aroused. But the sashimi that was on my penis was heavy enough that I wasn't going to rise up that much.

After all the sushi was gone from my limbs, they started on my chest. The nipples first! They ate the sashimi that was pointed towards my nipples, and then one lucky person on each side got the sushi on my nipples. When my nipples were uncovered, some turns licking and sucking my nipples. That felt great!

The chest midline sushi was next. They carefully ate each one from top to bottom. The net effect was a group of people slowly licking me from head to crotch. Wow! My entire body was turned on.

Time for salad! Each of them buried their faces just above my sashimi-covered cock and grabbed some seaweed with their mouth. I could feel the warmth of each face, and could feel their hot breath against my cock.

So what was left? I could feel a hand on each foot and then my legs were spread a little wider. Two of them went simultaneously for the sashimi in my hip creases, and then I felt two other tongues licking slowly where the sashimi had been. For the first time, I felt compelled to move, and I started moving my hips back and forth, and up and down. I was more aroused than I had ever been.

Now for the fish that was on my cock. They took turns, very gently licking around each piece. Multiple tongues on my cock, what could possibly feel better! Then two lucky people got to take the sashimi in their mouth, sashimi that had been flavored by the sweat of my penis.

All that was left was the sashimi that was on my scrotum. To get it, my penis had to be lifted up a bit. They could not use their mouths, so I could feel a mouth enveloping my dick and raising it up. Whoever had me in their mouth was a really good cocksucker - they used a lot of tongue and I could feel myself getting harder. I also could sense that each of the fish was being removed at once by other mouths. After a couple of minutes, I ejaculated into the mouth that was sucking me - I had no idea who this mouth belonged to, or whether it was male or female.

The mouth with my cum in it pulled off my dick, and I thought I was done. But then I was being washed! I could feel a liquid being poured on me that stung a little - it must have been sake. And the sake, flavored with sake and me, was being lapped up.

Now we must be done. But I then felt a mouth on top of my mouth. When the other person's lips started to open, mine did too. A piece of sushi covered with my cum dropped into my mouth! Finally I got to eat something! The saltiness of my cum flavored the sushi very nicely!

At this point, Joan came over to me. She removed the cucumber over my eyes and removed the ear plugs. I could hear and see again. She told me that what just happened was great. The artists in the group had greatly enjoyed eating off me and she could tell how intimately they knew me now. She invited me to look at the drawings that the artists had made of me - both before the feast and during the feast.

I sat up, and saw Wanda the other model. To my surprise, she was bound up with ropes! There were additional ropes attached to each limb and also to her torso. There were two long poles hanging horizontally, attached to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. I assumed that the artists had eaten the sushi off her first, since the rigger had time to tie her up.

Joan told me that what they were now doing was called shibari in Japan - Japanese rope bondage. The rigger was very professional and very experienced. The group would like to have me bound as well. I would be unable to move, but if I was in any pain, I could ask to be released at any time. I told Joan that I was very used to being still, so not having the option to move would be liberating in a way.

The artists were drawing Wanda, and the rigger came over to me. He motioned for me to stand up. He started by tying my forearms behind my back, with an elaborate rope design over my torso down to both hip creases. I could feel the ropes against the side of my testicles, but my genitals were hanging freely. 

The rigger then told me to lie on my stomach. He then tied one rope around each of my legs. There were ropes that extended loosely from several places along my back, from my thighs and from my ankles. I could freely move my head, but I could move nothing else. I was bound. But I liked this feeling very much. As a model, I often had to be still, and I enjoyed that sensation. Here, my stillness was enforced.

When the rigger was finished with me, he rolled me over on my side. I was now facing away from Wanda. The artists then came over to me with their easels, and started drawing me. As they were drawing me, I wondered in whose mouth I had ejaculated in earlier. I had no idea! But I did know that all of them had eaten off me, had drunk sake off me, and had licked me from head to toe. This thought was very exciting to me and I started to get aroused again. Soon I was full erect.

After fifteen minutes, the rigger came back over to me. The artists left me, and the rigger carried me over to where Wanda was. I could now see that she was suspended in the air. The ropes from her back and legs were attached to the horizontal poles hanging in the air. She looked very comfortable and in no pain. The artists were starting to draw her again.

The rigger put me on my side. He very carefully attached the loose ropes to the second pole, and then gradually raised me up. I was now suspended also. He positioned me so that my torso was facing down and my legs were very widely spread apart with my knees bent. I was in an ideal position to be fucked in the ass! 

The artists again came over to me and started drawing me in this position. The rigger went back to Wanda, and took her down. He had her lie on the ground to rest while the artists were working on me. I couldn't move and was quite exposed. Because my legs were apart, I could feel my asshole start to open. I could also feel the colonic mucus start to lubricate me.

After they were finished with this pose, the rigger carried Wanda over to me and laid her on the ground beneath me. He spoke to Joan in Japanese, and Joan then told everyone what he had in mind. 

The rigger was going to tie Wanda and I together. We would be attached at the sides of our torsos and my left leg was going to be tied to her right leg. The rigger brought Wanda over to where I was and attached her ropes to the pole that I was hanging from. She also was in a belly down position with her hips and knees both bent. He then tied her leg to my leg, and the right side of her torso to the left side of my torso. We were now attached. Both of us looked ready to be fucked, side by side.

The artists then moved around us again, and started drawing. When they were finished, in around 20 minutes, they all huddled around Joan and spoke quietly to her. She nodded her head, and came over to Wanda and I. She told us that the artists really were turned on by us, and wanted to play with us and fuck us both. Joan told us that they were all quite wealthy, and were very willing to give us a generous gift if we were willing.

We both gave our assent and the artists then approached us. One suggested that Wanda and I be blindfolded, so that we wouldn't know who was doing what to whom. That was fine with us also.

The blindfolds were put on us, and we wouldn't see for about an hour, not until the artists were done with us. From what I understand, the artists all removed their clothing, and the two women put on strap-on dildos so they could take part in the fucking also. The youngest of them was in their mid-40s; the oldest was in their 70s. They were all somewhat overweight, and the men were quite hairy. The women's breasts were very saggy.

How do I know this? There were eight of them; there were always four on Wanda and me, with the other four drawing the scene. I saw the drawing afterwards that's how I know now what happened. At the time, I didn't know that we were being drawn while bound and fucked.

The ones who weren't drawing were engaged with Wanda and me. We always had one penis or dildo in our mouth; I always had a penis or dildo in my asshole, and Wanda had one in her vagina. They constantly changed position. Sometimes the dick in my mouth tasted of Wanda's vagina; sometimes it tasted of my asshole. A couple of them came in my asshole. I could feel the semen ooze from me.

Then the four fuckers and the four artists switched places. Although I could call a halt to the whole thing whenever I wanted to, I was completely fine with it all, so I just let it happen. Being tied up and fucked like that was incredibly relaxing and incredibly erotic. One dick came in my asshole from this group.

