I’d been modeling at the school and during one of my breaks an older student, probably nearing 30 approached me and asked if I would model for her and her friends that Friday evening. I said sure, so she gave me the address and the time to be there. She said she’d like me to model nude for 3 or so hours and she’d pay me my normal rate, plus travel, and tips. She also indicated that there would be food and drink and that it was a celebration for one of her friends. I didn’t ask what kind of celebration, but said I’d be there at or before the requested time.
I knew the area of town in which the address was located; it was one of the nicest parts of town, consisting of multi-million dollar houses that have incredible views of the ski area and the old mining town. I arrived at the appointed place, a few minutes early and knocked on the door. My hostess, Sandra, opened the door and smiled hugely at me. I entered and she offered me a drink, and having poured me a large, very good whiskey, she lead me back to the master suite and said I could change there. She lingered as I began to undress, and when I dropped my Wranglers and stood sky clad in front of her sipping my whiskey, she smiled, then turned and walked out of the room, saying “We’ll be out here waiting.”
I donned my robe, grabbed my day pack, holding my water bottle, lotion, watch/timer, and the other things I take to both photo shoots and art modeling jobs and headed down the hall. I heard a group of women talking and some very nice music in the background. I entered the kitchen and Sandra, my host asked if I needed a refill on my drink, I said, “Sure, why not?” and let her top off my drink.
She looked at me and gave me a kind of playful frown, and said, “You’re wearing your robe, I thought you’d forgo that this evening.”
I smiled back at her and said, “Just trying to be professional, but if you’d rather I not wear it, that’s fine with me,” and slipped off the robe, folded it, and put it back in my backpack. I turned to the group of women and Sandra introduced me to the group. They all were smiling, a couple were blushing, but they all came up and shook my hand and introduced themselves to me. One very attractive and curvaceous redhead stepped up and hugged me, pressing her pelvis against mine and squeezing my butt cheeks. She licked my ear as she backed away, and whispered, “Later.” She smiled and grinned when she saw that I was nearly half erect.
Sandra giggled and said, “Karen is very forward! I’ll show you where we’ll be working,” and took my hand and led me to the living room. The room was beautiful with a gorgeous hardwood floor, covered by a bearskin rug, and a beautiful river rock fireplace. She had great lighting to give whatever light the artists wanted.
All the women took up pads, pencils or stepped behind easels and grabbed charcoal and were ready to draw.
I started out doing 30 second to two minute gesture poses and was really starting to have fun with it. The whiskey was starting to kick in a bit and I was really getting into it. I did some yoga poses, and as I warmed up got more and more daring.
A young woman, Cathy, was sitting on the floor near where I was modeling, with a small pad and pencil, and she kept saying things like, “Amazing” and “beautiful” and on one particular pose where I knelt in front of her and leaned back, my head nearly reaching the floor, she said “oh yes, that’s fucking amazing!” Then added, “you make me so hot,” in a soft whisper.
After 30 minutes of gesture poses, I took a break and went to refresh my drink. Karen came up beside me and as I sipped my whiskey, she began fondling my ass. She smiled and was making small talk that I was responding to, somewhat automatically, as my brain was occupied with the amazing sensations as she fondled closer and closer to my anus and testicles, and trying very hard not to get an erection.
Cathy walked up to me and said, “Your poses were amazing. You’re in amazing shape, so flexible, and so muscular.” She fixed herself a drink and coming back up to me, she put her hand on my chest, and stroking it she said, “I don’t know how you hold those poses. It must be very difficult.” Karen, in the mean time had continued fondling my ass and was now lightly stroking my perineum and my anus, and there was no way I could keep my erection under control any longer. As Cathy began stroking my left nipple and Karen was fondling my testicles from the rear, my cock rose and was blocked in its path to full erection by Cathy’s thigh. She smiled at me, reached down with her left hand and taking my cock in her hand, brought it up in front of her. She squeezed me, stroked me, and said, “Very nice, so hard, but so soft, and so nice and long.” By this time Karen was fondling my balls, as well as playing with my ass, and several of the other women had gathered around us. Another of the women began stroking my ass, and another ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. Shortly another woman had her hand wrapped around my cock, thumb rubbing the tip that was well lubricated by precum, and one was taking the hair ties out of my ponytail.
I was thinking I’d died and gone to heaven, when Sandra came up and stepping in, took my hand and pulled me away, saying, “Come on girls, he’s not a plaything!”
I was thinking, “why not?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect them to get so carried away, and be so forward.”
“Don’t apologize, I don’t mind, really.”
“You don’t mind that they were pawing you?” Then she looked down and saw my erection bobbing, precum oozing from the tip. “No, I guess you don’t.” She smiled at me and said, “Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I did this,” as she took me in her hand and stroked me.
“Oh my, no.” I gasped. “That feels wonderful!”
Karen came up and said to Sandra, “Hey, no fair, you can’t have him all to yourself.” And she again fondled my balls, and began stroking my ass.
“Oh my god!” I said. “I never expected to be treated this way.”
Sandra knelt in front of me and was just about to take the head of my cock into her mouth when the alarm went off.
I HATE THE ALARM!
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