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Erotic Portrait

By: alan55



Angie had been married to Bill for 9 years now. It had been one of those quick engagement / marriage things in the 2nd year of college. You would think, for someone taking up the profession of accounting, that bill would be one of those kind of people that would do things slow and meticulous. That was true professionally, but when he had met Angie at a party one night, it seemed like the slow and sure way of doing things flew out the window. 

At 5'7", long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, full lips, and a stunning figure that accented her 35 C breasts, Bill could not take his eyes off her. She seemed to be the object of attention of every guy at the party. With so many other guys to choose from, Bill didn't think he had a chance to even get a response to a simple hello from Angie. The normally shy Bill finally got up the nerve to approach her and ask if he could get her a drink. Angie hadn't really been facing Bill when he approached, and when she heard a voice ask if he could get her a drink, she thought the offer was from one of the much younger guys she really wasn't interested in. 

As she whirled around, she started to say "No thank you, I . . . .", she caught sight of Bill's face and her eyes immediately locked onto his. For a moment, she was speechless. This wasn't the immature nerd she had been trying to ditch; this was someone who had a more mature look and manner. Bill's eyes were riveted to Angie's and it was like he never heard her initial rejection. After what seemed like minutes they both kind of shook themselves out of the 'instant attraction' trance and started talking. What started out as 'small talk', progressed quickly to revelations of mutual likes. By the end of the party, they were inseparable. Angie's apartment was not too far away but Bill felt it would be safer if he walked her home. The 'front door kiss' turned out to be one that had both of them panting. At that moment, Angie decided that Bill just might be a 'keeper' and wrote her phone number on the palm of his hand, with instructions to call her tomorrow. 

That was the start of a whirlwind courtship that lasted barely 4 months, culminating in a quick wedding. The speedy wedding was more due to Bill's hormones and insecurity of not wanting to let Angie slip through his fingers. The wedding and honeymoon were modest in nature. They soon found that neither Bill's or Angie's apartment were adequate for the both of them, so they moved to a larger apartment in a better location. With Bill having just starting with the large accounting firm, they both realized that they could no longer afford to put Angie through college, at least right now. At the end of the semester, Angie dropped out and became a stay at home wife. 

In the early years of their marriage, both Bill and Angie were pretty happy. Bill was beginning to slowly advance in the firm and his salary advanced with it. Angie made the effort to make Bill happy when he came home, with at good dinner and fantastic sex later in the evening. Even at the start, Angie seemed to notice that her sex drive was higher than Bill's. It seemed like she needed relief every day, whereas Bill was more of a 'once every other day' kind of guy. Angie resigned herself to fact that they had 'differences' and she would have to live with it.

As time went on, Bill received a couple of promotions as was now working on some of the bigger accounts. Along with the promotions, his salary was increased to match. The only problem was that, working on the bigger accounts, he would sometimes have to travel out of town to the satellite offices to work for as much as 2 weeks at a time. This kind of routine was expected of the accountants at Bill's promotion level. While Angie knew this was expected of Bill, the long times away from home meant she was in sexual turmoil for days on end. It was only relieved when Bill finally came home for the weekend and they could do some catch-up.

This had been the situation for the last few years and Angie was beginning to notice the trips away from home were beginning to show on Bill. Maybe it was exhaustion from long hours or maybe it was something Bill was doing with his free time away from home; whatever it was, Bill's sexual performance at home didn't seem quite what it used to be. Angie was at a loss for what to do. If Bill's problem was due to the long hours, she couldn't very well tell bill to quit, they were too used to living well. If it was that Angie just didn't seem as attractive to him as she once was, she wasn't quite sure how to revitalize things.

One of the things she thought she might try would be to re-arrange and redecorate the rooms. She figured that a change in the way things looked at home might shake Bill out of the ' same old, same old' when he would come home. It was during one of Bill's out of town trips that Angie had acquired some new furniture and was now browsing through some out of the way shops to find something to decorate the walls with. She thought that a nice painting over the bed might accent the new bed and side tables, but all she had seen so far were paintings of fruit and flowers. Just as she was about to walk out the door, when the clerk offered to show her some of the more unusual paintings. With that, he lead her into a more private room in the back of the store. What she saw both surprised and intrigued her.

There were numerous paintings on the wall. Every one of them resembled an old masters work of art; the kind where the subjects were mostly nude. Each painting had a compelling aspect to it. It wasn't until Angie had examined a number of them that it dawned on her what was so compelling about the painting. It was not that the subject was nude but that it seemed like they radiated extreme sexual energy. She looked in the corner of one of the paintings and saw that the artist's name was Michael T. 

Angie had never heard of Michael T., and as she started to turn around to ask who the artist was, she found the owner of the shop standing right behind her. The owner had one of the artist's cards in his hand. He knew from past experience that customers who had seen these paintings would be curious to know more. The owner said that the artist worked by appointment only and to call him if you were interested. Angie took the card and soon exited the shop. 

Back home, Angie was in the newly re-furnished bedroom and realized that it lacked something. There was nothing on the wall over the headboard. It dawned on her that maybe what needed to be there was something to catch Bill's eye and stimulate his senses. She thought back to the shop with the paintings and thought, "Maybe a portrait of me would be just the ticket to get Bill's attention". She reached for the artist's card on the dresser with one hand and the phone with the other. As she dialed the number she felt her heart start to pound. She had never considered posing for an erotic portrait before and was really nervous about it. 