Then they were all done. They all left the room, and Joan took off our blindfolds. The rigger brought us down and untied us. Joan took us to a very luxurious bathroom that had a tub with multiple showerheads. We washed ourselves, and then walked to the room where our clothes were. We both got dressed, and Joan gave us each a check for $5000 - this was an enormous amount of money in those days.

Joan thanked us both very much. She told us that we were wonderful, and that she would be sure to hire us again.



Nude Model Ch. 02



This segment follows exactly where the first one ended. Please read the first one to become familiar with the chain of events that got us here. These stories are short and will take only a few minutes.

We continue…

These two older, sophisticated looking ladies sat comfortably on the couch. Sipping their coffee and smiling knowingly at me. I continued to stand there completely naked stroking my meaty cock for them.

“That’s very nice, Robert.” said Ann “Yes, he does a very good job of handling his cock,” replied Amy.

The ladies wanted to see how much sperm I could produce. Ann’s two young nieces would be using me to enrich their knowledge of the male anatomy and she didn’t want any surprises. She could tell I was close as I thrust my hips out at them and my scrotum contracted around my bouncing balls. Ann leaned forward, reaching out with her index finger and lightly tapped the glass top of the coffee table in front of her. “Right here, Robert. Put it right here.” Still tapping…”And make sure you get it all out.” With that, I started to come. “That’s it, Robert…cum nice and big for us…cum for Aunty Ann and Amy…stroke it hard and long…sqeeeezzzzz!!!!! Now, put your penis on the glass and pump it all out.”

Two…three…four spurts of the creamy white cum puddled on the table. Amy reached in and cupped my balls to encourage more of the liquid out. “Thank you, Amy.” said Ann, as she moved my hand aside and took my pulsing cock in her own hand. “Keep squeezing and I’ll pump out the rest for Robert.” These two gals knew what they were doing and managed to increase the yield by another fifty percent. Amy continued to cradle and massage my balls as Ann stroked my pride and joy. “Very well done, Robert!” “And your penis is still nice and meaty. You’re a very good boy. I think the girls are going to enjoy…I mean…learn a lot from our little biology lesson.”

They played with my genitals longer than what was needed but it felt great. Why deny us…any of us of a bit more fun.

“Would next Saturday be good for you, Robert?” “Sounds good to me, Ann. There’s just one thing>” “Yes, Robert.?” “My usual modeling fee is $250.00 but this will be a bit out of the ordinary…don’t you think?” “Shall we say $500.00…for both girls, Robert?” “I was thinking more along the lines of an exchange. You know…payment in kind. A swap of services.” “Just what are we talking about, Robert?” “I’ll pose and demonstrate the male side of the equation and you will provide a similar service for me.” “What are you suggesting, Robert?” So I continued. “My two nephews are visiting this week and…” Ann interrupted…“I’m beginning to get the picture, Robert. You want me to help educate your young men on the finer aspects of feminine sexuality.” “Exactly, Ann” “Do we have a deal?”

Amy was quietly listening the whole time. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was her best friend really going to let two young men…well…strip her naked…see her breasts and vagina… probably touch and probe her…intimately? Her mouth was open in wonder and amazement as these thoughts rolled around in her head.

“We’ve got a deal, Robert. This is going to be one hell of a lot of fun. Don’t you think, Amy?”

“Yeh, I guess so, Ann.” The ice was broken! Ann had let her hair down…we were going to be good friends…from now on. “C’mon, Bob. Put your clothes back on and we can go over your requirements.”

Next Week:

The following Saturday I arrived at Ann’s to meet the girls and become acquainted…before the class was to begin. After getting comfortable with one another Ann asked me to stand up and to begin to remove my clothes. The two girls…Sandi and Sharon were paternal twins and had just celebrated their 18th birthday. Sandi was shorter than Sharon but had a much healthier looking chest…yes, her breasts were round and full …shimmering with youthfulness…as yet untried…unused by greedy male fingers and lips. Sandi was luscious! Sharon was quite statuesque and slender…exuding a more womanly quality…more worldly…more mysterious…more of a challenge. Both were good looking…but aren’t all 18 year old girls? And these two were no exception.

I could hardly wait for the lessons to begin. Sandi’s small hand will look quite petite as she holds my cock and jacks me off. She’ll probably need two hands…not that my cock is all that large... it will, however, be more than sufficient for the purposes of our scientific study. Sharon will be another case entirely. She comes across as a lot more sophisticated…maybe a little more of the dominate type of woman that you occasionally come across.

Anyways, I stood up and began to disrobe. Sharon interrupted, “Let me help Mr. Cleve, Aunty Ann?” “That’s a good idea young lady. Sandi, you go over and help your sister with Mr. Cleve’s clothes. You girls need to know as much as you can about men…their bodies as well as how they’re dressed.” The girls were like two innocent angels…hesitating…looking back and forth at each other as they fumbled with buttons and zippers. Stopping…looking at Aunty Ann…at me…for help…what to do…what will it be like…what will he look like…naked. They started to freeze up. Ann sensed this and told to stop and take a break. They stopped. That was better…the girls had paused …breathing out a long sigh relief.

“This will be a good time to go over today’s assignment.” said Ann. “After you have removed all of Mr. Cleve’s….it will be easier if we call you Bob…okay, Robert?” “Certainly” “Very well. After you have removed all of Bob’s clothes, we will proceed as follows: We will examine, describe and point out the pertinent details of the male form. We will demonstrate certain male reactions to stimuli. Namely, involving the penis, gonads, scrotum, nipples and buttocks. We will also demonstrate other bodily reactions and functions…yes ladies, some included will be of a sexual nature, so be prepared. Now…you may finish with our model and strip him down …and I do mean completely. Do not be shy. We are here to learn and Bob must be completely naked.”

The girls gulped hard. “Now…ladies…go ahead.” I nodded to each of them and smiled warmly.

Sandi finished with the buttons on my shirt and removed it. Sharon unbuckled the pants and pulled them down…I stepped out and kicked them aside. Next came the shoes and socks. Since I didn’t wear an undershirt…only the briefs remained. These girls were very embarrassed…but they were curious. After several seconds, Sharon steadied herself…made up her mind and in one swift motion…pulled them down. Her head accidentally brushing the head of my penis as she bent over to take them off. “Sorry, Bob…did I hurt him… I mean you? “No honey, everything is okay…relax…you’re both doing fine.” I stood naked before these three women…my penis hanging limply over my balls but still swinging a little from Sharon’s nudge. “Girls, please take notice of Bob’s gonads…yes, his balls are hanging low in the sack…quite low and especially large and full. “I’ll go for a bowl and ice water that we’ll need for the first demonstration. Girls, you may examine our nude friend while I’m gone.” As soon as Ann turned to leave, Sharon put her hand firmly on my ass while Sandi grabbed a handful of my penis. These two innocents may not be so innocent after all.

