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I met my wife Jessie in an Art’s class during college. It was one of those moments, now looking back, that I knew even then would change my life. Though to what extent it did, and had…I certainly didn’t know at the time. The only thing I did know, the moment I saw her, I knew I was going to marry her. No matter what.
Oddly enough, she was the artist. I was merely modeling, in the nude mind you, for a few extra bucks on the side. I was myself a struggling writer, not an artist. I never had been very shy, a fairly decent body all things considered, though I was certainly no body builder either. But then the arts instructor hadn’t been looking for that either when she approached me.
“Danny? Would you be interested in posing for a particular class of mine?” She’d asked. “You will be nude however…think you can handle that?” Like I said, nudity wasn’t a problem for me, and so I assured her I could do that. “Can I ask you another favor?” She then asked, actually blushing a little. “But only if you’re interested,” she then added hedging her bet a little. “It would require something else, but you’d get paid additional for doing it,” she hinted.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously, wondering, as she seemed obviously hesitant to even bring it up.
“Well, once a week, I also teach an erotic arts class. So not only is there nudity involved with that, but you’d also have to be comfortable enough to sport an erection during the class. If you’ve got a girlfriend who might be interested in joining you, that would make things easier on you perhaps, though I do have a number of girls who’ve also signed up to be models for us as well.”
I had to think about that one, though only for a moment as she told me it paid a hundred dollars an hour, and with the class being two hours long, that was an easy eight hundred a month I could use, just for posing nude…with an erection. Cindy, the instructor, quickly informed me there wouldn’t actually be any sexual relations, just simulated expressions. More like, something was just about to happen, or just had. That kind of stuff. I figured I could handle that, though maintaining an erection for two hours wasn’t going to be easy. Until she told me that very often, the artists themselves very often drew one another also posing nude as they sat drawing. So perhaps, knowing and seeing that, might keep me more or less aroused. Though keeping myself stimulated was obviously expected. I figured, “What the hell? Why not try it at least once, see how things went?” I currently wasn’t seeing anyone either, so the potential for perhaps hooking up with someone seemed promising. I had no idea just how promising that would turn out to truly be, as that’s when I first saw Jessie.
And the first time I even saw Jessie, I saw her nude too.
Not everyone was, just a handful, three women and one man out of a class of twelve as it turned out. I had just come out of the dressing room only wearing a robe, which I would soon be removing. Oddly enough, I’d actually popped a Viagra a short while ago, and had been sitting there looking at porn mags, working up a nice stiff erection prior to walking out. The first night would be solo. Five or six different positions, but all of which would be clearly showing off my exposed aroused member. Approaching the small platform, I soon assumed the position Cindy had asked me to do first, laying down on my back, one leg bent at the knee, one hand behind my head, the other not quite touching my hard cock, though appearing as though I was just about to. I was asked to hold this particular pose for about fifteen minutes while all about me took up whatever tools they preferred using. Whether it was simply a charcoal sketch, watercolor and brush, or oils. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jessie, though I didn’t even know her name at the time. Though I daresay, I was too busy looking at her cute luscious body, which was helping to keep me focused, not to mention, stiff and straight for the class.
I guess you could say she had medium sized tits, neither too small, nor too large. Light tan areolas, slightly darker than the rest of her flesh, though the one thing she did have, and which clearly stood out, was very long thick nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard as she sat there drawing and sketching me throughout the night. I know, because I hardly took my eyes off them whenever I had the opportunity to look at her for any length of time.
She had dark shoulder length hair, which she wore in a ponytail. I later discovered she had almost emerald green eyes, a small dimple in her left cheek whenever she smiled, though at the moment she too was focused and serious as she sketched various positions and poses of me on her pad, tearing them off one after the other as she discarded some, drawing others. It was after that first class was over that I boldly approached her, introducing myself, and only then learning her name.
“Hi, I’m Danny. Mind if I see your work?” I asked.