The phone rang several times before someone answered. The voice on the other end answered with a somewhat impatient, out of breath voice. It was the kind of thing where you are in the middle of something and you try to finish what you are doing before answering the phone. When Angie asked to speak to Michael, the man on the other end responded that it was he she was speaking to. Angie explained that she had seen some of the man's work and was wondering if she could speak to him about doing a portrait of her. Michael said he was too busy to talk today but for her to come by tomorrow 1:00pm for a consultation. Tuesday would be fine, since Angie had the whole week to herself with Bill being out of town. 

Tuesday afternoon came and Angie found herself sitting on a leather couch in the artist's study. As Michael started to explain his fees and policies, Angie sat back on the couch, sipping the coffee she had been offered earlier. She was still nervous, but somehow this brand of coffee had a calming effect on her. Michael, went on to explain that, in order for the portrait to have its full impact, Angie would probably have to pose nude. Michael said that sometimes he employed some unusual posing techniques to gain the look he was after. Michael asked Angie if she comfortable with that and she agreed without asking to know specifics. With Angie's acceptance, Michael said that he was just finishing up that afternoon with another client and that they could start at 1:00pm the next day.

Wednesday came and Angie found herself standing in large room with opaque skylights. She had dressed somewhat conservatively; button down white blouse, knee length casual skirt, and light makeup. In the middle of the room, under the skylights, was a divan type of couch with a comfortable chair opposite it. Next to the chair was a small table. 

Michael again offered her some of the delicious coffee she had tasted the day before. As Angie sipped, she watched Michael busy himself with placing various pencils and a sketch pad on the table next to the chair. She hadn't paid too much attention the day before but today she started to notice Michael's features as he began to query Angie about how she felt about her body and, how she felt about posing, and what kind of lighting would be in the room where the painting would be hanging. As he explained that all those things affected the way he painted her, she made mental notes about his powerful facial features, large soft hands, the button-down shirt that hid what appeared to be a trim upper body, and casual slacks. 

At last, Michael had gathered up all the things he would need for the initial sketches. He told Angie to stay seated as she was and just be comfortable. He explained that for the first few days, he would just be doing preliminary sketches of her. With that, Michael sat back in his easy chair and started sketching. 

Michael was the kind of painter who was a perfectionist. He made detailed sketches of her arms, hands and fingers. As they talked about things in general, he began detail sketches of her face. He made notations on the sketch about her eyes, nose, and full mouth. He then had Angie stand up so that he could make sketches of her body. He drew different pages of first the front of her, noting her general body shape. He turned her to the side and made more sketches, noting how her firm breasts filled out her blouse. He also made notes about how her skirt flowed over her hips, and how her long hair flowed down her back.

At 5:00pm, he put down his sketch pad and told Angie that he was done for the day. He had made a number of sketches of her and that he would need some time to review them. It had been somewhat tiring for Angie as well, having to stand for long periods of time while Michael sketched. Michael got up from his chair and walked over to a desk in the corner of the room to retrieve his appointment book. Flipping through the pages, he told Angie that the next day was booked and asked if she could come back on Friday at 1:00pm. With her acknowledgement he unemotionally said "Fine, see you then". Angie felt her first day had gone well. Not quite what she expected since she had to do a lot of standing, but still felt very comfortable with Michael. On Thursday, Angie didn't really give the next day's session much thought. It was kind of like a notation on the calendar to pick up the dry cleaning. 

Friday at 1:00pm, she again found herself in Michael's studio. Michael again provided her with some of his wonderful coffee. As she sipped, he busied himself with locating the pencils, charcoal, and sketch pad. All the while asking Angie how she felt about her first session and how her day went since Wednesday. As on Wednesday, Angie had dressed in similar fashion and so had Michael. Michael had asked that she not wear hose because he wanted the natural shape of her legs to be revealed. 

After Angie had drank most of her coffee, feeling really relaxed, and Michael had gathered up and placed on his table all the things he would need for the session, he indicated it was time to proceed with his sketches. He told Angie that today, he would be doing full body sketches of her in various poses on the divan. Angie was about to sit down when Michael stopped her. He told her that she would have to do without the shoes, blouse, and skirt so that he would be able to sketch how her whole body looked in each pose. As she started to unbutton her blouse, Michael stopped her, telling her that he wanted her to be totally relaxed. To do that, he wanted her to stand up straight, close her eyes, and think of nothing except the sensations on her skin as Michael removed her clothes for her.

As Angie stood there, she felt Michaels fingers pull down the zipper to her skirt, barley feeling her skirt puddle around her ankles. She felt the palms of his hands gently caress her hips through the high-rise panties she wore. They felt so warm and stimulating. Next, she felt the top button of her blouse being undone. This was soon followed by the rest. When the last one had been undone, she felt his hands slowly open her blouse to reveal the frilly braw she had worn. With her eyes still closed, she swore she could also feel a warm breeze like someone's breath, make the skin around her cleavage come alive. She felt the blouse pulled off her shoulders and slide down her arms until it too lay on the floor at her feet. She was now in just bra and panties but she did not feel uncomfortable, as Michael led her to the divan to recline her partially at one end. With her eyes still closed, she again felt as if a warm breath were traversing down her whole body. She heard Michael move off and heard the sound of him sitting on his 'drawing chair'. 