End of part II  



Nude Model Gets Lucky



I knew a lot of cute girls in college, and Sheryl was one of the top ten. Although short, she had the face of a model and a body good enough to represent her sorority in the annual campus bikini contest (she was third runner-up). She was smart and fun to be around, and I'm sure I wasn't the only guy who was frustrated by the fact that she as a "good" girl who was also smoking hot.

Grateful for her help in a calculus class during an earlier semester, I promised her all the help I could give her if she ever needed it to pass one of her courses. The current semester was almost over when Sheryl surprised me with a phone call.

She reminded me of my offer to help with her classes and I agreed to visit her on Sunday morning. She hung up before I remembered to ask her what course she was taking, and I wasn't able to get in touch with her before the weekend. I assumed she knew what I was majoring in and wanted help in that subject, so I collected some books I thought I might need and drove over to her apartment, arriving promptly at eleven AM. Sheryl had mentioned that her roommate was away for the weekend and I hoped that I could take advantage of the privacy.

"How nice to see you, Mark," Sheryl said politely as she let me in.

She was well dressed, having evidently just come home from church. The dress didn't conceal her dynamite figure, however, and I felt my cock surge. My heart fluttered and my cock stiffened in anticipation when Sheryl announced that she wanted to change into something "more comfortable." She returned wearing jeans and a thigh-length smock, however, leaving me somewhat disappointed.

"I left my books out in the car," I told her. "Tell me what class you're taking and I'll get whatever I need."

"You won't need any of them," Sheryl replied. "I'm taking an art class and I need you to pose for me."

"Okay," I said. "That sounds easy enough."

Sheryl was silent for a moment and I could tell something was bothering her.

"I need a nude model," she added softly.

"Huh?"

"Will you still do it?"

I hesitated, unsure of what to make of this new development. I figured I could go through with it but Sheryl was obviously embarrassed by the idea. Deciding to prolong her apprehension, I chose to act as if I was reluctant so she would have to persuade me to take off my clothes.

"Doesn't your art department have a model you could use?"

"There are only two of them," Sheryl said, "and they aren't available this weekend."

"What about later?" I asked.

"I've been putting this off as long as I could," Sheryl explained. "And it's due tomorrow. You're my last chance to get an A."

"You really shouldn't have waited," I lectured. "Besides, I'm not really model material..."

"Yes, you are," she insisted. "You have a nice body. You play sports, and you're in great shape. You'll make a perfect model."

"I appreciate the flattery, but I don't know if I can go through with this."

"Oh, please, Mark," Sheryl begged. "You've got to help me."

"I'm not sure I want a nude painting of me to be seen all over campus."

"But I only have to show it to the professor and her grad assistant."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. We don't display nudes anywhere around the department."

"What about other art students? What if they see it? What if they know me?"

"I'm not going to show it around. Besides, they're all used to nudes. It won't matter if they see it."

She was on the verge of crying, but I decided to push her just a little bit further.

"This isn't what I expected," I said. "I thought you needed help for a test or a term paper."

A tear rolled down Sheryl's cheek just then. She had a four-point G.P.A. and I was sure she saw it slipping away.

"Okay, okay. I'll do it," I said. "But you owe me one."

"Oh, thank you, Mark," Sheryl said as she hugged me. "I'll fix dinner for you when we're through."

That's a good start, I thought to myself. Who knows what might happen after that?

Once Sheryl calmed down, I helped her turn the apartment into an art studio. I moved some furniture around and spread a sheet over the dining table while Sheryl got her paints and set up her easel. When everything was ready, I waited and made her announce the next step.

"How about if you take your clothes off in the bathroom?" she finally said, still obviously embarrassed by what she had asked me to do. "I'll start mixing some paint and you can come out when you're ready."

I tried to fake a look of apprehension, before asking, "Have you ever done a nude before?"

"We've had to do them in class every semester," Sheryl replied. "And I had to paint a mid-term project for this class."

"So then you're more used to this than I am," I said as I started down the hall. "I'll try to act natural."

Sheryl didn't say anything before I shut the bathroom door behind me. I stripped out of my clothes quickly, took a piss, and then used the mirror to make myself as presentable as possible. I decided to wait until Sheryl called for me so I would be sure of having her pay attention to my entrance. I only had to wait about two minutes, giving me just enough time to fondle my cock until it was semi-erect.

"Come on out, Mark," Sheryl called. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."

I flushed the toilet to make her think that was why I hadn't come out yet, then opened the door and peeked out.

"Ready or not," I hollered, "here I come."

I walked toward Sheryl, not making eye contact so she could look at my body. I stopped well short of where she was standing so she could see all of me in one glance, and I was pleased when her gaze lingered on my full cock. I detected a look of lust on her face, but she was doing her best to remain outwardly calm. I gave her a few seconds to look at me some more and compose herself.

"Since I'm new at this," I said, "why don't you show me some of your other work? So I can get an idea of how to pose?"

"Okay," she agreed. "But let's make this quick, okay? I want to get on with this."

Sheryl handed me a large binder and stood beside me while I flipped through the pages. I skipped over the still-life and abstract sections and then took my time going through the nudes. I looked at a lot of pencil and charcoal sketches of nude bodies and parts of bodies before I got to the colored pencil and painted stuff. Sheryl's work was quite good and almost lifelike, especially the fully nude woman at the back of the binder. I looked at it for several long seconds before I realized that I was looking at a painting of Sheryl's absent roommate.

Janet and I already knew each other, having met when we were freshmen. She was a pretty blonde with a great body. In fact, since a pool party one spring break, Janet's body was something of a legend. When a geeky guy saw her in her bikini at the party he had commented, quite loudly, "God, what a bod!" Frequently after that someone would say the same thing whenever Janet entered a room, and I think she loved the attention. And now, thanks to Sheryl's portfolio, I had seen her naked -- sort of.

"Hey!" Sheryl said when she realized what I was looking at. "You don't need to see that one."

"Don't worry," I replied, handing the binder back to her. "I won't tell Janet that you showed it to me. So, how should I pose?"

I climbed onto the dining table and Sheryl gave me directions, but I proved (quite deliberately) to be a difficult subject. My balkiness had the effect I wanted as Sheryl had to come over and use her hands to put me in the desired pose. I was on my hands and knees, with my head down and my right side toward the easel. She positioned my right leg forward just enough to conceal my cock from her point of view.

"You have good arm muscles," she commented. "They show nicely like that."

"This hurts my knees," I complained, even though I felt fine. My only real problem with the pose was that I didn't think it was revealing enough. I wanted to be completely exposed to Sheryl so she would become more comfortable with nudity; and, after that, with the idea of having sex with me. "And I'm going to get dizzy with my head down like this."

"What do you suggest?"

"I definitely need to sit up," I replied. "And there's a baseball game I can watch if I face the TV."

"Oh, all right," she said. "I guess that'll be okay, as long as you leave the sound all the way down."