Needless to say, I was a little surprised, and embarrassed as each and every piece she’d done…showed hakkari escort bayan differing angles of my cock only. Nothing else…just my cock, top to bottom, from the side, some large, some exaggerated, (obviously so) and one even looking like something Picasso himself might have done. I didn’t see much of a resemblance in that one, though Cindy had commented favorably on it while looking over Jessie’s sketches, which is when she then further introduced the two of us though we had basically done that already. I did learn however, according to Cindy, that Jessie was one of her more promising students and really had an eye for detail. By the few sketches I had seen, I could clearly see that…even if they were all pictures of my cock, and nothing else.
“You do good work,” I had told her after Cindy had left the two of us to get even better acquainted with one another.
“You have a nice cock,” she’d countered. “Make’s it even more interesting to sketch when they look like yours does. Lots of differing veins, angles, especially when it throbs, like it was obviously doing earlier,” she said smiling at me. “Coffee?”
I laughed. She had a way about her, which I was just beginning to discover. Almost honest to a fault, certainly open-minded as I would also learn. But she had a few deep dark secrets about herself too, that I would also eventually find out.
But for now, it was a late night coffee together at a local hangout, where I would discover that the girl sitting across from me, was the one I had every intention of eventually marrying.
Yeah, I know. Love at first sight. Something that only happens in fairytales and romantic movies perhaps. But it in fact happened to me. The only problem was, could I accept and come to terms with Jessie’s passions, her quirks, kinks and interests. I would soon find out.
I figured the evening was coming to a close for the two of us as we’d already passed on another refill of coffee. Jessie was already gathering her things in preparation for leaving as I tossed a few bills on the table. She smiled, looking at me, and then said. “I’d like to watch you come. I only live a block away from here, care to come back to my place with me?” She asked as though we were discussing the weather or something. Even then, I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right either, figuring she’d meant something else, or had misspoken the words in some way. I know by the confused expression on my face, she was realizing that. “Seriously, I’d like to watch you come, you know…spurt, squirt. Come on, I’ll explain it to you on the way home.”
And just like that, I followed my future wife out the door of the café’ back to her place, wondering as we walked side by side, now hand in hand…if she was merely flirting with me, or teasing me. Until she actually explained herself as we walked.
“Here’s the thing,” she began. “And I was being serious when I asked you that. You see, for as long as I can remember now, I’ve had this fascination, this incredible desire and interest in seeing a man come. I love seeing it, watching it, making it happen…or just sitting back and watching it as they make it happen. I know, some might think it’s too freaky, too weird, which is why I also don’t date very much. Not too many guys I know are eager to accept that, unless they’re the only one doing it for me, but that’s not what I’m into,” she said openly. Like I said, with no reason not to be honest about it, she was…especially since we’d just met, and she was just letting me know in no uncertain terms what she enjoyed seeing, and why. “Anyway, like I told you earlier, you have a nice looking cock, and I’ve been wondering all evening long what it would look like when it finally squirted, so…you interested?”
After two hours of sitting there with an erection in the first place, and now this…I was once again very hard, walking next to her, realizing we were headed back to her place, where I was actually going to come for her, though I of course had other hopes at the time too. Only some of which were actually accomplished…that night. We soon reached her apartment, which was on the 1st floor, and soon followed her inside where she almost immediately directed me to sit on her couch, after removing all my clothes first, though she did as well. Like I said, I had other hopes in mind, which she soon clarified as she then took a seat in front of me. “Will it help if I masturbate in front of you while you do so for me?” She then asked. I realized then, she had been very serious, nothing else was even remotely hinted at or suggested, making it very clear to me once again, that it was all about seeing me cum. That, and nothing more.
Obviously I told her it would indeed help of course. I mean hell, if nothing else, I’d at least get to see her doing that. After all, we’d just met…and maybe this was just her way of getting to know me better before venturing on into anything else. Though I was still a little nervous and hesitant at first, until she settled back in her own chair, hakkari escort and began touching and toying with herself right there in front of me. After that, it got pretty easy for me from there.
“So, do you usually come a lot? Big squirter? Or dribbler?” she asked, though at least her tone of voice had taken on a rather lusty edge to it.
“Depends I guess,” I said almost matter of factly. “On how horny I am.”
