The day after the night before... my head was still spinning from the events of the previous evening. Once more I gazed at the clock waiting for it to finally reach 4:15 so that I could go back to Anna's studio. She was obviously delighted when she saw me at her front door.
"Oh Martin! I'm so glad you came, I had feared that last night's shenanigans would've scared you off!" she said as she ushered me inside.
"Not a chance" I replied, "I've been clock-watching all afternoon because I just couldn't wait to get here!"
"You really did enjoy it didn't you" said Anna.
"That's putting it lightly! Last night I had the most powerful, most intense and most explosive orgasm I've ever experienced!" I said.
"The rest of the ladies have a tough task on their hands to surpass Melanie's skills then!" chuckled Anna.
"You could say that!" I replied.
We went out the back door, across the garden and into the studio once more. The fibreglass rock had gone, into the storeroom, and in its place was the couch with the red velvet drape.
"I had a bit of an idea this morning about how to make this series of paintings a little more intriguing, if you're up for it of course" said Anna as she closed the door behind us.
"Oh yeah, what's that then?" I asked.
"Well, in times gone by artists would often mix their paints with things like egg yolks and olive oil to give their paintings a distinctive sheen and I was wondering if you would be able to give me something to mix in with the paints I'll be using for this picture" Anna explained.
"What, do you want me to go down to the shop to get some olive oil?" I said not quite catching her meaning.
"No, I could've done that myself earlier!" chuckled Anna, "What I want is something only you can give me".
"Such as??" I asked.
"Your semen, silly!" she replied.
"My semen??"
"Yes, that way you can be in the picture in more than just a depiction of your body -- you can literally be a part of the painting!" Anna said enthusiastically. It certainly sounded like an attractive proposition.
"Ok then" I said, "no problem, you can have as much as you like -- or should I say, as much as I can make".
"Oh thank you, thank you!" Anna said as she hugged me.
"But there's just one thing though" I said.
"What's that?" asked Anna.
"If you want it you have to come and get it for yourself" I said with a wink.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" Anna said with a smirk, "Take your clothes off and let's get started!!"
And so, once again I undressed. As I took off my clothes, Anna went into the storeroom to find something for me to ejaculate into -- a small pot would have sufficed but she could not find anything suitable in the confines of the storeroom or the studio as a whole for that matter.
"Damn and blast!!" exclaimed Anna in exasperation after several minutes of fruitless searching.
"Oh well, I guess it'll have to wait until next time" I said as I stood in front of her completely naked.
"Unless of course..." Anna speculated.
"Unless what?" I asked.
"Just wait there, I'll be right back" said Anna and she disappeared across the garden and into the house.
Several minutes passed before she returned. When she came back to the studio she didn't seem to have anything in her hands which indicated that she still hadn't found a suitable receptacle for my semen.
"No joy?" I asked.
"I've found just the thing -- I always keep a couple in my handbag because... well, you never know when you'll need one" Anna said.
"One what?" I asked.
"One of these of course!" Anna answered and held out the object in her hand -- it was a condom.
"Whoa there!" I said, "I don't mind you giving me a handjob but I don't think I'm ready to have sex with you -- not yet anyway".
"Relax" said Anna, "I'm not ready for that either, I'll only be using it for collection purposes only".
"Well, that's ok then" I said, somewhat relieved. Truth be told, I had no problem in principle with having sex with her -- she may have been more than twenty years my senior and may not have been the most desirable looking specimen of womanhood under her loose fitting bohemian style clothing, but she was a woman nonetheless and it had been so long since I had last had sex that I would've done it with just about anyone. But I didn't want our relationship to progress to that stage until I was certain that there was a genuine chemistry between us. And besides, I rather enjoyed the CFNM nature of our relationship and I was happy to keep it that way -- at least for the time being.
Anna tore open the packet which contained the condom.
"Well then, I suppose we'd better get that thing nice and stiff!" Anna said, obviously referring to my penis. We sat down together on the edge of the posing stage, I spread my legs apart a little and Anna set to work. She softly stroked my penis and coaxed it into life, the gentle stimulation causing me to become engorged rapidly. As soon as she was satisfied that I was fully erect, Anna wasted no time in retracting my foreskin, a little too forcefully causing me to wince somewhat. She placed the condom over the tip of my exposed glans and then rolled the thin latex sheath over the rest of my penis, enveloping it in its entirety.
Now that I was ready, Anna set to work. She started to rapidly stroke my penis, it became clear to me at that moment that this handjob would not be for my pleasure. It was merely a means to an end, Anna wanted my semen to mix with her paints and the sooner she got it, the sooner she could start painting. I didn't mind so much that my pleasure was of the least concern to her, in fact to my surprise I discovered that I rather enjoyed being emasculated in this fashion -- to be less of a man and more as a source of a vital commodity.
Dwelling on that thought was enough to send me to the point of no return, Anna must've been tiring from the effort of masturbating me so quickly and vigorously as her stroking slowed down substantially. But she had just done enough and I felt the all too familiar tingle course through my veins as my body prepared itself for my imminent ejaculation. Mere seconds later I ejaculated into the condom filling it with as much semen as I could muster.
"Good boy, good boy!" said Anna, again addressing me as if I were an obedient dog. I didn't mind it at all, in fact I found it rather endearing.
Once the last of my climax had subsided, Anna carefully removed the condom from my gradually softening penis and inspected its precious contents.
"Mmmm... should be plenty for today's session" she said. She took a small plastic syringe from her work table and used it to suck up as much semen as possible from the condom, once she was satisfied that there was enough in the syringe she placed it back on her table and then discarded the condom in a small waste bin in the corner of the room. She then took some tissues and gently cleaned the last remnants of semen from my penis.
Now that she had what she wanted we wasted no time and once more I adopted my now familiar pose. As Anna set to work I had to smile as every few minutes she would squeeze a little more of my semen from the syringe into her paints as she worked. Strangely, the rest of the evening's session flew by and before I knew it we were finishing up. Once again I allowed Anna to observe me as I relieved my bladder and also let her watch me as I showered.
By the time I left for home I was more certain than ever that this was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, I was experiencing a world of sexual bliss in a way that I never thought was possible and I was loving every second of it.
The next few sessions -- both with Anna by herself and with the ladies painting group -- followed pretty much the same routine. Anna would give me a purposeful handjob before the solo sessions and, following the 'Androlos' sessions, each member of the group took turns in 'rewarding' me for giving up my time free of charge.