Masturbation plus fantasy plus exhibitionism. Plenty of cum, of course. (Comments and votes are always welcome.)
I'd seen her hanging around the gallery where a few of my paintings were being displayed, so it didn't surprise me when she turned up at my studio, suggesting that I might like to paint her. I told her that I was getting some of my work ready for an upcoming show, and that I wouldn't have time to do anything new for a few days. A hint of a smile passed across her face. "You don't want to paint me? In the nude, of course. My name is Jenny."
I told her that in a day or two, we might be able to work something out. She was, after all, attractive. VERY attractive. Black hair, clear skin with a few freckles across her nose, very symmetrical facial features, large breasts, full hips. Just my type. And not just for artwork. I thought to myself, "I'd like to paint you with my..." and then I stopped. I'm supposed to be a professional, keeping my personal life and artistic life scrupulously separate. On the other hand, she'd shown up uninvited at my place. So maybe professional standards weren't an issue, now.
She was wearing a dark blue-black satiny blouse, and tight jeans. They clung to her body, emphasizing her lovely shape. She walked over to my work area, looked over the assortment of paint tubes laying on a stand near an easel. She picked up a brand-new tube of titanium white acrylic paint. About 6 inches long. She held it up in front of her face for a few moments, and shot me a sly look. Then she parted her lips, and slid the tube into her mouth. And out. In and out. She was fellating a tube of paint, and watching my reaction! It was having the effect she'd clearly been hoping for. My eyes were locked onto hers, and my cock was swelling in my pants. I made no effort to hide it. I'm not that shy, and I was glad to give her what she wanted. She slipped the tube out of her mouth, and unscrewed the cap, flipping it over and popping the seal. She began running her fingers along the length of the tube, stroking it back and forth, gently compressing it until a small droplet of white appeared at the tip. I was shocked by this brazen seduction. And very turned on.
"You like this, don't you?" she taunted. "Well, I like it too." I found myself rubbing my still imprisoned and rapidly growing cock. She squeezed the tube a little more firmly, and a rivulet of white dripped out of the tube, and onto her blouse; she daubed more of it along the contours of her breasts. I could see her nipples hardening as she did so. This was getting me really hot. She set the paint tube back down and slunk over to me. She put her hand on the bulge in my pants. "Do you want me to unzip you? And take out...your...cock?"
"Yeah. I do want that," I rasped.
And so she did. She unbuckled my belt; then the zipper came down. My cock was straining against my briefs. She ran her hand over the bulge for a few seconds, making me absolutely frantic. Then she pulled the briefs away and down, and my erection sprang up. She admired it for a moment. She said, "I love looking at it. I want to watch it throb and pulsate with your heartbeat. I want to see it drip. l want to watch your semen spurt out of it. But there's something I'd like you to do for me, first." That aroused my suspicions—and curiosity. Was she playing me? I really didn't think so. My concerns were put to rest when she said to me, "I want you naked. More naked than the nudes you paint. Masturbate for me. Make yourself so hard and hot that when you explode, you do it with complete abandon; total release when you cum. While you're pleasuring yourself, I want you to look at me, and tell me all the things you want to do to me...and what you want me to do to you. Everything you describe today, I will make sure takes place tomorrow. Leave nothing out, and it will all happen."
I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. "You're serious?" I asked.
