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Copyright 1998 by JonathC.

Email address: agjonath@ozemail.com.au


Posing: A story in two parts
============================
The following story describes a sexual encounter between a female artist
and a male model. Part I is from the artist's points of view, Part II from
the model's. Numbered sections are used to indicate the parallels between
the two parts. Any divergence between the two is intentional, in the
interests of realism.


Part I -- From the artist's point of view
=========================================

1
My name is Dimity. I am a full-time artist. Although I have become
reasonably successful over the past few years, I haven't quite attained
'living legend' status yet! This is a story about a recent, rather
interesting day in my studio.

2
I was working on a painting with a number of figures, and I needed some
drawings to refer to. I had already hired a female model for a number of
the figures, and now I needed a male model. Now I don't regard my work as
'traditional' (whatever that means!), but I do believe in the old-fashioned
idea that drawing is important for an artist. Anyway, drawing is always
good for training the eyes and the brain. So I placed an ad in the local
paper for a male model for two hours' work.

3
On the afternoon that the paper came out, the phone rang.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hello. I'm ringing about the ad for a model."
"Yes."
"A-am I speaking to the right person?"
"Yes, that's right," I replied."
"Oh... good. Um, what do you pay?" he asked.
"Fifteen dollars an hour, for two hours, undraped."
"That's fine..." He paused as though he was waiting for me to ask him
something.
I obliged: "So, have you had modelling experience?"
"Yeah, quite a bit over the last two years. It helps pay for my dance classes."
"You study dance. What type?"
"Modern."
That fact interested me greatly. It meant that he probably already knew
something about what I was trying to achieve, about the expressive power of
the body. "When are you available?" I asked.
"Mornings are best for me."
"How about next Tuesday at nine a.m.?"
"Sounds good. Let me check......... Yep, no problem."
I thought I'd better introduce myself: "My name's Dimity."
"Oh, sorry, I'm Nathan."
I gave him my address and we finished the call.

4
Tuesday morning was warm, with a light breeze. Nathan arrived at about a
quarter to nine. He was young looking, perhaps late twenties, early
thirties, wearing jeans and a white tee-shirt and carrying a small pack. He
was tall and finely muscled, not muscle-bound. I could see him easily as a
dancer.

5
As soon as he came in, he showed interest in my drawings stuck up around
the studio walls. "These are great!" he enthused.
"Thank you," I replied, not really sure if he really meant it.
"Wow, you really understand the human body! It's like the strength of
Michelangelo combined with the fluid grace of Matisse."
This was someone who knew a bit about art. "Have you studied art?" I inquired.
"I started classes a few years ago, but I had to give them up because of
lack of money."
"That's a shame."
"Mmmm... maybe I'll be able to take it up again someday."
"I'm sorry that I could only offer you two hours today. Perhaps later, we
can see about some extra hours," I explained.
"That's OK... Well, are we ready to start?"
"Just about," I replied. I indicated a folding screen in a corner and he
disappeared behind it and re-emerged a minute later wearing a plain silk
robe.

6
I began with a series of five to ten minute drawings.
"You can decide the poses and when to change," I said. "If you're finding a
pose too much of a strain, just change."
"OK."
"A mixture of standing poses and ones using the stool please," I elaborated.
He simply nodded and removed his robe.

7
I liked what I saw! He had long, muscular legs and a tight backside. His
poses were just what I wanted: taut yet fluid, his buttocks clenching
beautifully whenever he pushed up with his legs. My breathing became faster
and I found that I couldn't stop looking at his penis and imagining it
proud and erect. (Anyone would think I'd never drawn a male model before!)
Occasionally his penis almost seemed to swell slightly, but this was
probably my imagination. Suddenly I realised that I hadn't actually been
drawing for a minute or so. I wondered if he'd noticed.

8
At 5 to 10, I gave Nathan a five minute break. He wrapped himself in his
robe, grabbed a water bottle from his bag and stepped out into the
courtyard. Meanwhile, I tried to regain my composure as I looked through
the drawings I had done so far. I don't think this worked; I was still as
excited and light-headed when he returned.

9
It was time for two half-hour poses, where I explained exactly what I
wanted  The first was sitting. Then, in the final half hour, I requested a
semi-reclining pose. I wanted Nathan's left leg to be a little further over
and a little more bent. He started to move his leg in the wrong direction,
so I instinctively reached out. As I did, my hand lightly touched the
inside of his thigh and brushed his penis. I felt a quivering thrill, like
an electric shock, go through my body. At exactly the same moment, his
penis jumped to life. Embarrassed but excited, I stepped back, cleared my
throat and said "Yes, that'll be fine, I think." I realised I was smiling,
but I don't think Nathan noticed. But then suddenly he looked up and our
eyes met. He smiled also. I felt my heart begin to pound inside my chest.
Then I noticed Nathan's penis jerk upwards again. I kept drawing and
gradually, after a minute or so, it started to go back to normal.