She smiled at that. “Well I hope then you’re nice and horny, because I’d really enjoy seeing that nice hard cock of yours squirt…a lot,” she informed me. “So…whatever I can do to help with that…just let me know.”
“Well, watching you doing that is helping a lot towards that,” I assured her. “But honestly?”
“Yeah?” She replied inquisitively, almost eager to hear.
“Having someone else get me off, I mean…besides myself, seems to always trigger a much, much bigger load.”
“I’ve noticed that…about most men,” she agreed. “So…would you like me to jerk you off instead of yourself then?”
“If you wouldn’t mind…” I smiled back, grinning then as she stood up, crossing the room and now sitting beside me, her small delicate hand wrapping itself around my fairly meaty cock.
“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like the best,” she assured me. “Tell me what you want me to do, and how to do it, so that it feels the very best, and more importantly, so that it makes you come the hardest and biggest for me that you can.”
I actually enjoyed telling her what I liked and wanted her to do, which she then did. Though I also told her of course, it would also help a lot if she let me touch her a little too.
“Ok, I don’t really have a problem with you doing that, just so long as you know, I have no intention of having sexual intercourse, or oral sex with you…just now anyway. So mutual touching is fine…for now, if you’re ok with that.”
Needless to say…I was.
Five weeks went by. And though you couldn’t actually say we were dating or anything, especially since the only time I saw her was the night of our erotic arts class, it inevitably ended up with the two of us going back to her place. Where we continued our somewhat reserved routine of playing with one another until we had both orgasmed. It was our sixth session, and one in which had gotten a bit more elaborate, and erotic…though we’d been well-warned beforehand the previous week. Cindy had brought in another model, one who was equally open-minded, and certainly up for the challenge of more provocative and stimulating poses. One of which was having her kneeling over me, her mouth just millimeters away from my hard stiff cock. Twice, she had actually licked it, teasingly, once glancing over towards Jessie as she sat only a few feet away, busily sketching, catching the quick fleeting lick of my cock, and smiling at me upon seeing it!
I had returned the favor somewhat, likewise posing in a hard to hold “69” position, not quite really doing anything, but so damn fucking close to doing it that I was literally leaking like a sieve, and so was she. I had almost absentmindedly snatched up a bit of the woman’s sweetness with my tongue as she hovered above me, a thin streamer of her glistening female drool suddenly forming. I watched it in abject fascination as it extended, lengthened…only millimeters away from my mouth. Seeing it, Jessie came scrambling over, sitting inches away from us herself now, and began sketching that as furiously as she ever had before the string of girl cum finally parted actually dripping down into my waiting open mouth.
“Alright class, that will be enough for tonight,” Cindy stated only moments later, though she too had seemingly stood there mesmerized, watching this erotic unplanned for spectacle. She had walked over at that point, looking over Jessie’s shoulder at what she had drawn. “Now that…is as erotic as it cums…pun intended,” she added to that, blushing and giggling somewhat embarrassedly, yet obviously aroused.
As everyone began to leave, including my nude model companion, Jessie cornered Cindy briefly, asking if she could have a moment of privacy with her after everyone had left. Curious, I prepared to leave myself too however, waiting outside for her, though she quickly motioned towards me, letting me know as she did that whatever it was she wanted to talk to Cindy about, included me as well. Remaining as I was, though putting my robe on, I sat nearby in a chair as Cindy quickly ushered out the remaining students, returning back over to where we sat waiting for her.
“You wanted to see me about something?” She asked.
“Actually, I have a bit of a favor to ask, and was wondering if you’d agree to do something for me…for us,” she now added looking towards me, though I of course had no idea what it was she was talking about.
Cindy looked at me, her face still a bit flushed, and then back to Jessie again. “Perhaps, what is it?” She then asked, though I heard a nervous catch to her tone of voice upon saying that.
“This!” escort hakan Jessie said holding up the last sketch she’d just actually finished. It was stark in contrast, the details almost photogenic in nature. How she had captured it the way that she had was simply amazing. That cum-drool drip, parting even as she finished drawing it, the shape of my mouth and lips preparing to receive it, the subtle folds, intimate in every detail of the young woman’s gaping pussy hovering just above me. “This…is the moment before the moment,” she said speaking excitedly, even more so than normal for her when she was usually in the “zone” as I called it. “What I want now…is the exact moment of ecstasy!”