I hopped off the table and strutted across the room in front of her to reach the TV. I gave her a good view of my bare backside as I bent over to set the channel and volume, and then I made sure she got another good look when I went back to the table.

"Maybe thinking about the game will keep me from getting an erection," I said as I got back on the table.

"Yeah, well..." Sheryl blushed. "Don't worry... I've seen plenty of them."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Of course I've seen them. Our male models get erections almost every time. We try to be professional about it, but I think I'd worry about you if you didn't get hard."

"Okay... then I guess you really are used to this..."

"Actually I hope I never get used to seeing naked men," she replied. "That just wouldn't be right."

Finally, with me facing her in a pose that showed all, Sheryl began her painting. She made a quick sketch of my outline and then started to apply paint. I paid very little attention to the baseball game (Yankees vs. Orioles), preferring instead to think about sex with Sheryl. Try as I might, I just couldn't work up an erection. Her clothes were so shapeless and unflattering that I just couldn't picture her wearing (or not wearing) anything else. I had been in the front row at the bikini contest, but I couldn't conjure up a mental image of what Sheryl had looked like.

After an hour or so she took a break to use the bathroom and I hopped off the table to examine the painting. Sheryl had finished enough of my face for me to see that I was clearly recognizable, and for a moment I really did worry about my naked likeness being seen all over campus. I knew that wasn't likely to happen, but I did think it was possible that someone who knew me would eventually see the painting. If it was a girl I could only hope she liked what she saw, and if it was one of my male friends I'd just let him think whatever he wanted about me and Sheryl.

When Sheryl returned and resumed painting she was more talkative than she had been. She told me she wanted to be a commercial artist, and since she needed to be as versatile as possible she was going to keep my painting for her portfolio in case a prospective employer wanted to see an example of her work with nudes.

"So that means someone could see it twenty or thirty years from now?" I said. "I guess I'd better not go into politics, huh?"

"The press would have a field day with that one, wouldn't they?" she laughed. "So you'd better be nice to me from now on. Or else..."

"I'm nice to everyone. Don't you know that about me by now?"

"Yes, Mark, you are. In fact, I can't think of another guy I'd rather have posing for me. I knew you were the right one."

Her words told me I was scoring points with her, and I figured my chances of getting her into bed were getting better. So, rather than come on too strong, I just relaxed and talked with Sheryl about whatever she wanted. About three P.M. she remarked that her painting was taking a lot longer than she had thought, so we might have to continue well into the evening. That suited me, since the longer I was here the more chance I would have to eventually seduce her. I feigned annoyance, however.

"I'm not used to being naked like this," I said.

"But you're not naked," Sheryl replied. "You're nude."

"What's the difference?"

"Nude is for art. Naked is for taking a bath."

"Or skinny-dipping," I added. "And making love.

Sheryl blushed and didn't say anything to that.

Just then the door opened and Janet started to walk in. She stopped in the open doorway, with her hands on her hips, and just stared at me. I think the fact that I had held my pose for a few hours was the only reason I made no attempt to cover myself. I just sat still and let her see everything.

"Janet!" Sheryl shrieked. "I didn't expect you this early."

"Obviously," Janet said. She left the door open and came closer to the two of us. I was pleased to see that she was showing a lot more skin than her roommate, thanks to a pair of very short shorts and a halter-style blouse. I watched her eyes as she studied first my body, then Sheryl's painting and then my body again.

"God, what a bod!" she said, in a slow, deliberately sarcastic tone. "I should have studied art!"

"But you're going to be a stewardess," said Sheryl.

"Flight attendant," Janet corrected.

"Would you mind closing the door?" I said. "Or maybe you'd like to invite all the neighbors in."

"Perhaps later," Janet laughed as she retrieved her luggage and shut the door. When she had disappeared into the bedroom, I turned my attention back to Sheryl. She was busy with her paints and brushes but I wanted her to squirm a little.

"Thanks a lot," I said. "Now I'll never live this down."

"I'm sorry, Mark," replied Sheryl, once more on the verge of tears. "I really didn't think she would come home until midnight like she usually does."

"I probably ought to leave," I threatened. "You can get Janet to pose for you now."

"But, but..." stammered Sheryl, "I painted her for my mid-term project and the model for the final can't be the same sex."

"But I wasn't expecting an audience," I went on.

"I'll ask her to leave," Sheryl said.

"But I won't go," Janet said, picking that exact moment to return. "Go on with your painting, I'll just sit here and watch."

Sheryl glared at her roommate for a few seconds and I decided to speak up and prevent an argument.

"Let her stay, Sheryl," I said. "She's already seen all there is to see."

Sheryl blushed again but nodded and continued to paint. Janet sat on the sofa and pretended to read a book, but I felt her eyes on me the whole time. After a few minutes she put the book down and looked at me openly and unashamedly. My cock was growing and there was no way she could have missed it. She waited until I was fully hard before she got up and went into the kitchen.

She had a banana when she returned. I rolled my eyes, knowing what she had planned. Sure enough, behind her roommate's back, Janet used the banana as a prop to keep my full attention. She fondled it and rubbed it all over her face before she slowly peeled it. Then she licked it and kissed it and sucked on it. She tipped her head back and showed me that she could take its whole length into her mouth. She pulled it slowly out of her mouth and bit off a tiny portion, which she chewed and swallowed. The rest of the banana went back into her mouth for several repeat performances, until it was all gone.

Janet then picked up her book and winked at me, letting me know her little show was over. A long glance at my erection and a wicked smile told me she knew my show was still going on and she was planning to enjoy every minute of it. I looked at Sheryl to see if she was aware of what had gone on behind her back, but she appeared to be engrossed in her painting.

Things stayed like that for almost an hour until my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn't had lunch and it was closer to suppertime.

"How about that dinner you promised me?" I said.

"Can't it wait?" Sheryl asked. "I'll be done in an hour or so."

"How about if I get something?" Janet offered. "I'll get some burgers and that way you two can keep working."

"If it's fast food," I said, "then I want a pizza."

"Pizza it is," Janet responded. "What kind?"

Sheryl and I told her what we wanted and she headed for the bedroom. I figured that she was going to get her purse, but when she returned she sat down on the sofa again.

"Aren't you going out?" Sheryl asked.

"No," Janet replied casually. "They'll deliver it."

Sheryl just rolled her eyes and continued to paint, while I contemplated the view the deliveryman would have from the front door. The door would block his view and he wouldn't see me naked unless he came inside the apartment, so I just tried to relax and let the time pass. The doorbell rang thirty minutes later and Janet went to answer it. She deliberately opened the door as far as it could go, just to make me nervous. Sheryl moved to block the driver's view but thankfully he stayed out of sight behind the door.

After what seemed an eternity, Janet closed the door and took the pizza to the kitchen. I got off the table, in a manner calculated to give the girls a good view, and followed Janet.

"I need something to drink," I said. "What have you got?"

As I stood in front of the refrigerator, Sheryl spoke up. "Aren't you going to put something on first?"