For quite some time, she stayed in that position as Michael sketched. As time went on, he began to pose her in various other positions. In one, she was standing sideways, bent over, with one knee on the cushion and both hands on the back of her back at her waist. In another, he had her standing with her back to him, bent over, with her legs wide apart. Angie thought it strange, some of the poses he asked of her but did not question him about it. Finally with the day getting late, Michael announced that he was finished for the day. As Angie dressed, Michael consulted his appointment book again. He said he needed the weekend to study his sketches and told her to report back on Monday at the same time as usual. 

Angie arrived home in time to fix Bill's dinner and have it on the table just as he walked through the door. All through dinner, Bill talked of how his week went, barely giving Angie time to get a word in edge-wise. Bill seemed tense and tired at the same time and Angie sensed things would not lead up to the warm welcome she had planned. It seemed as though the portrait sessions during the week had put her in a higher state of arousal than normal and she was eager to find some satisfaction when Bill returned home. Needless to say, Bill's tense and tired state of mind only resulted in a mediocre love making session. Bill came as Angie felt like she just getting going. Bill fell asleep, as Angie lay there frustrated that he had not taken care of her.

The next day, Bill spent most of the day pouring over facts and figures he'd taken home from the client site. Bill told her that he was real close to wrapping things up with the client and that this following week should do it. After that, the firm would be giving him a week off as appreciation for his hard work. As the evening wore on and Bill worked late into the night, Angie knew that this would be another night of frustration. 

Sunday came, and Bill was packing his suitcase for the trip out of town. Angie expressed her frustration at how the weekend had not gone as planned. Bill assured her that the coming weekend would be different. With that, he was out the door, heading for the out-of-town client again, leaving Angie at the door wondering how she would manage the coming week and the pent-up sexual tension she had hoped would have been relieved when Bill had been home. Maybe the portrait would stir Bill to a more passionate level. With that thought in mind, she looked forward to Monday afternoon.

Monday afternoon came and again she was in Michael's studio. As usual Michael had placed a coffee cup in her had while he prepared. Angie noticed that the coffee today tasted a little different. It wasn't a bad different but a more soothing, relaxing, energizing different. Angie was sipping the last few drops when Michael announced he was ready. As before, the couch was still in the center of the room but this time, 6 feet in front of the couch there was an easel with a canvas on it and a stool for Michael to sit on. Michael lead Angie over to the couch and stand in front of it. As on Friday, he told her he was going to have her that he was going to start with the actual painting and that she would be nude on the couch. 

Angie started to undress but Michael stopped her. As before on Friday, he wanted her to stay in a completely relaxed state. In order to maintain that state, he would have her close her eyes and he would undress her. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back slightly, Angie relaxed and let Michael begin. She was feeling the effects of the soothing coffee Michael had given her and besides, Michael had done this on Friday and it was not an unpleasant experience. So Angie stood there concentrating on being in a relaxed state while Michael unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Next, he deftly unbuttoned her blouse, slid it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. 

Angie hardly noticed as her clothing slid off her body onto the floor. While Michael's hands were busy removing her clothes, her ears were bathed in an endless continuous appraisal of how beautiful her body was. Angie was becoming lost in his words. She barely noticed when he unhooked the clasp on her bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Angie's firm breasts barely moved when the support of her bra was removed. She also barely noticed as Michael slid her high-rise panties down her waist, down her thighs, and puddle at her ankles. She was totally nude now and her mind was totally lost in concentrating on her mind cleared of all thought. 

Michael gently leaned her body back on the couch at one end so that her head was on the pillows placed there, her leg closest to the back of the couch raised up at the knee and the other leg stretched out full. He placed her one hand on her upraised knee. Michael turned her head toward him and at the same time tilted it upward. slightly. Michael told her to keep her eyes closed and empty her mind of all thought except that which might give her sexual pleasure. As a finishing touch, Michael draped a thin, transparent material across her arm and one leg. The effect was similar to a great 15th century master painter.

As soon as she was in the proper position, he instructed her not to move, whatever happened. With that, he sat down at is easel and began to paint. He concentrated first on he legs and arms. Next came her upper body. He filled in her stomach and chest, deliberately leaving her breasts and pussy unpainted. He knew that in her totally calm state, her tits and pussy did not exude the sexual feeling he wanted. 

The sight of this beautiful naked woman in front of him was beginning to affect him. He began to feel warm all over. His erection was starting to strain in his pants. He set down his brush and walked over to Angie, whispering to her that he was going to stimulate certain parts of her body and that she was to keep her eyes closed. With that, his fingers started to lightly trace around her nipples. As the sensation started to take effect, her nipples started to harden and swell. In the mean time, his other hand traced down her neatly trimmed pussy hair to the top of her slit. Once finding it Michael began to probe her pussy, first brushing her clit, then pushing his finger deep into her pussy. His fingers on her nipple were replaced with his tongue and lips; she tasted so good. All this attention on her tits and pussy was driving her crazy. She started to thrust her breasts out to get more of his attention. Her hips started to slowly gyrate back and forth. Her breathing became ragged. Little sweat beads were starting to form all over her body.


