I’ve done some nude modelling in mixed groups with a number of artists, both male and female where nothing happened. Quite boring really.
But then I got a message from an older, much older, established artist in north London. I was mid twenties and he was probably late sixties.
I went to his studio in his very large house. He asked me to get undressed which I did without hesitation. He remained clothed and watched as my clothes came off.
At that stage everything seemed pretty normal to me and I thought he just wanted me to model for him. Not much was said but he insisted on taking me on a tour of his house… me naked of course, and him guiding me with his hands now and again, from behind. Still nothing overtly sexual, but very warm and welcoming.
We eventually reached his studio, which was packed with canvases and assorted artists materials and a really big old armchair.
He asked me to recline on it so I draped myself over it and he took a position a few feet away with a sketchbook and charcoals.
I was fairly aroused by that time, but not fully erect because he was sketching quite quickly and looking at me often as artists do.
He asked me to adjust my pose a couple of times, which I did, but he didn’t seem satisfied, so stood up to physically adjust my pose to his liking.
He was very hands on and gently moved my arms and legs that were, he said, better for him. Each time he moved one of my limbs, he would stroke my skin, either on my chest, stomach, hips or arse. Again nothing overtly sexual but very erotic nonetheless.
Then he’d stand back as if judging the pose, but come back to do more adjusting. And yes, by now I had a rock hard erection. But he didn’t touch it. It was like he was deliberately avoiding it if I’m honest.
I realise now he was effectively seducing me, but at the time I wasn’t sure what his intentions really were. (I was younger and more naive back then.)
This went on for a couple of hours, until he came over and asked me to put my head back over the sofa, and open my legs wide which meant I was in a very sensual and incredibly erotic pose… with my full blown erection lying across my stomach.
He brought his seat even closer, and sketched for a while, but then put his pad down and came up behind the armchair, where my head was laid back. He put his hands around my throat kissed me forcefully, pushing his tongue into my mouth. This was a definite change of tempo. Now he was in charge and demonstrating his power over me. A long way from the charming, slightly hesitant artist I’d met a couple of hours ago. Now he was taking me… stroking my chest and back with his hands, and I was loving it.
I’m not sure how he knew but I lose all control when someone is really rough with my nipples, and he was tweaking both of them really hard while he continued to kiss me. (I adore kissing too, so I wasn’t struggling…)
I was basically at his mercy and my moans were letting him know I wanted him to do more. He was still fully dressed and very much in control.
He stopped kissing me and told me to kneel on the armchair, which I did and which of course exposed my arse to him.
He draped my arms over the back of the armchair and came around behind me where he started stroking my hips and arse cheeks, moving down and pulling them wide, as he started to rim me.
To say I was deliriously turned on would be an understatement. He was pushing his tongue deep into my hole and started to insert two fingers into me, all the while using his saliva to lubricate me…
Then I felt him stand up behind me and what was obviously his hard cock started pushing at my stretched, lubricated hole.
As he started to slowly push his bell end against my tight muscle I wanted him more than anything to not stop. I wanted his cock deep inside me. The feeling of being stretched open and at the same time feeling the relentless pressure of him sliding into me was so incredibly erotic, I began to push back onto the thick, spear he was forcing into me.
Needless to say, once he was balls deep, he started slowly fucking me, increasing his speed while holding my hips, and me moaning like a slut, encouraging him to fill me with his seed. I’ll be honest, I was begging him to give me his cum.
It didn’t happen straight away but I can distinctly remember the moment his cock got bigger, and he thrust everything into me as he bellowed like a bull and flooded me with the contents of his balls!
Once he’d stopped pumping his seed into me, there were a few moments of silence. His cock was still deep inside me, and I didn’t want him to pull out.
Eventually nature took its course, he got softer and slowly withdrew, at which point I could feel what seemed like a bucket of semen poured out of me and coating my balls.
I remember thinking not only how erotic his spunk pouring out of me was, but also how I wished I could taste it with my tongue…
I had been well and truly fucked, and I’d loved it. I was still kneeling on the armchair feeling incredibly empty but I still hadn’t cum.
The artist, now back in his former less dominant self, asked me to turn over and sit on the armchair. I did and straight away he was kneeling between my legs and using his come as lube as he slowly wanked me….
As you can imagine I was right on the edge and when he slid his mouth over my cock and started to fellate me, it didn’t take long for me to pump a massive load into his mouth.
He swallowed, then got up off his knees and kissed me so I could taste my own cum.
Throughout all this he remained fully clothed and when he started handing me my clothes I knew our artistic session had come to an end.
Shortly after that, I moved to Norfolk and although he contacted me a few times to ask if I was available, it never worked out. Unfortunately.
It’s all totally true and one of the greatest sexual exploits of my life.
Oh, and if anyone wants to recreate this meeting, let me know…
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