"What for?" I replied. "I'll just have to take it off again."

"But you can't eat dinner naked!" Sheryl protested.

"Not naked, nude," I told her as I got a Coke. I moved a chair next to the table and sat down with my plate. "Are you two going to join me or do I have to eat alone?"

Sheryl was still in shock but Janet didn't mind the situation at all. Beer in hand, she got a chair and settled down next to me. Janet and I then proceeded to carry on a perfectly normal conversation while we ate, toying with Sheryl's embarrassment. Sheryl finally resolved herself to the situation and joined us. Despite having me nude in front of her for four or five hours, she hadn't really overcome her embarrassment. I told her I thought she would have to tone down her modesty or she would have to forget being an artist.

Janet agreed with me and eventually Sheryl seemed a little more at ease. When dinner was over, Janet volunteered to clean the plates so Sheryl and I could get on with the painting. I climbed back onto the table and resumed my pose, making sure Sheryl had to "help" me get back into the exact same position. Eventually satisfied, Sheryl picked up her brush and went back to work.

My back was to the kitchen and I couldn't see Janet, but I knew she had a good view of me over the bar. My first clue that she wasn't in the kitchen anymore was when a flash went off. I was startled but Sheryl was protesting vocally.

"What are you doing?" Sheryl shouted. "I promised Mark no one would see this."

"This is for my scrapbook," said Janet as she took aim for another picture. "I don't want to let this chance go to waste."

Sheryl tried to get in Janet's way but Janet was tall enough to hold her camera over Sheryl's outstretched arms and get another shot.

"Would you please stop that?" Sheryl cried. "You'll make Mark run away!"

"But he can't run away," Janet laughed. "I took his clothes from the bathroom and hid them."

"Janet!" Sheryl yelled. "Give them back and leave us alone!"

Sheryl tried to grab Janet and wrestle her out of the living room but her small size was too much of a disadvantage. Janet dragged Sheryl to the floor and sat on top of her. Then, holding both of Sheryl's wrists with one hand, she proceeded to unbutton her smock with the other. With the smock now bunched up around her arms and neck, Sheryl's struggles were in vain as Janet started tickling her.

I just stayed on the table and enjoyed the show, my cock growing harder by the moment.

"Show me her tits!" I called to Janet. "Off with her bra!"

"No, please," cried Sheryl. "Quit it!"

"Will you let me stay?" Janet asked.

"Yes."

"And take some more pictures?"

"Okay," Sheryl said. "But you have to give Mark back his clothes."

"I'll think about it," Janet replied as she got off Sheryl's stomach.

I decided to be a peacemaker and perhaps get something going with Janet.

"I'll make a deal with you, Janet," I said. "I'll pose for you later if you'll go away and let Sheryl finish her painting in peace."




Nude Model Gets Lucky



"Okay," Janet said, "but I get to shoot the whole roll."

"Do you promise not to show them to anyone?"

"No."

"What do you mean by that?"

"They're for my private scrapbook, so that means only a few close friends will see them."

"Uh huh..."

"And I'll sell you the negatives after I get the pictures developed and printed."

"Sell them? For how much?"

"Oh, I misspoke. Maybe I'll trade them to you for certain, uh... services."

"That sounds like fun," I replied. "So will you at least be discreet about the pictures?"

"Of course. And there are lots of pictures of other naked guys in my scrapbook. You probably know some of them, so don't worry about it."

"Then I guess we have a deal."

"We do," Janet agreed. "Sheryl, call me when you're done."

That was all there was to it as Janet went back to her bedroom and Sheryl resumed her painting. She finished in less than an hour and I hopped off the table to look at the final product. Sheryl's work was quite good and the painting clearly showed me in all my naked splendor. I saw that she had made my penis appear rather large. I didn't know if that was the way she perceived it or if it had really been that big as the result of Janet's show with the banana.

Sheryl called Janet out from the bedroom and the three of us looked at the artwork for another minute. Janet had her camera around her neck and she was clearly eager to begin shooting.

"You can take your pictures now," Sheryl said to Janet. "I'll go back to my bedroom and stay out of the way."

"Just a minute," said Janet. "I want a few shots of the two of you together, artist and model. Mark, get back up on the table and strike your pose."

Sheryl huffed and rolled her eyes in resignation but I decided to have fun. Janet took five or six pictures from various angles, including one that showed the canvas along with the two of us. Janet then paused a few moments to let Sheryl pack up her easel and her paints.

"I suppose I know what's going to happen next," Sheryl said to Janet.

"Well, it has happened before," Janet replied with a big smile.

"So I'll just go over to the student union and leave you two alone," Sheryl said before she turned her attention to me. "Thanks for posing for me, Mark. Janet's going to take advantage of you now. I hope you can handle it."

"What did she mean by that?" I asked Janet after Sheryl was gone.

"It means you're going to make me feel really good, Mark," she told me. "And you'll probably get your rocks off once or twice along the way. Now, where were we?"

Then, starting with some butt shots, Janet directed me through a series of poses that got more and more lewd. My cock soon grew into another full-fledged erection, and I was sorry Sheryl wasn't there to see it.

"That won't do," said Janet. "I use a photo lab that's pretty liberal but I doubt if even they will develop pictures like these."

"I can think of ways to make it go soft," I suggested.

"So can I," Janet replied.

She turned and went down the hall toward her bedroom, wordlessly expecting me to follow. I did, of course. By the time I entered the room behind her she had peeled off her shorts and panties. She grabbed my erection and kissed me firmly on the lips while I untied her halter-top. She let me play with her boobs for just a moment before she guided my head down between her thighs.

"Beth told me you were good at eating pussy," she said, referring to a girl in her sorority I had dated a few times. "But I don't think Beth has enough experience to judge that sort of thing. So, show me what you can do, Mark."

Janet's cunt was already slick and puffy, so I knew my challenge was going to be an easy one. I used my tongue and fingers to make her cum in less than a minute. Then, rather than giving her another quick orgasm, I pushed her to the edge a few times before I backed off.

"Make me cum, you bastard!" she demanded after the fourth time.

Once again I licked her close to orgasm and then backed off, but just for a second. Then I sucked her clit and drove my fingers into her pussy. She bucked and thrashed so hard and screamed so loud I was afraid the neighbors would complain.

"I want you inside me," she managed to say. "Put it in me!"

I quickly kissed my way up her stomach, pausing briefly to kiss and playfully bite her nipples. With her hands guiding my erection, I entered her red hot pussy and pressed in as deep inside her as I could. Her vaginal muscles immediately clamped down on my cock as she grunted her way through another hard climax. I felt her fingernails digging into my ass cheeks as she grabbed my butt and tried to pull me deeper inside her.

I yelped in pain but I don't think Janet was aware of it. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on. Her head thrashed on the bed and I could feel her thighs alternately squeezing my hips and then flopping against the mattress.

