I Pose Nude for My Ex's Dad

It happened the summer after I had just broken up with Bobby Durnham, my first ever boyfriend. It wasn't anyone's fault of course, just little things here and there that added up until we finally had to call it quits. He was a really nice guy, sweet to me, gentle and loving during sex. Maybe that was the problem.

One night, after drinking a bit too much in my sad apartment, I decided to apply to an intriguing ad someone had posted on an online forum dedicated to exhibitionism. Yeah, after the breakup, I was spending a lot of time on questionable websites.

This particular one was brief- they were looking for a young woman to pose for some nude sketches. An email was attached below and the pay was ridiculously good, so I, in my tipsy state, decided to go for it. I emailed back and 'John' gave me the address and time I could meet him.

The next morning, I realised how risky this scheme was, but God, there was something about it the danger in it that was really turning me on. I felt alive for the first time, so after sending my location to a few friends and giving them instructions to call me in an hour, I set out to the apartment.

It was a fancy upscale building and I felt a little out of place. It also seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I rang the doorbell before I could lose my nerve. The door opened and I gasped when I saw that it was Mr Durnham, Bobby's father!

He was tall, broad and intimidating, with dark brown curling hair, and a trimmed beard that was starting to show a hint of grey. His eyes were dark brown and stern and intense, and right now, I was the sole recipient of their laser focus.

"Lila?" he said. "I'm afraid Bobby doesn't live here, he stays with my ex-wife in California for the rest of the year."

"Oh-I, um, actually we broke up some time back," I stammered. "I'm sorry, this was a mistake-"

Mr Durnham continued to stare at me intensely. "Ah. You responded to my ad?"

I could feel my face flushing. God, what terrible luck, of all the people in the world, did it have to be my ex-boyfriend's father? And why was this starting to turn me on?

"Come in, then," he said and opened the door further. I gaped at him for a moment, and then went inside, as if pulled by an invisible string.

"I have some rules for this, of course," he continued, his face impassive. I drank in the sight of his apartment, all sleek lines and wood and luxury. A canvass stood in the center of the living room and a mat was placed some distance away from it.

"First, complete confidentiality, on my side and yours," he looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Alright?"

"Um, yes Mr Durnham," I whispered.

"Call me Richard," he said. "Second, when the session starts, you must follow my every command to the letter." He pursed his lips. "I don't like to repeat myself. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr Durnham." He continued to look at me, his dark eyes glinting as he crossed his arms. "Yes, Richard," I whispered, feeling myself flush again. My nipples were tingling behind the thin shirt I had worn.

Richard walked to his canvass, and rolled his sleeves up, exposing his muscled forearms, dusted with thick hair. "Very well, we will begin. This session will last half an hour since it's our first time. Stand on the mat now, Lila."

I removed my shoes and walked upto the mat. There was a voice in my head distantly screaming to get out of here, but it was drowned by the roaring in my ears.

Richard continued to look at me, his gaze lingering on my now-hardened nipples. "Remove your clothes. All of them."

Well, it wasn't as if I hadn't expected this, but the order still hit me by surprise. I started pulling off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants with trembling fingers. I could feel goosebumps appearing on my bare arms. Next, I unhooked my lace bra. My breasts felt heavy and engorged, and my nipples hardened even further. As I began to remove my panties, which were wet now, I could see Richard eye them with an almost feral look in his eyes. He shifted slightly behind the canvass, but not before I caught sight of his erection, which almost made me moan out loud.

"Very good," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Now, I want you to lean and I want you to clasp your hands together and lift them high above your head."

What kind of freaky position was this? Nevertheless, I complied, feeling my breasts lift slightly. My arms shook a bit and I hoped I wouldn't have to maintain this position for too long.

"Very good, Lila," he said, his low voice making my pussy tingle. "Don't move or speak till I tell you to."

He then picked up a pencil and started sketching. I looked at him in shock. How long was I supposed to stay like this? And it was so cold in the apartment. My nipples began feeling sore and overstimulated from the cold air hitting them. What if I just rubbed them a little, I thought to myself, when Richard wasn't looking? That would probably make it worse, what I really wanted was some kind of cream to moisturise them and soothe the skin.

