The Artist and the Client, Chapter 4

It had been a few days since I posed for Bernie and I was looking forward to the next session. He aroused me so much in the first session, it seemed I was still hard days later. Every time I thought of it, I was erect and exhibited signs of werness. I had masturbated every day, many times reliving those moments, It was if my young cock was always hard, and the memories of that day simply were emblazoned into every part of me. I hoped he was going to call me for another session. I decided to stop over and see when he needed me again. In the back of my mind it wasn’t the posing and painting I was hungry to continue with, it was seeing Bernie’s cock and feeling his incredible hands touching me, his lips taking my own cock in his mouth and the pleasure he had given me.

I walked the short distance to his home, and went directly to the studio out back. It was dark and locked, my excitement and arousal dissolved as I turned to leave. “G…….G……Bernie’s not here……he won’t be back for a few hours…..can I help you with something?” I heard Helen his wife yell from her kitchen window. She was waving me to come to her as she said, “I just made some fresh lemonade, would you like some?” I really didn’t, but I liked Helen as I waved and said, “Okay, maybe a quick sip.”

It was extremely hot out again, the sweat was dripping down my naked chest, and my short little denim shorts showed wet spots from the heat , and maybe from my arousal. I was concerned about how little I was wearing, but Helen had seen me in my Speedo’s, so I let go of my concern. When I got to the kitchen door, She said to just come in and wait, she was in the basement doing laundry. In a minute or two I heard her climbing the stairs. When she reached the top and peeked around into the kitchen, I heard her quietly inhale and then say, “You look like you’re ready to pose for Bernie.” I blushed and said, “I stopped by the studio, but like you said, he wasn’t there.” I paused, thinking she knows I pose for him, I wonder if she knows I pose nude, and maybe what we did. “He’ll be back later…..but we can have a nice lemonade and talk”, she said with a smirk on her face. I was quiet, I was feeling a little uneasy. “So….G…..you like posing?……you’re not shy at all?……I mean….” Then she raised her eye brows looking at me. “Nah…..I’m just laying on the couch….it’s not a hard thing.” In a moment I realized what I said and I felt another blush wash over me. “Well……from what Bernie has painted so far…..it sure looks like a hard thing,” she said, again raising her eye brows and then gazing at me. Was she testing me? I didn’t know. Helen pours me another glass of .lemonade, “You sure are thirsty G….I got a lot more from where that came from.” You saw the painting Helen?” I ask. She nods. I blush again.

She busies herself washing dishes and putting things away from the mornings breakfast. I realize she’s an attractive woman. She appears not to be wearing a bra and her breasts don’t seen to be saggy. I begin to feel a twinge of arousal. She looks over at me and smiles, biting her bottom lip as if she wanted to say something, but refrained. “What?” I ask. She just shakes her head and goes on working at cleaning the kitchen. “Oh Shit!. I forgot to put something in the wash….Damn!” she mutters, then looks at me and asks, “Do ya know how to open my washer and slip something in without letting the water in those front loaders spill all over the floor…..your mom’s got the same machine….right? I nod, “Yeah….I do it all the time.” “Mmmmmm……awesome G……..would be so kind to put this in it? I watch Helen reach under her sundress and pull her panties down. They are laying around her ankles when she looks up at me and saying, “Not bad hugh G…..you didn’t even get a tiny peek did you,” as he picks up her panties and tosses them to me. I’m dumb founded. Helen just tossed me her panties. I was frozen in place. “Go….Go….before it begins its spin cycle….Go!”

I walk to the stairs feeling so surreal, did this really just happen. Then I notice they’re damp and sweaty. I rush to the laundry room and stare at them. I was in a zone. I look at them closely. They were wet in the crotch area and up the back. I was so aroused, my cock was throbbing. I turn them inside out and gaze at the gusset. They were so wet, and there are a few loose black hairs stuck to the cotton. I brought it to my nose and inhaled…..Her scent was intoxicating….sweaty. pungent. arousing. Helen was aroused, I could smell her. I reached down and squeezed my cock. I inhaled again and again, in a feverish desire to take all of her smell in, not to waste a bit. “You like the way I smell G?” I heard Helen almost in a whisper, then back to biting her bottom lip. I’m again frozen in place, no words could change what I’ve done and what she’s seen. Staring at each other, my cock throbbing, and Helen as she slowly pulls her sundress up with one hand. It was almost torture as her dress inched up, inch by inch….until her hairy mound came to view. “It’s yours G…..if you want it.” She said as she leaned against the door way.

