A Portrait From Life - Sex Stories

A Portrait From Life

... area, while the hair on her head was raven colored, straight, and bound up off of her shoulders. Such a pretty little thing. It was hard to believe she ran a brothel. And she was the major star at that place of business. Or so I had heard. I was a professional. However, it was clear to me that she was going to be a temptation. I could feel my prick beginning to swell. That would not do. I needed to keep a clear head. I had her get into the pose I wanted to try. It was necessary to guide her a little, with my hands, but she was a perfect sitter. Her flesh was soft and smooth, like satin, and so warm, almost hot. She glanced at my trousers, and smiled up at me. Then I stepped back and took a photo. I didn't work directly from pictures, but I would use it as a reference when doing some touch up painting. She began to hum softly. It was a productive session. I was able to complete the preliminary drawing on my canvas. She was a perfect subject; never complaining, just posing still and lovely. When we had finished for the day I walked over to my sink to wash my hands. I heard her shifting on the platform. Glancing over I saw her sitting on the edge of it. "We're through. You can get dressed now. I must say, this'll be an easy creation. You're just as you should be to get your portrait done from life." She held her arms up, with her legs now spread apart. It was silly, but I felt compelled to approach her. Finally standing in front of her, she gently touched me. I grew longer, ...

... harder. Her touch was more forceful, gazing up into my eyes, smiling, rubbing my firmness. I believe I moaned. She undid the strings holding my linen pants up, and pulled them down, exposing my stiff member. Her little hands wrapped around me, stroking, and tickling my nuts. "This is alright, isn't it, Lorenzo? I thought I would show you how pleased I am to be posing for you." "Mother of god, yes it's alright! No need to ask. My god, your hands, so tiny and so tight. Suck my cock, little whore!" And she did, following my bidding. Her tongue stretched out, licked off the pre-cum I was seeping, and then licked the length, from the hairy base up to the tip. Nipping it a little, then returning to running her tongue up and down, and then around my prick. My cock was wet, as her saliva dripped out of her mouth, and she began sucking the mushroom head. Now I needed to fuck her mouth. I twisted my fingers into her silken hair, and pulled her in to force my cock down her throat. She took it all. Of course she did, the perfect whore. I was fucking her mouth like a pussy, and she was taking it all. Jesus, she could suck cock. I was gentle, at first, but soon I needed to jam my prick roughly into her hot, drooling mouth, I started fucking it, as one of her hands was stroking her clit, faster and faster, while I fed her all of my cock. She slapped her slit and clit with her fingers, coming as I started jetting out my own spunk. "Suck it all down, Gwen, suck my cock, ah shit, come for me ...