It was unlike her uncle's studio which had three large room, covered floor to ceiling in paintings. In Jacob's "studio" there was only a handful. But he had talent. He showed her his favorites and then invited her to sit on the couch. She was wearing a very low cut tank top, a bra that was too small, and a skirt. Jacob caught a glimpse of lace panties when she bent down to pick up her purse.
They had agreed she would not pose nude. Jacob got her some grape juice in a wine glass, she held it to her lips. Then Jacob got to work. He mastered her face, hair and neck. Her breasts were practically falling out of her shirt. He saw one of her nipples and it wasn't like any other modeling session he had done before. He actually felt hard. He ran over to Melissa.
"Here" he voice was husky "Let me fix this" He tucked her breast back in its place, caressing her nipple. She let out a soft whimper. He reluctantly let go of her breast.
"Can you spread your legs a little farther apart?" he asked not for the good of the painting. Oh no. He knew that when he got back to his easel he would have the perfect view of the crotch of her panties. He was expecting the tantalizing fabric, but not the large wet spot on the crotch. Christ. His hands began to shake. He met her eyes. They mirrored his own. He dropped his brush on the paint stained floor on his way to the couch.
"There's no canvas. Please take off your clothes," he whispered. The two began tearing at each other's clothing. He saw her breasts were even bigger than he imagined. And her pussy was even wetter.
"Like being on display for me?" He felt his dominant self overtaking all reason. He pinned her to the couch.
"Jacob-" he put her hands to her throat, very gently but firm enough so that she knew he meant business "You mean sir," he corrected.
He knew she was a sub. And sure enough she moaned out, "Yes sir"
A good sub deserved a reward. He got right down to business, yanking off the sopping strip of panties and replacing it with his mouth. He played with clit, teased her folds, intoxicated by her smell. It had been a sweaty day and there was a faint whiff of sweat between her thighs. It only made it hotter, more natural. He was in heaven. He could have licked her pussy all day but she was coming close. He paused to fumble with the condom.
"Turn over," He fucked her doggystyle using her breasts as handles as he slammed his 8 inch cock into her. Ordinarily he would make his sub give him head but this was an emergency. This could not wait. He could not wait. So he didn't. He came right in her tight pussy, tighter than his cock sleeve. A virgin's pussy his friend would call it (though she assured him she wasn't). Finally he rolled off her. The studio was ten degrees hotter and their bodies were slick with sweat.
"Come on beautiful," he said at long last kissing those lips "We have a painting to finish."