"Fuck me, Mark," she groaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I supported my weight with my arms and gave her what she wanted. I varied the pace of my thrusts, slow then fast and then slow again. I tried to go deep with most of my thrusts, but I occasionally changed the pattern and gave her a series of shallow penetrations. Janet was grunting and moaning with pure pleasure; her cries matching my rhythm. I noted that the bed was banging against the wall, and I laughed when I thought about the neighbors, covering their heads with pillows and trying to block out the noise we were making. Or maybe they had their ears pressed against the wall and were listening to us.

Somewhere along the way I felt my cock shooting inside her. It wasn't an earth-shaking orgasm for me, but it lasted quite a while. I stayed hard and continued my thrusts as Janet moaned and shuddered beneath me. She seemed to be choking as she came again, but I realized she was clenching her jaw and biting her lip in an effort to keep from screaming out loud. Finally, with one last exhausted grunt, she went totally limp. I gave her a couple of thrusts with my cock, and when she didn't respond I rolled off of her to one side.

I was pretty tired myself, so I closed my eyes and tried to relax. My breathing had barely gotten back to normal when I felt Janet's hand on my cock. She turned sideways on the mattress so she could reach my cock with her mouth. I immediately thought of what she had done with the banana as she kissed and licked my cock, and occasionally rubbed it on her face. She was only using one hand on my cock so she could use the other to stimulate her clit at the same time.

She took my cock all the way into her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat and I could look down and see her lips closed around the base of my erection. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft ten or twelve times before I felt her moving on the bed. Still keeping my cock completely in her mouth, she shifted her body across the bed until she was straddling my face with her thighs. Her pussy tasted a little different this time, probably because my own cum was still inside her. There was nothing I could do about it, so I tried to concentrate on giving her pleasure while at the same time enjoying the total experience.

I savored the sensation of her large breasts against my stomach, the feel of her ass and thighs in my hands, and the silkiness of her lips and tongue on my cock and balls. She continued to take every inch of my shaft into her mouth, seeming to swallow the head down her throat. With my head buried between her thighs I was breathing in short gasps whenever she moved enough to give me some air. As I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clitoris I wondered how she kept from suffocating with my cock stuffed in her mouth.

But, as Janet had demonstrated with the banana, she was an expert at cock sucking. When I came she swallowed every drop and kept sucking until I had no more to give. I tried to do the same thing when she came, but she was too wet. Using my hands and fingers, I spread her juices over her legs and stomach, relishing the smoothness of her lightly tanned skin over her taut muscles.

Janet let my spent and softening cock fall out of her mouth and lay back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch her breath. I looked at the clock and realized we had been going at it for almost two hours. I may have ended up with a different girl, but certainly I got what I had hoped for when I agreed to pose naked.



Nude Model Gets Tricked



It's been many years since I posed for art classes. I started when I was 22, and modeled for around 10 years. I was in great shape back then, but quite thin. I looked much younger than I actually was.

When I was 24, I moved to a new state to be a graduate student. I did have a teaching assistantship, but it only paid $6000 per year plus tuition. I really liked art class modeling, so this was a good way to supplement my income. 

Because I had just moved into the area, I needed to make the rounds and get my name on the model lists at the local colleges and private drawing groups. There was no Internet then, so I made contacts by calling people. 

Since there was a private art school ten miles from where I lived, I decided to try them. I called them up and made an appointment to talk to the owner of the school (let's call him Bob). 

When I arrived at the school, I met Bob. He was somewhat fat and in his 60s. He told me that they paid $20 per hour, which more than what schools typically paid back then. They typically hired models for classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays - 9am to noon and 1pm to 4pm each day. The model would usually work both morning and afternoon. They liked to have two male models and two female models available, and their models would work once every two weeks. He told me that one of their male models had recently left the area, and they were looking for a new model. But before he hired me, I needed to audition for him. 

I wasn't really expecting this, but I was still fairly new to modeling, so I was game. We went into the empty studio, and he showed me a small closet where I could take off my clothes. He handed me a robe - he said it was their policy to always have the models use their robes. He assured me that they were always freshly washed. 

I went into the closet, took off my clothes, and put on the robe. It was fairly short, and came to my upper thighs. I walked out to the studio, and he told me to sit on the platform. 

He said that I needed to show him a few sample poses. He wanted to see what I would do for a one minute pose, a five minute pose, and a twenty minute pose. He would draw me. 

I took off my robe, and did a good gesture pose for the one minute, something very twisty. I did a standing pose with a mild twist for the five minute, and a reclining pose for the twenty minute. 

When the twenty minute pose was up, Bob came over to the platform. He told me that my poses were great, but there was one more thing. He told me that since it was important for his students to know anatomy, he would sometimes need to touch me or even draw on me with charcoal. Would that be OK? 

This seemed fine; I've had teachers point at me and touch me before. Drawing on me was a little weird, but OK. 

He then wanted to show me what he meant. He asked me to sit on edge of the platform, and then he came over to me. He said that the shoulders and hips were the most difficult parts of the anatomy to get right. He held my right arm, and moved my arm various ways. 

Then he asked me to lay down and he held my right thigh, and moved it in various ways. This was getting a little intimate, but nothing compared to what happened next. He said that his students also needed to get the anatomy of the male genitals correct. He then reached out and put his hand on my penis, and moved it around. As he moved it around, I could feel the blood go into my penis, and I started to get hard. 

He told me that this was totally normal. And he said that if I had a "reaction" while he was doing this during class, he would just get a tissue and clean me off. This was beyond weird, but then it was over. 

And then it got even stranger. He told me that the morning class was advanced, but the afternoon class was full of beginners. He stressed that I really shouldn't get an erection for this class, but since I was young that might not be guaranteed. After all, look what just happened now. So his solution lately has been for him to give his model a blowjob immediately before the afternoon class. He said that would take the stress off. And would it be OK if he did this right now? 

Now I had to weigh whether the job was worth it. I really needed the money, but was it worth it to have this fat old man suck me for it? 

I said this would be OK, and he got to work. I continued to lie on the platform, and he stepped onto the platform , kneeled over me, and took me in his mouth,. I shut my eyes so I wouldn't see what was going on. He really was good at it, and I came in his mouth after a few minutes. 

So I got the job, and did it for a year. Every other Tuesday I would pose for the morning class, get sucked by him during the lunch break, and then pose for the afternoon class. I would leave with $120, which was great for me in those days. 

After the last class of the year, I told him that was it - I would be too busy next year to pose during the day. He thanked me for the year, and wished me well. He then gave me a hundred dollar bill as a final tip, told me I had been a great model, and he really enjoyed sucking me all year. 

He said I was actually the first model to agree to this - he usually paid all the models the usual $10 an hour, but decided to try an experiment with me since I was so young. He had been getting increasingly attracted to his models, and he wanted to see what I would do for money. He wanted to see whether models these days would be willing to have sex for money like in the old days. Would an outrageously high rate make me decide to let him suck me? 