Erotic Portrait 02



Erotic Portrait 2 – Seduction of the twins

(Preface: This is the second story that loosely follows the same theme as its predecessor. You won't lose much in understanding of this story if you don't read the first one. Some of the people commenting on the first story failed to pick up on the fact that the housewife had lost a lot of her inhibitions after being given something to drink. Maybe the housewife's demeanor had more to do with what she had to drink than just being a consenting slut.)

Jill and Jean were a set of identical twins. While they each strove to have their individual identities, they still found themselves wearing their hair and dressing alike quite a bit of the time. This lead to frequent confusion as to who was who. While most identical twins have at least some identifying difference to them, Jill and Jean were as close to having absolutely identical features as you could possibly get. They had long medium brown hair that flowed down their back, almost to their ass. Both girls worked to maintain a nice 36-24-36 shape, with very firm 36D breasts. Each had seductively, soft brown eyes and small pert nose. At 5'6", and those features, you could almost envision both of them carved as a statue on a pedestal in some ancient Greek temple.  

The girls were in their 3 rd year of college at Cal Tech. As is usual at most colleges, the girls had been required to live in the dorm the first year. However, they found living in the dorm to be too distractive sometimes for studying. From some friends, they found it could be less expensive if they shared a small apartment and split expenses. The first year in college, their parents were able to foot the bill for all their college expenses but by the second year, the girls found them selves strapped for cash. Their parents had died due to a car crash that left the estate with huge medical bills and not much left over to fund the girls stay at college. They had no other close relatives they could tap for financial assistance. This meant it was an absolute necessity to share a small apartment, and find odd jobs as well to help pay for college and living expenses. 

One option to pick up extra cash presented itself in the form of being a tutor. Both girls were smart enough and far along enough in college that they could act as tutors for underclassmen. The weekly college 'rag' had a number of ads from underclassmen looking for someone to help tutor them through some of their first year classes. While there were plenty of ones to choose from, the girls found it didn't really pay enough to do that exclusively. Occasionally there would be an ad for some kind of 'temp' help that paid a little better, but those kinds of opportunities were few and far between, until they ran across and intriguing one. 

Michael's portraits were well known among some of the wealthier clients. Michael's specialty was 'old world masters' style paintings. His favorite subject was either nude or semi-nude female subjects in a Greek goddess, Egyptian royalty, or Middle Eastern harem style. On occasion, he would find a model that fit a classical European look or a 1500's Polynesian. Most of Michael's clients bought his works to be hung in the client's more private parts of their expensive mansions.  

Most of the time, a client would commission Michael to paint someone related to the client or someone the client had picked. In between commissions, Michael would find his own models to paint, for a 'stock' portrait that could be sold to a client who needed a painting to hang but had no one in mind of who should be in the painting. In these cases, Michael would sometimes put an ad in the local college 'rag' for portrait models. Michael's normal commission work paid well enough to offer the college students a generous cash payment and that meant he had a wealth of applicants to choose from.    

It was just such and ad that Jill and Jean responded to. They were really getting down on money for next month's rent, utilities, and food. The job of modeling seemed like an easy way to make some quick cash to meet the urgent bills and maybe have something left over.

The ad instructed them to fill out a short questionnaire and attach a snapshot of the applicant. The questionnaire asked the usual mundane things, but also had some questions about current living status, clothing sizes and if the model had any close relatives and whether they had model for the studio before. Each of the girls dutifully filled out all the information, set their digital camera on a table, set for time delay, to get a picture of the two of them together. They mailed the questionnaires and picture to the address in the ad and waited to see if there would be a response. 

Almost a week had passed and the girls had not heard anything. Rent would be due in a week and the money situation was getting tighter and tighter. There seemed to be a shortage of work opportunities in the past couple of weeks and the girls found themselves really counting on the modeling job for the cash they needed. 

It was 7 days after they had submitted their application that they got an evening call from Michael wanting to know if they could come in for an interview right after dinner on Friday. The girls were ecstatic that they had made it to the interview process. The normal rule of thumb was that if you made it this far, there was an 80% chance you would be chosen for whoever you wanted to work for. With Michael, that was even more true. With certain model applications, he did extensive background checks before granting an interview.

With this being Thursday, the girls could hardly sleep, thinking that there was a good chance they would be chosen and that they would soon have the money for next month's rent. 

The next day, they found themselves seated in the front office of Michael's studio. Michael, being the perfect host, offered the girls some tea to drink. Both girls remarked that the tea Michael had set before them was the best they had ever tasted. Not only was it unlike anything they had ever had before, it had a very soothing, relaxing quality about it. 

As Michael began to explain what he was looking for, he was also judging the girls reactions to the drink and how they reacted to each other. From the results of the background check on the girls, he was almost entirely sure they would be the ones he would pick. He had only needed to see what they looked like in person. 

At the end of 20 minutes, he announced that the modeling job was theirs. He told them how much they would be paid and what kind of time commitment to expect. As a good faith gesture he gave them a small cash payment but they would receive enough to not have to worry about rent or food for a long time after the painting was done. 

He explained the reason he paid at the end was that sometimes it would take multiple sessions to finish the painting and that sometimes the model would not show up for the final session. After verbally agreeing to the preliminary terms, Michael brought pulled out a contract for them to sign. He explained that it was his standard contract, they could read it if they wanted, but the sooner they signed, the sooner they could get started. The girls were in such a giddy mood about having got the job and in such a hurry to get started, they skipped reading and just went straight to the signature line. 

