A Portrait From Life - Sex Stories

A Portrait From Life

... Lady." She was eagerly swallowing all I squirted into her open mouth, as her fingers were fucking her own pussy, dripping onto my wood floor. Naughty, nasty, and adorable. I was more than pleased. I stroked my prick, feeding her the last of my come. She wiped her lips, licked her fingers, and smiled again. Her eyes were deep, and smoldering. She rose up, began dressing, and spoke to me, as I pulled my trousers back up. "Lorenzo, this should be interesting. Yes, I will enjoy these sessions. Will you make me beautiful and seductive?" "I can't help but do that, Lady. I will paint you from life, and you will be lovely, and sensual." "Thank you, kind sir. Until next time." With that she glided out, her tiny body displaying a royal bearing. Our agreement was to meet at my loft every Friday afternoon. Thus began my affair with the Lady Gwen. I reached out to friends and was told more of her history. Apparently, she had been the youngest daughter in a wealthy family. She had attended Stanford University. However, in her last year she had been involved in a scandal. A close, male friend had died under suspicious circumstances. She had never been implicated in any way. But the rumors said that she had been abused by the young man. It was hard to discover what the truth of the stories were. It didn't really matter. She had disappeared, leaving school and her family. After about a year she had emerged as the most sought after lady of the night in one of our local brothels. Within five ...

... years the madam of the establishment had left, Gwendolyn owned the house, and the ladies all worked for her. She still had select clients who paid well to remain in her favor. It was clear that I had been allowed to taste of a rare fruit, so to speak. Until she returned the next Friday I would often look at her photograph. Then visualize what I would achieve on the canvas. And I would masturbate, remembering her. Wondering what would happen the next time. "Hello, Lorenzo. Let's get started, shall we? Let me just get ready." She was there, and I was happy. She doffed her clothing, and got into her pose. I adjusted her a bit and then I began, touching up the drawing I had made last week, and then starting to put some colors onto the canvas, looking at her as she smiled with her secretive lips. The session went very quickly. As she had done the previous week she hummed an odd tune. I couldn't place it. I placed the covering over the painting, and gestured to her to get dressed. I washed up. I wondered if she would allow me another opportunity to enjoy her treasures, or if it had been one time only. Looking at her, still lounging on the mattress, I could see she was in no hurry to put on her things. Starting to undo my linen trousers, I began strolling over to her. She smiled, and then shook her finger at me. "No, no. I did you a kind favor last week. Now it's your turn, Lorenzo. You must please me. I know you want to. Every man wants to please the Lady Gwen. You agree? Of course ...