Cindy looked at her, eyebrows arched in question. “I’m not sure I fully understand what it is you’re asking of me,” she stated.
“What I am asking, is for the two of you to give me that moment of ecstasy. Yours…and his,” she spat, even more excited now. “I want to capture that penultimate moment in time!”
“I’m not even sure that’s actually possible…” Cindy stammered once again looking towards me. I was only then starting to get a sense of what Jessie was asking here, curiously aroused, yet humbly silent on the matter, wondering in fact if I was about to experience something incredibly magnificent here, knowing Jessie.
“I’m asking…because I feel like you of all people know what I’m going for here,” Jessie began once more, this time speaking in less animated tones, softer in speech, questioning, not quite pleading with our instructor. “No one ever need know,” she then offered as reassurance, hopefully. “But like I said, you Cindy, of all people know what I’m capable of doing here, what I can do…but only with your help.”
Cindy thought about it for a moment, suddenly checking her watch. “Ok, I can give you an hour, but no more than that. Will that be…sufficient?”
Jessie’s eyes smiled in delightful surprise that Cindy had actually agreed to this, though the specific details even then hadn’t as yet been fully discussed. “More than,” Jessie said.
“So…what is it you want me…want us,” Cindy said looking towards me once again, “to do?”
“What I want…is for the two of you, to pleasure one another to the fullest degree, no holding back. I want to capture each and every moment leading up to that. And then…though I’ll need you to prepare and forewarn me, I’ll want you to tell me when it is that you’re both actually going to climax. Yours…and his. I will only have moments I know. But I know that I can capture that instant in my mind, and then draw it. So…will the two of you do that for me? Please?”
“No holding back then right?” Cindy asked already beginning to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. You want to capture it all…from the beginning, to the end.”
“Yes,” Jessie said already laying out several pads, pencils and charcoals in preparation for that. “And don’t either of you worry about me, or where I am, or what I’m doing. I’ll most likely be walking around you both while you’re doing this anyway. All I ask…is that you both honestly do your level best to truly pleasure the other person. Will you both do that for me? Please?”
“You really want me to do this?” I finally spoke, needing to know that if I did this, I was indeed doing it for her, and not so much for myself, though admittedly, as Cindy finally stood before me now, entirely naked, I was quite happy to accommodate her request to the best of my abilities.
“Yes, even to the point of fucking one another, if you want to. But only as long as you don’t actually come inside her. I need to see that. I need to witness it the very moment it begins to happen, for either one of you,” she further instructed us. “Beyond that…just enjoy yourselves as though I wasn’t even here.”
Obviously, this went well beyond anything I had done so far in class, much of which, up until now anyway, had been damn borderline. But now, Jessie was asking for far more “explicit” material to work with, and with our very own instructor no less!
“No faces right?” Cindy asked one last time, as she crawled up onto the cushioned pedestal I’d been posing on all night.
“Nothing recognizable, no,” Jessie assured her. “I’m not really a portrait artist anyway, and that’s not what I’m shooting for here. What I want to capture, is the purest form of sensuality and erotica imaginable.”
“Well in that case…come here Danny. Teacher needs to suck that magnificent cock of yours!”
Although it didn’t seem possible at first, I somehow managed to lose myself in the moment, forgetting all about Jessie as she silently slithered about and around us. Only the occasional scratches of pencil on paper alerted us to her presence. Before long, Cindy and I were about as involved as two lovers could be, pleasuring and teasing one another towards the pinnacle of climatic bliss. Only when I actually entered her, finally fucking her, did I look up glancing about for Jessie, though she had then moved further into the shadows. I could see her form, her own nude form as she stood there watching us, one hand actually down between her legs, but I could not see her face. I returned to Cindy, fucking her deeply, thrusting harder and harder into her as she soon locked her legs around my ass, meeting my thrusts, crying out deliriously now.
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