Michael filed the papers in his desk drawer and said he would need them to start right away posing for preliminary sketches. The girls couldn't believe their ears. They could start right away, which meant they could probably get paid a day or two sooner than they had anticipated.

Michael explained to the girls he had intended the painting would be in the style of ancient Greece. The girls would wear a thin white dress, typical of the period for the initial sketches. He also explained that, in order for the dresses to flow smoothly across the girl's bodies, they would have to remove all their other clothes, including bras and panties. Normally this would have been a red flag to the girls to 'take flight' as fast as possible. However, the girl's dire need for cash and the relaxing effect of what they had just drunk, had clouded their judgment and relaxed a lot of their inhibitions. 

As the girls headed for the dressing room, Michael marveled at their twin asses swaying back and forth in perfect synchronization. As soon as the dressing room door closed, Michael switched on the TV on the stand in the corner of the room. As the screen lit up and quickly settled down, Michael could make out two perfect beauties checking out a large dressing room. There were a couple of chairs, a couple of small tables, and a large, full length mirror on the wall. To the side was an open closet with different costumes. Prominently set out, were two Grecian style white dresses; the type normally worn by affluent women of the time. 

As Michael watched, Jill and Jean started to remove their matching sweaters. As their hands lifted the sweater up and over their heads, each girl's firm 36D breasts came into view, held up by conservative lacy pink bras. The girls had come dressed in sweaters and knee length full skirts with thigh high dark hose and 2" heels. They knew the heels would give their breasts and ass just the right amount accent without being obvious as to the intent. The girls folded their sweaters and placed them on a small shelf. 

The skirts were next to come off. As the skirt's side zippers bottomed out, the skirts themselves soon followed to the floor, in a puddle around their ankles. Bending down, the girls collected their skirts and folded them and placed them on top of their sweaters. As each girl had bent down, Michael watched intently, a bulge starting to grow in his pants. The girl's shoes and hose were quickly removed and placed with the other clothes.

The girls, now only dressed in high-rise pink lacy panties and matching bras, looked stunning. Stopping to admire their figures in the mirror on the wall, the girls confided in themselves that they were confident the artist's main reason for choosing them was because of how perfect their bodies looked and because they were a matched pair.

"I don't know why we have to remove everything", remarked Jill a little nervously. 

"It's because we are being painted in period costumes of ancient Greece and they didn't have bras and panties back then", Jean piped up. "I know it will feel a little strange to have nothing on under these thin dresses, but I'm sure everything will be just fine. The artist is a professional and there shouldn't be anything to worry about." 

With a reluctant shrug of her shoulders, Jill reached around behind her back and unfastened her bra and slid it off her body, releasing her firm breasts. Jean was quick to follow suit with her bra. The girls next hooked their thumbs into the waistband of their panties and pulled them down and off. Their undergarments were pilled on top of the rest of the clothes. 

The bulge in Michael's pants was quite evident with his hard cock straining to be free, as he leered at the now naked girls. He had never seen such beautifully proportioned bodies and he knew they would be perfect for what a particular client he had in mind wanted. 

The long white dresses Michael had chosen for the girls, had a very low neckline, accenting the girl's firm breasts. The material draped across the breast just barely above the nipple. From just below the waist, the material was slit all the way down to the bottom but came together enough to not show anything in a standing position. A thin cord tied around the waist to complete the costume. The girls had no trouble getting into the dresses. Looking at the result in the mirror, it almost seemed like the dresses had been made specifically for them. A pair of delicate sandals for each girl, was the finishing touch. 

When the girls came out of the dressing room, Michael directed them to stand against a canvas background, painted to look like the entrance to a Greek temple. The bulge in Michael's pants had not gone down but was hidden by the painter's smock he had put on. Michael's instructions to look directly at his face, kept their eyes off his crotch. 

Michael positioned Jill and Jean to be standing next to each other, turned slightly towards each other. The effect of this was to emphasize the girl's asses and breasts. It was obvious through the thin material of their dresses that their nipples had stiffened. The texture of the material had been chosen specifically to heighten the sensitivity each time it brushed across them, keeping them hard. 

A digital camera was set up with some basic lighting next to his artist easel. He told the girls the would be taking some photos along with the preliminary sketches so that if he didn't get the preliminary sketch filled in good enough before it got too late in the evening, he would have the pictures to work from. 

The girls stood exactly as Michael had placed them as he clicked off a number of shots. With their eyes facing toward the camera all the time, what they didn't see was that every time the flash fired, the dresses they were wearing would almost turn translucent, revealing their perfect body. 

After 10-15 shots, Michael moved the camera and lights off to the side and sat down on a stool in front of his easel. Michael quickly went to work with a soft lead pencil, tracing the girls soft curves. As the girls held their pose, Michael began filling his sketch pad with multiple drawings; some of just their heads, some of just hands, and some of their whole bodies.

After a few hours work, Michael laid down the pencil and declared that he was done for the evening. It had been a long day and he needed to review the sketches for the next day's actual painting. 

The girls were relieved that they didn't have to hold that pose any longer, but also looking forward to coming back the next day for the main painting to be worked on. 

Because they needed the money so bad, they pleased that tomorrow would be the main event and their immediate financial worries would be over by the end of tomorrow. Michael reminded them to be back at the studio at 1:00pm sharp the next day. With that, they changed quickly back to their street clothes and left.