If I had said no, he still would have hired me to model, but at $10 an hour. He told me if I would be very welcome if I ever wanted to come over again. Now that we both knew what was up, he said that he would gladly give me $10 an hour to model for me, and $60 to me to be his whore.



Nude Modeling



This experience took place years ago when I was in college. Over the course of my collegiate career I took three photography courses. I loved these courses because I got to be creative and because they were completely different than the engineering course work I was taking in my major. For example, I can't remember ever seeing anyone, male or female, posing nude in the engineering building.

Anyway, one woman, who was a close friend of an ex-girlfriend of mine, was in two of my photography classes. She was a friendly, bright, attractive, petite, jet black-haired Lebanese woman. We became good friends, and worked on a number of assignments together.

About midway through Photography III I became tired of photographing the same old things, so I approached her with a proposition. I told her that I would pose nude for her if she would pose nude for me. We agreed that the photos would not be shown to anyone without the other's permission. I suspected she would agree because she was an art major and was used to nude models and the whole artsy-fartsy atmosphere. My concern was that I would have to pose for her.

Sure enough Rachael agreed, and we decided that she would model for me first. I planned to photograph her in and around some old buildings at a nearby abandoned rail yard. When the day came, I went to her apartment to select the clothes I wanted her to bring. As we drove there the conversation was unstrained and, although she had never posed before, she seemed completely relaxed with the whole idea. We got to the rail yard about 3 pm and it appeared to be completely deserted. 

It was a warm fall afternoon and the contrast in color between the foliage and the dark, drab, deteriorated buildings was great. First I wanted Rachael to appear ravaged, like the buildings. I had her pose in various locations around the site, first with her blouse completely unbuttoned, bra unclasped in the front and clinging to her breasts, and her jeans undone and partially pulled down. I had her laying on the ground and on stairs, leaning against doors with broken windows, and standing on rusted, abandoned railcars. Rachael followed my direction willingly and enthusiastically. She seemed to have no inhibitions about her body or about me touching her to get her clothing the way I wanted it. As I was adjusting her clothing, I caught glimpses of he nipples and saw no trace of pubic hair above her high cut, white bikini panties. The first photo session was a warm up and I kept it artsy and slightly sexy, but not particularly revealing. 

I asked her to take of her clothes for the second session, which was inside an abandoned caboose. I watched her intently as she undressed, and my cock started to stir in my pants. She was about 5'5" and couldn't have weighed more than100 pounds. She had small, firm, slightly upturned breasts with small conical dark nipples that were puffed out a bit when I looked at them in profile. In fact, I thought they were the softest, most beautiful breasts I had ever witnessed. She had a firm round ass and a neatly shaved pussy, except for a thin vertical line of trimmed hair just above her opening. She was very ethnic looking with her dark hair and skin as I shot frame after frame of her in slightly different poses. She was completely nude, but had such softness, beauty, grace and confidence that I gradually fell for her and wanted her in the worst way. She posed in various positions, and I got to explore nearly every square inch of her body through the lens. I couldn't help myself, I think I had fallen in love with this woman.

Although the horny male side of me wanted some erotic soft, or even hard core, porn-type photos, I figured I had to keep the shots artsy, which I did. When we were finished, Rachael and I talked for a long time; me fully dressed and her slowly covering her marvelous body. Once again, the conversation on the ride back to her apartment was unstrained and I uneventfully dropped her off at her door.

A week later when I got to Rachael's apartment for my modeling session, she had the furniture moved out of the way and had various backdrops hung from the walls. She was barefoot and had on short denim jeans and a scooped neck blouse. Her nipples strained at the fabric, and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. It has always been my opinion that women are often sexier with a very few clothes o, rather than completely naked, and this confirmed my theory. My cock was starting to harden, which, believe it or not, did not happen when I was photographing her totally nude. Mind over matter! I did not want to start out the photo session with a hard on.

Rachael was oblivious to me as she gracefully moved around the apartment making final preparations. She casually told me to take off all my clothes as she continued making adjustments. I did as I was told. My cock was still a little swollen, but it was not erect, which was a relief. 

Her plan was to photograph me in various statuesque-type poses. She was very adept at positioning me the way she wanted. On a number of occasions she guided me into position with gentle touches and nudges. Her touches were very soft and sensuous, and frequent for some poses. In fact, I wondered whether her touches were becoming more frequent and personal as the session went along. I started to feel myself getting slightly aroused, which I tried to will away. Mind over matter!

I was succeeding in fighting an erection until Rachael accidentally brushed my cock twice and then gave me a long, close-up view down the front of her blouse of her breasts. My cock started to slowly swell and became semi-erect. I started to apologize, but Rachael enthusiastically started shooting photographs from all angles and said not to try to suppress it. The more she photographed me and the more she talked about it the harder it became. Before long I was rock hard and pointing toward the ceiling.


Initially, she focused almost exclusively on my cock and balls, and at one point had the camera only a few inches away using a macro lens. As I looked down at my hardon and the camera that was inches away, precum started to ooze from the tip. This resulted in a frenzy of commentary and photographic activity. I was horny and embarrassed.

My erection finally subsided when we stopped for a bathroom and beer break. We talked for awhile, and she admitted that she had hoped that I would get an erection. She said that found penises to be fascinating, mysterious organs and that photographing me was incredibly exciting for her. 

Although I was hoping to be done with the modeling, she asked if she could photograph me some more with an erection. Since I wasn't hard, she offered to help me get aroused. I was sitting on a kitchen chair and Rachael came over and kneeled on the floor in front of me. She had her camera set up on a tripod with a remote trigger, and with one hand she probed and caressed my penis and balls, and with the other she snapped photographs of my penis as it swelled and became fully erect. She had the softest, gentlest, most sensual touch of any woman I have been with. Although I knew it might be inappropriate, I reached down and touched, then fondled her breasts through her blouse, feebly stating that it would help maintain my erection. Without a word, she reached down, grasped the bottom of her blouse and drew it up over her head revealing the breasts that I had been dreaming about for a week.

Continuing to take photographs, she stimulated me with her hand, then leaned forward and placed it against her firm breast. She manipulated her breast up and down the length of my cock, and I somewhat involuntarily started thrusting my cock against her breast in unison with her stroking. Once again my penis began to ooze precum. This time, however, she rubbed the fluid onto her nipple, then brought her head down, extended her tongue, and took a photograph of my cock and her tongue with the precum that had been licked off my member. 

Finally, I couldn't take anymore. I reached for her and pulled her to me for a long, deep, French kiss. There was no resistance, only a pleasurable moan as we embraced.



Nude Modeling



This event happened almost a year ago today. It is all true. Thank you very much for the feedback on my last story. Again, I encourage feedback and comments. Please email them to me. I am still very new at this "erotic fiction writing", but trying to learn and I also want to write in a fashion that people like. It's the sub in me, I guess. ;-)

*

To say that I felt nervous is a bit of an understatement. 