Namio Harukawa…..A gallery of favorites

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I have always loved these drawings by Namio Harukawa, in spite of the fact that I’m not a submissive male. Being a Dominant male I still appreciate the power of a submission and that of a submissive male, in a Femdom relationship. Of course I do love licking and sucking a chubby girl pussy…..and all or most of his work centers around that.

You can learn more about NamioHarukawa here.

“Namio Harukawa (春川 ナミオ) Harukawa Namio, born in 1947, in Osaka Prefecture, Japan) is a Japanese artist known for his realistic femdom erotica drawings. He created around one thousand unique drawings.[1] Harukawa’s artwork features voluptuous women with large breasts, wide hips, round buttocks and thick legs overpowering and humiliating smaller men. The women in Harukawa’s drawings are typically Asian or European in appearance. Harukawa’s women usually have an aloof look on their faces and often are doing everyday activities such as smoking or drinking a cup of tea.”

My Day of Arousal

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My day began like any other day. I got up and went to work. I work form home, so I have a bit of freedom. I checked in on my work computer, did a few things and then went to my desk top computer to check my blog. The was nothing new there, so I checked emails and found a number of replies from some comments I had made on another blog. I love this particular blog as it is so honest and real, filled with emotion and genuine feelings.

A young girl is the blogger, and I am taken by her candid writings and thoughts. I’m compelled to respond and contribute to her blog, as I feel it should be read and kept alive. I also love the passion in her that is boiling just out of reach. I sense a very passionate girl, an extremely horny girl who is trying not to be naughty, and me a naughty daddy, who would love to see her close her eyes, as she leaps into a bit of  darkness.

One of the postings was about how aroused she was. I responded and she plied back. The topic of masturbation became part of the exchange. I could feel my cock swelling as I typed. My cock laid between thighs and as my two hands typed, my thighs squeezed my cock. I was becoming very aroused. I was very hard and felt myself falling into that place where I felt very comfortable.

I began thinking about her masturbating, what she might look like. Would she be naked? Would she be so excited and hungry that she would fall dressed into a chair and throw her legs up over the arms? I liked that scenario. I was dreaming in my own sexual daze that I was sitting across from her, and I was privilege to my own moment watching her as she first pulled her flora printed dress up over her thighs, exposing her lovely wet panties. The wet spot was dark against the rest of the fabric. My mouth watered as I watched. As she ran her fingers over her mound, then pressing into pussy, I could smell her scent fill the room. She whimpered quietly, almost in a whisper.

My cock was engorged and uncomfortable in my jeans, as I undid  the button. I slowly unzipped my pants. I saw her peeking at me as my cock came into view. I heard another whimper as her fingers pressed harder against her clit. Not a word was spoken. Slowly as she watched me, her fingers slipped under the leg opening and her fingers dug deeper. As she leaned back I heard her moan. I had begun stroking my cock; it was beginning to ooze my pre cum. I waited until she glanced at me, and then dipped my finger into my oozing cum and licked it off.  Smiling, she pulled her own hand out of her panties and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. Her tongue lashed out as she then sucked them all the in, her eyes were a glaze as she laid her head back and mummered, “Mmmmmmmm”……..

We stayed in that place, for what seemed like minutes, but with in a few seconds she had her panties off, and had tossed them to me. Landing on my lap, I stared at them. Her scent was intoxicating as I quickly snatched them up, bring the wet gusset to my face. I inhaled. My head was filled with her scent and my cockhead was deep purple, the skin tight and shiny, as I stroked myself with an unbridled passion.

When I came back to my senses, I lowered the heavily scented garment from my face and saw her feverishly rubbing her clitty, digging her fingers into her wet hole. As her hands moved I was treated with small peeks of rosebud. I was taken by it’s beauty, and again I felt my mouth water and cock throb. I had lowered my jeans to around my ankles, and spread them wide so she could see all of me. As I stroked my cock my balls were slapping against my bottom, I only wished my cock was buried in one of her holes, and my balls were slapping against her ass, as I filled her.

Being more Dom, I blush in telling you, I would have crawled across the floor to lick her, to pleasure her. To nuzzle into her completely and taste all of her. I would have relished in her scent and licked her to one orgasm after another, as she directed my tongue to her place of need. As I have said many times before, we all have our vulnerabilities and this one was rubbing against mine. A sexy young lady completely exposed, her pussy open and red from arousal, dripping wet, would make even a unicorn aroused.

As I sat in my office chair and wiped the cum from the end of my cock…..I shivered thinking of how erotic that fantasy became…….Thank you little girl……*sigh*