After the girls got back to the apartment, they were surprised that they didn't have sore muscles from having to stand in the same position for so long. Actually, they seemed to feel quite relaxed and were looking forward to the next day. "It must have been the tea we drank", remarked Jean. "Michael said that it would help keep us relaxed and our muscles from being sore from holding a pose for so long." It didn't take long for the girls to drift off to sleep.

After the girls left the studio, Michael began reviewing the pictures he had shot. He picked the best 2 shots of the girls and included them in an email to some of his clients he thought would be interested. He then made a few preparations for tomorrow and went to bed himself.

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The girls awoke late but feeling well rested and no soreness from the previous day's posing. They both showered and made sure to shave their legs smooth, and do some trimming on their already closely trimmed pussy hair. Even though they had no steady boyfriends to please by shaving their pussy, they were more comfortable with how it looked closely trimmed. Also, they didn't want unwanted hair to show between a fold in the costume they would be modeling in.

By late morning, Michael had already received a response to his emails. Making his choice from half a dozen respondents, he acknowledged his acceptance of the offer and what time for the client to be at the studio to pick up the merchandise. For the rest of the emails, he sent a reply thanking them for their interest but that he was declining their offer. He closed each email with a reminder that there would be other offers in the future and to keep in touch. 

At 1:00pm sharp, the girls arrived at the studio dressed very casual. Michael had given them strict instructions before they left last night about wearing loose clothing, no hose, no heels, and no bras. He did not want any clothing marks to show on their body when he painted them.  

As before, Michael offered them his relaxing tea. The girls noticed it seemed stronger than the day before and gave a quizzical nod. Michael explained that it was to help offset the possible muscle cramps the poses they would be in for a longer period of time than that afternoon than the evening before. Knowing how it had helped so much last night, the girls quickly drank it down and went to the dressing room to change. 

In the dressing room, the girls located the white dresses they were to wear and put them on, having removed all their other clothes. They put on the matching sandals and did a quick check in the mirror before coming out into the main part of the studio. 

As before, Michael had been watching and taping the entire show in the dressing room. As with the night before, there was a noticeably large bulge in his pants that he felt thankful to be concealed by his painter's smock. He did not want the girls to be distracted by how aroused his own body was becoming. 

As the girls emerged from the dressing room, Michael ushered them to a settee style couch in front of a backdrop that was painted to look like an elegant Athens style bed chamber. Michael instructed Jill to lay down on the settee so that her head was high on the curved head piece, one leg was stretched straight down the length of the settee and the other hanging off the side.

He then placed Jean in a legs-half-underneath-her sitting position to where her head rested on Jill's upper thigh. The effect Michael was looking for was a situation where two Athenian girls had fallen asleep on a hot afternoon, one resting her head on the other's thigh. To the girls, it seemed like a natural pose. They had seen something similar in a large art museum.

As Michael went to work painting, the tea went to work on the girl's minds and bodies. The tea itself was something straight off the local store shelf. The 'added ingredient' is what made it so relaxing. Michael had run across it when he traveled to South America for some artistic inspiration. Along with its relaxing quality, it also proved to be a powerful sexual stimulant that also left the person open to accepting commands or suggestions. He had seen a demonstration of it in South America and knew it had a lot of potential for something he'd been thinking of doing for quite a while.

After painting for a while, and giving the 'drink' time to work, Michael got up from his painter's stool and walked over to Jill to whisper in her ear.

"I want you to feel Jean's warm breath on your pussy and let your body become aroused. You will keep your eyes closed but the more you feel her breath, the more you aroused you will become."

With that, Michael used his hands to re-adjust the bottom half of Jill's dress so that it opened up enough for Jill's pussy to be revealed and feel Jean's warm breath. 

As Michael went back to his easel, he noticed a slight change in Jill's facial expression. Her eyes were still closed but you could tell her body was reacting to what Jean was doing.

After 10 more minutes, Michael got up and adjusted the top of Jill's dress so that her firm breasts were exposed. The part of the dress that had come up over her shoulders, was now slid partially down her arms. The part of the neckline that had been just above Jill's nipples, was now below her breast, exposing them and the obviously hard nipples. 

After making the adjustments to Jill's dress, Michael leaned over to whisper in Jean's ear. "Keep your eyes closed and move your head further up your sister's thigh. Breath in the scent of your sister's arousal. Let it bring out your desire to please her. You will begin to feel your sister's arousal in your body too. You can almost taste the nectar that flows from her pussy."




Erotic Portrait 02



While not changing her general pose, Jean moved her head to where her lips were barely above Jill's sparsely covered slit. The drink had done its work well. Jean would willingly do whatever she was asked to do. With her eyes still closed, she began to take in the stronger scent of her sister's arousal. With each warm breath on Jill's pussy, more of her juices flowed and the scent became stronger.

Michael then loosened the front of Jean's dress, similar to Jill, so that her firm breasts and pussy were exposed. Even without coaxing from Michael, Jean's nipples had become hard also.

As Michael walked back to his easel, he saw Jean's head bend down a little more so that her lips made contact with Jill's pussy. As he began to paint, Jean's lips parted and her tongue extended to gently lap at the moisture accumulating along Jill's slit. 