I was standing completely naked in front of my boyfriend, Dave, and our mutual friend, Ryan. Ryan was holding a roll of electrical tape in his hands. His photography equipment was a few feet away, and his camera was hanging from his neck. 

A bit of description may be in order, here. Dave is, well, in my mind, utterly gorgeous. Tall, about 6'2" with an enormously wide chest and shoulders- not from weightlifting, just his natural bone structure. He is lean, just on the border of skinny, but with a little too much muscle mass to qualify for that term. His hair is a sandy brown unruly mop that curls about his head like a Grecian god's. The color of his eyes changes from a piercing sky blue to a deep grey sapphire, and they are set back a bit in his face. They often appear darker in color because of the slant of his eyebrows. His lips are almost feminine in their fullness, and feel as soft as they look. His jaw is square, and the only thing that really saves him from looking like a jock is his lanky frame and full lips. He was dressed in a flannel robe that left a line of him exposed... on purpose. Dave is also my master, and the man who owns my soul, my heart, and my body. Completely.

Ryan was tall and gorgeous too, about sixty pounds ago (which he LOST recently by the way and I was right, he IS gorgeous). At this time however, he had an impressive gut. The rest of him: light eyes bluer than the skies, reddish hair that at the time was tied back at the back of his neck in a rubber band, and that pale skin that so often accompanies redheads. 

Me, well, I'll try to make it brief. For a full description, read my story Resume for Submission. I'm 5'4", about 145 and all of my weight sits in my ass and my breasts. My hair is golden and curly. It's long and falls down to the middle of my back, though at the time it was just a couple of inches past my shoulders. The color of my eyes changes with the light- anywhere from dark blue to grey to green. My lips are full and pouty. I keep myself well-groomed: eyebrows diligently plucked, pubes diligently shaved, and legs smooth and touchable. 

At this moment, I had my glasses off and I was waiting for directions from Ryan. 

"Deya, lie down on the tape," Ryan had already laid down long strips of the electrical tape on the black curtain that he had smoothed over the cement floor of his basement, which also seconded as his photo studio, as is obvious from the scene I am describing. 

I obeyed, lying down in the middle of the tape. "Ryan, are you sure you just aren't using this as an excuse to tie me up?" I asked him.

He grinned at me as he moved closer. "You got it. Dave, go upstairs. Come back down in about an hour."

Dave laughed a little, crossing his arms. "No way in hell, Ryan."

"C'mon... I'd be good to her...," 

"Umm... not that I don't mind lying here, but its cold, so could you hurry it up a bit?" I broke in. 

"I'll warm you up," Ryan came over, still grinning, and started winding pieces of the tape around my body. Gently. Avoiding my hair. Asking me if the bonds on my wrists were too tight. Asking me if I felt "comfortable". 

Comfortable? Too comfortable. Way too damn comfy in these bonds... feeling this helplessness. Feeling the cool sticky tape strangle my skin. "I'm fine," I kept telling him, trying to keep my voice calm and my pussy clenched tightly. 

"Okay, Dave, your turn," Ryan said. 

My master came over to me, smiling down at me. He disrobed, showing off his huge balls and half-hard thick cock. I didn't say anything; I didn't need to. He could read me well enough to know how much the sight of him there turned me on. 

He kneeled down, then rested his body on top of mine; chest to chest... his cock resting against my upper thigh. 

Ryan wrapped the long pieces of tape up over our bodies, and used the excess to wrap around our limbs. We were given just enough leeway to move slightly. "Okay, I'm going to start shooting," 

I hadn't said a word to Dave. I didn't trust my voice and I sure as hell didn't trust my body. He shifted up a bit- just enough that his head was slightly above mine. He held himself on his elbows and kept smiling at me. I smiled back. We remained like that for a few moments while Ryan took his first couple of shots.

That was supposed to be all. More should not have happened. I was not prepared for more. I was not prepared for Dave, when he dipped his head down and kissed me. He kissed me hard, deeply and I, reluctant only for the first moment, gave myself up to the kiss. 

Ryan said something, but I don't think either of were paying any attention at all to him at this point. 

My arms, I found out, were taped trapped wrapped around Dave's body. Ryan had given no room for them to move at all. My master nibbled on my lips, pulling on the lower one, pulling it up while I gasped helplessly. His tongue drove into my mouth, dancing over my own, pulling it deep into his mouth. I opened my eyes and found his own me, watching my every reaction. 

Again, I thought that this was all. Again, I was ever so wrong. I had underestimated my master. 

Somehow, while we were making out in the tape on the cold basement floor while Ryan was eagerly shooting pictures, his body had shifted up enough that I felt his cock rub a little against my pussy. 

He broke off the kiss with a gasp and looked down at me in surprise. I flushed. I knew why he was surprised. I was soaking wet; dripping down the indent to my ass. I could feel my juices slowly leak down. And his cock had shot from half-hard to rock hard in seconds. 

He took my mouth again, harder this time, bruising it while he rubbed his cock over my lips, grazing 

my clit with it, stretching our bodies against the tape. 

He broke off his kiss again, and the eyes he gave me were drowning, serious, and clouded with his need. 

I had just enough control to shake my head, pleading with him with my eyes, at the same time, raising my hips involuntarily to allow him access to my inside. "No condom," I gasped out the whisper in a little voice. 

His eyes raked down my bound body, my tight nipples and thrusting pelvis, and back up to my wide, unbelieving eyes. 

He did not say a word as he entered me. Fully. One thrust. 

I let out a cry. To this point I had made an effort to be as quiet as possible. But feeling his bare cock already covered in my juices, pushing against my walls was too much. I arched my body upwards, shoving him in deeper. 

And it still wasn't enough, not for me. 

It's never enough. 

"Deeper," I moaned. 

He moved back and pushed in harder. 

Mid-cry, he took my mouth again in his, nibbling, suckling, licking the underside of my tongue. My kryptonite. I went over the edge. My mind flashed colors. I couldn't see. Lightening rippled down my spine... gathered in my groin, then exploded in intense, reverberating crashes. Shuddering, gasping, I raked his back with my fingertips, making little whimpering cries against his mouth, while he rammed into me, again and again. 

"Okay, now I have wood," I heard Ryan say shakily from some far distance, as he kept snapping pictures. 

Dave slowed his pace inside of me slightly, using long, agonizing strokes of his shaft to torture me into insane pleasure. 

He kissed my cheek... my jaw... my lips again. He gazed into my eyes through to the soul he owns. "I love you," he whispered. 

"I... um... don't want to interrupt but I ran out of film. And now I have a major hard-on to take care of," Ryan came over and handed Dave a knife and a condom. I didn't even ask as to where he had them stored. "I'm going upstairs now and I'm going to go masturbate and then I need to leave to pick up my son. I will not be back for a while." 

He walked towards the stairs, shaking his head. 

"That was so fucking hot."