The minutes ticked by and I felt my arms wobble with the strain. Richard would look at me, like a starving man presented with a fine mean and then go back to sketching. His intense looks and lingering glances were turning me on to the extent that I could feel my pussy dripping, the liquid running down my thighs. A drop splashed onto the mat, to my horror. My nipples were now painfully hard and as a gush of cold air hit them, I invountarily moved my arms to touch them--

-- and froze. Richard had stepped away from the canvass and was now by my side, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Weren't my instructions simple, Lila?" he asked in a silky voice.

"They we-were, I'm so sorry-" I could feel myself tearing up.

He shook his head. "How disappointing. I hoped we could finish this without any unpleasentness, but I see that you need to be disciplined."

"D-disciplined? What?"

"Yes Lila," he said. He was completely hard now, his large dick straining against his formal slacks. "Disciplined. Tell me, why did you move your hands?"

I looked down, shamefaced. "It was really cold, I just wanted the pain to stop-" Suddenly his large fingers were on my nipples as he twisted one. I gasped.

"What pain?" he continued, squeezing the other one, and then moving his hand to my wet thighs and dragging his fingers in the wetness there. "My, aren't you a slut? No wonder Bobby and you didn't work out, hmm?" His wet hands then began rubbing my fluids into my hard nipples, making me cry and moan loudly. "You needed to be treated like a dirty little slut, is that right?"

"Ahh- noo," I cried. He twisted my nipples, the pain and pleasure shooting straight to my cunt. I felt his lips on mine as he suddenly kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. He retreated and bit my lower lip hard, making me cry out again.

"Wrong answer," he continued pleasantly, now removing his fingers from my nipples and moving to massage my breasts. "How do you need to be treated?"

"Like a- like a slut!" I gasped. Richard hummed appreciatively and knelt down infront of me, still squeezing and massaging my heavy, overstimulated breasts.

"I always loved your tits," he muttered to himself. "Fucking huge and soft, but I didn't know you'd have these large beautiful nipples." He moved his hands and I whimpered from the sudden loss of warmth. He started undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off him. His slacks and boxers went next.

"Well Lila," he growled as he saw my eyes widen at his large dick. It looked almost nine inches and was thick, the head of it large and flushed with precome already dribbling out. "As you have no doubt guessed, your punishment will be a good hard fuck, which is what I think you deserve. You don't even need to be prepared, you're already sopping wet"

He pushed me down to the floor and spread my legs, fucking me mercilessly with two fingers to demonstrate his point. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. "Please," I whimpered, not knowing if I was begging him to stop or continue. "Please, not so rough--"

He removed his fingers and shoved them in my mouth. "Shh darling, I know what you need. Be a good girl and spread those legs-- yeah just like that---"

I screamed around his fingers as he shoved his cock inside me. His other had moved to squeeze one of my nipples and he started moving in me, slamming his cock into me relentlessly.

It was too much, I had never been fucked this way before. It was ruthless, but my body was responding to it, my pussy tightening around his cock, moans falling from my lips as saliva dribbled around his thick fingers in my mouth. He looked at me with a wild light in his eyes, his broad chest glinting with sweat, the hair plastered onto it. He gave a final squeeze to my nipple and I came with a loud cry and then lay exhausted on the mat.

Richard growled and began pounding into me faster and harder till his hips stuttered and I felt the gush of his cum in my cunt. "Wait," I said helplessly, trying to push him off, but he grabbed my hands and continued to pump his cum into me.

"You're going to take every drop I give you, sweetheart," he said fiercely. "And don't pretend you don't love it, I can feel your slutty cunt sucking it all in."

I moaned helplessly, but he was right. I had never been as turned on or orgasmed as hard as I had today in my entire life.

Richard finally pulled out. He helped to my feet and gently began putting my clothes on me.

"No shower, you can go home with my come leaking out of your pussy," he murmured. I shivered.

He led me to the door and handed me the cash- one full hour's pay. "You know how to contact me for the next time," he said. " And I know there will be a next time."

I hurried out of his apartment without giving him an answer, but who was I kidding? I would be back.