Jill was totally lost in the sensation between her legs. She was oblivious to her surroundings, her brain focused on what was happening to her pussy. Jean's lapping at the moisture on Jill's outer pussy, turned to a probing between Jill's pussy lips, occasionally brushing against her clit. It was becoming an endless cycle. As Jean tried to keep up with the flow of Jill's juices, her ministrations caused Jill to produce more. Since Michael had planted the suggesting in Jean's brain that she would become increasingly aroused the more she lapped at Jill's nectar, Jean was not far behind Jill in her state of arousal. 

Michael knew he had to work fast. He was normally good at working quickly but these girls were on their way to an orgasm at a much faster pace than anything he had ever seen. As Michael painted furiously, his two clients looked on at was unfolding before their eyes. 

Michael had invited his two clients to come watch on the monitor in another room during the initial stages of the painting. When things started to heat up, they came out into the studio to see things first hand. It was obvious of the client's approval of the painting. It was also obvious of their approval of the models in front of them. The bulge in their pants told it all.

As Michael was finishing the last brush strokes, the clients had stripped down to their boxer shorts and had taken up positions close to Jill and Jean. 

With the last brush stroke finished, Michael got up and walked over to Jill and whispered in her ear.

"Lean your head back over the edge of the couch and imagine you are sucking on a ripe juicy fruit."

Going over to Jean, he whispered in her ear, "Continue lapping up your sister's pussy nectar, while you lift your seat up so that you are on your knees, then imagine a long ripe juicy fruit is stimulating your pussy."

The girls followed Michael's instructions to the letter, while the clients removed their boxer shorts and position themselves closer to the girls.

Michael's clients, Dan and Ron, were brothers. They owned a very successful import/export business. Their residence was a sumptuous 20,000 sq ft 6 bedroom mansion on the outskirts of town. Their interests were mostly along the lines of Mediterranean art and Middle Eastern antiquities. They valued things that most people could not afford or would not be able to acquire because they did not have the 'connections' necessary to obtain rare and priceless pieces.

Being bothers, you would think they would be somewhat similar in looks. They were both about the same age, 35, but other physical similarities were few. In fact, they were somewhat physical dissimilar. Both had average builds but Ron was short, only about 5'5" and 150lbs. His most distinguishing feature was his thick 8" cock with large veins that snaked around it like roots of a large tree. Dan was taller, at about 5'8" and 180lbs, but his cock was only about 4 and 1/2 inches long. Even though Dan's cock was shorter, it had a peculiarity of pointing straight up against his stomach when it got hard. This quality limited his sexual positions but that didn't mean he couldn't put it to good use. Even though he could not penetrate a woman's pussy very deep, he was good at using it to stimulate a woman's clit into intense orgasms.

Dan approached Jill's open mouth. Leaning far over her body, he began to push his small cock into her mouth. He balls hung a fraction of an inch from her face. 

Having taken her queue from Michael's suggestion, her lips closed over his shaft and she began to suck on it, trying to taste its entire length as much as possible. Jill's tongue lapped at the underside as she sucked. It was an unexpected feeling for Dan. As soon as Jill locked on to Dan's cock, it was almost like his cock had been sucked into a powerful vacuum hose, eliciting an intense groan from him.  It took almost a full minute before she slacked off on her suction enough for Dan to be able to start rocking his cock back and forth, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Other women had sucked his cock but never with such intensity. 

While all this was going on, Ron had dropped to his knees behind Jean. Ron had been stroking his cock minutes before and he was ready to push it into Jean, even before Michael had motioned him to proceed. As Ron pushed forward, head of his cock made contact with Jean's close shaved pussy lips. At the time of contact with Jean's pussy lips, Jean briefly stopped her licking of Jill's pussy. When Ron's cock made contact, it had broken Jeans concentration on Jill's pussy. 

While Ron had more length than Dan, his cock was more flexible and he was able to penetrate Jean without bending over. As Ron began to move his cock head up and down Jean's slick slit, Jean's initial shift in focus returned back to the task of licking Jill's delicious pussy. 

Feeling that Jean was lubricated enough to allow entry, Ron started to push the head of his cock into her. He had no more than pushed most of his cock head in when he felt resistance. 

Michael had not told him that the girls were virgins. This was a bonus for the brothers. Michael noted their look of approval and knew he would be getting more 'commissions' from the brothers in the future. 

Ron began to gently rock back and forth to allow Jean to become used to his size and to become even more lubricated from her juices. When he thought she was ready, he gave a hard shove, broking past her barrier and buried his cock all the way in. The force of Ron's push into her, forced Jean to bury her mouth into Jill's pussy, muffling her scream of pain and pleasure.  

Ron didn't give her much time to get use to his cock before starting to forcefully rock back and forth, almost pulling all the way out before shoving all the way back in again. To Ron, Jean's pussy was like feeling that a vice had gripped it.  Jill was squirming from Jean's oral ministrations, Dan was savoring the best blowjob he'd ever had, Jean was building to a fantastic orgasm, and Ron was sweating profusely as he enjoyed Jean's extremely tight pussy.  With Jill and Jean's best parts already taken, Michael's only other way to get in on the fun was to suck on the girl's nipples. His mouth latched onto Jill's fantastic 36D's, his lips tugging at her taught nipples, and sucked for all he was worth. The sounds of slurping, sloshing of juices, balls slapping against face and pussy, moans and groans filled the studio. 

It was a fantastic sight but the sexual energy was to great to go on forever without swiftly coming to a climax, and that's just what happened in a quick succession. 

