The Artist

I recently answered an ad to pose nude for a local artist. When I arrived at his home, he led me downstairs to his studio in the basement. He was a good looking guy, just the kind I always went for. He showed me where I could address and handed me a long silk robe to slip into. When I walked from behind the curtain, he already had everything set up. He pointed over to a long sofa that he wanted me to pose on. I let the robe fall to the floor and settled in for the session. As I watched his beautiful eyes study every curve and dip of my body, I began to get a little warm. The appreciation he had for my form showed. I could see it his eyes, the movement of his hands and his pants. His attraction was very easy to see with ever growing bulge he made no attempt to hide from me. I was in a trance, my eyes watching his ever move. When he put his sketch pad aside and told me he was finished, we both stood up, facing each other. I could hear both of us breathing in the small space we were in. I walked slowly over to him, still completely naked. We both lunged at each other, starving. My back hit the concrete wall, then his, then mine again, his mouth devouring mine. His hands lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. My mouth never left his as I fought to get his pants down. With his hands cupping my ass, he thrust his hard cock inside of my dripping pussy. We both moaned loudly as he began to fuck me against the wall. It wasn’t slow in sensual… it was fast and passionate, both of us writhing against one another. I didn’t feel the cold rough wall in the damp basement or his hands bruising my thighs as he held me tightly against him.. I only felt him and what he was doing to my body. We were both shaking as he pushed in one last time. He came deep inside my pussy as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close. He slowly turned and carried me back to the sofa and collapsed on it with me. After a while, he pulled away and went to retrieve his sketch pad. He sketched me as I was, post orgasm. He smiled and told me it was going to be beautiful. I collected my things and started to leave. As I was making my way out the door, he grabbed my arm to stop me. He asked if I would pose for him again. I told him I would think about it, but knew I would be back.. I couldn’t resist.


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