Gripping her ass to make sure he would stay all the way in, Ron made a mighty lunge into Jean. With an animalistic cry of release, his cock proceeded to spray her insides with shot after shot of hot sticky cum. Upon feeling Ron shoot into her womb, Jean clamped down on Ron's cock, buried her face into Jill's pussy and let out a muffled scream of her own. Jill was so close to cumming herself that Jean's sudden intense suction on her clit and scream into her pussy was all it took to put her over the top. When Jean buried her mouth into Jill's pussy, she locked on hard to Jill's clit and sucked hard. Her body shook explosively hard and her vocal cords vibrated in a powerful scream of her own. 

The intense vibration on Dan's cock was just too much for Dan and he shoved his cock deep into Jill's throat and held it there, shooting a powerful stream of hot cum down her throat, making it's way to fill her stomach. 

All four people were sweating profusely and it took a little while before Dan and Ron were able to pull out of Jill and Jean. When they did, they gave Michael a nod of approval, got dressed and handed Michael $20,000.

"Don't worry, I have signed contracts from the girls giving permission to have their bodies used in any way you like", said Michael, as Dan and Ron turned toward the girls. 

The guys scooped up the girls and carried the exhausted, brain foggy girls out the back door to their waiting car. 

Just as the Dan and Ron were on their way out the door, they heard Michael wished them well with their new possessions and tell them he would deliver the painting to their house the next day.

For Jill and Jean, they would not have to worry about the rent anymore. From now on, they would not have to worry about rent, food, or clothing. Their life would now be devoted to pleasing their new owners. 



Erotic Portrait



With Angie almost at the point of no return, Michael dashed back to the canvas and furiously painted for a few minutes, then dashed back to Angie to keep her passion stoked. Back and forth, back and forth, brush stroke after brush stroke. Angie was on fire. Michael knew she was almost where he wanted her. 

Michael quickly striped off his clothes. His cock had been rock hard for some time from seeing Angie's hot body responding to all the attention it was receiving. The last thing the painting needed was the expression on Angie's face. For this, Michael needed to ramp things up. He dashed back to where she lay on the couch. Instead of the usual stimulation using his fingers and tongue, he dropped down between her legs. His cock was lined up perfectly and in one quick motion, he drove his cock deep into her steamy pussy. The extra stimulation of Michael's cock was what she needed. She was well on her way to a powerful orgasm. 

Michael's cock had been too rock hard for too long to hold out for very long. He felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to throb. In an instant, he was shooting a powerful spray of cum into Angie's pussy. Feeling Michael cum inside her was the catalyst Angie needed to put her over the top. Just as her orgasm hit her, Michael pulled out. He was still firing shots of cum as he did. One shot sprayed the entrance to her pussy. Michael's hand gripped his cock hard stopping successive blasts. In a lightning quick motion, he jumped up and aimed his cock at Angie's open mouth. Releasing the grip on his cock, one shot of his cum went into her mouth and another sprayed around her mouth.

Michael dashed back to the canvas in time to put the finishing touches on the painting just as Angie's orgasm started to subside. He had captured the expression he was looking for. Dressing quickly, he finished up a few minor details, as Angie lay exhausted from the session. 

Michael told her to open her eyes, gave her a warm wet towel to clean up with as she got dressed. It was now 6:00pm. Michael told Angie that the painting needed to dry and then framed. He told her to come back on Friday afternoon to pick it up. 

On Friday, Angie came by the studio to pick up and pay for the painting. Michael had covered the face of the painting with wrapping paper, explaining that he knew it was a surprise for her husband and that he wanted it to be a surprise for both Angie and Bill. She took it home and hung it on the wall over the bed, the face of the painting still wrapped. 

Bill arrived home late but was in much better spirits than the weekend before. Angie had a candle light diner waiting for him. Not only that, Angie had dressed in one of her baby doll outfits and it was hard for Bill to keep his mind on dinner. Lust finally triumphed over hunger and he lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. 

Once in the bedroom Bill could tell that Angie had planned for this eventuality. There were two large candles burning on the nightstands on either side of the bed. As he quickly removed his clothes, Angie said she had an additional surprise for him. With that, she pulled off the wrapping from the face of the painting. What he saw was a life like masterpiece painting of a nude Angie laying on a couch, her head turned forward and tilted back. Her back arched, accenting her hard nipples. 

The lustful fire in Bill's eyes intensified. His cock harder than ever. He dove into pussy, his tongue hungrily lapping at her pussy, making her juices run like a river. Knowing that she was more than ready, he literally pounced on Angie, his cock finding the entrance to her pussy on it's own and sliding into her in one swift motion. 

From then on, it was a frenzy of his cock pounding her pussy, Angie's legs wrapped around his waist, and both of them moaning profusely. It was more than Bill could take and he let out a thunderous roar, while at the same time his cock pulsed with spray after spray of cum, deep into Angie's pussy. Feeling Bill's cum coat her insides was all it took to send Angie over the top as well. He body started shaking and thrashing from side to side, at the same time screaming at the top of her lungs. It was quite a while before Bill slid off of Angie's body slick with sweat, both of them still panting hard.

Above their heads hung the painting of Angie whose pussy and mouth showed evidence of cum dripping from the openings of her pussy and mouth, barely noticeable in the dim light.