10
Unfortunately, 11 a.m. came all too quickly; the two hours were up. I
expressed disappointment, saying that I was "just warming up" (in both
senses of the word!).
"That's all right, We can keep going if you like and you can pay me later
for the extra time," he offered.
"No, that wouldn't be fair," I insisted. Then I had an idea: "What about an
hour's modelling for a one hour drawing lesson?"
"Yeah, that'd be great!" he enthused.
"Good. Time for another break then."
Nathan put on his robe again and slipped out to the courtyard. As he was
walking away, I realised that my knickers were wet with cunt-juice, so as
soon as Nathan was outside, I took them off. I was about to go look for
another pair, but I wasn't sure if I had any others at the studio anyway. I
quickly stuffed the wet pair into a drawer with some paintbrushes.

11
The break was soon over. Nathan returned to the studio, removed his robe
and we continued, with two twenty-five minute poses. Getting a little
bolder, I asked him to sit facing me, with his legs apart, which he did. I
tried to be professional, but found it difficult to concentrate on anything
but Nathan's cock. I wanted to draw it hard, long and erect, but by now it
was flaccid again, although not as much as when we started. So, I decided
to draw it from memory. Almost without realising it, I slowly started to
touch myself with my left hand, through the dress, and draw with my right.
Firstly I stroked my breasts then my tummy and thighs. After a minute or
so, Nathan looked up at me and I realised consciously what I had been
doing. The effect was clear: an instant and powerful hard-on.

Although this wasn't planned, I thought to myself "Why waste this
opportunity?" So, I started to draw his cock, with urgent fury. Any
self-control I may have had before was quickly slipping away. I went on
stroking myself, becoming more and more lascivious. My hand reached down to
my knee and started to glide upwards along my inner thigh. As I started to
lift my dress, the pencil dropped from my right hand onto the floor. My
hand pushed the dress higher and higher until my smooth vulva was fully
exposed. (I had been completely shaven for a few months.) I closed my eyes.
My index finger moved up and down a few times over my slippery gash, then
disappeared into my cunt. Two more fingers joined in, thrusting in and out
of my pink hole, up to the knuckles, splashing cunt-juices down my legs and
onto the floor.

12
I opened my eyes again and looked over at Nathan and saw him, penis still
shiny red, thick, long and erect, staring in amazement at me. There was no
turning back: I lifted my dress up and over my body in one swift movement
and the two of us were completely naked. As I walked towards him, his cock
jerked and twitched excitedly. Encouraged by this sign of desire, I stood
above him so that my vulva was very close to his face. I squatted slightly
and parted my cunt-lips for him. He licked his lips and moved his face
closer to me until his tongue was lapping at my cunt and clitoris. I
pressed my hips against his face, moaning in ecstasy. Then I started to
squat more, so that his tongue moved over my belly, then my breasts and
rock-hard nipples, up to my neck and finally my mouth. I could feel the tip
of his cock on my cunt-lips, so I just pushed my hips down further and felt
it plunge into me. I pressed my mouth onto his in a long, passionate kiss
and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

13
As he pounded his cock in and out, Nathan reached around behind my buttocks
and stroked the sensitive area between my cunt and anus, by now flooded
with cunt-juice. He squeezed a finger into my cunt alongside his tool, then
withdrew it and pressed the tip of it gently into my anus. As he pushed it
in and out deeper and deeper, in synch with the thrusting of his cock, the
muscles of my cunt grasped him hungrily, then released, then grasped again.
I was writhing on his fuck-rod, rubbing my breasts round and around on his
chest.

14
"I want your cum spurting up hard into me!" I moaned. "I want you to
explode!" As I said this, I reached down with one hand and rubbed my
engorged clitoris, which made my whole body start to quiver. As wave after
wave of ecstasy washed over me, I touched Nathan's thrusting cock. Well,
this was like detonating a bomb: spurt after spurt of lovely cum filled my
cunt, as his cock pulsated violently inside me.

15
We held each other close and tongue-kissed deeply and small twitches of his
cock released the final drops of cum in my cunt. While his cock was still
hard, he thrust in and out a few more times and I could feel the warm,
creamy liquid oozing out onto his lap. There must have been a gallon of it
because it just kept coming and coming! Over his cock and balls, between
his legs and onto the floor.

16
This beautiful lover seemed to be able to read my mind: my nipples were
craving some attention and the next thing I knew he was touching them --
stroking, twirling, gently tugging. He bent his head down and sucked them
in turn. Delicious waves of pleasure washed over me again, so that all I
needed to do was press my clitoris against the base of his cock as he
sucked my tits and I was shuddering with orgasm. Eventually, with a squelsh
and a wet, bubbling sound, his cock slipped out of me. We laughed and he
kissed me again. Slowly, he guided us both down onto the bed.

17
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, bodies pressed together, hands
gliding over each other's bare skin. It could have been ten minutes, or it
could have been hours. Then I became aware of a beautiful sensation
meandering over my skin; I realised it was Nathan kissing me all over,
nibbling, licking, sucking me -- from my neck to my breasts, over my belly
to my legs, and then up to my craving cunt. His tongue flicked in and out,
up and down, and into my hole. I parted my legs wide, pulled my cunt-lips
apart with my fingers and pushed my hips upwards against his mouth.

18
Glancing down, I could see his cock was hard again. But now I wanted it in
my mouth, so I spun myself right around until it was dangling inches from
my face. I lifted my knees up beside my breasts to raise my cunt as high as
possible and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. He continued licking
and sucking my cunt and soon climax after delicious climax was washing over
me, like waves breaking at the beach.

19
Every now and then, after I had been sucking his cock particularly hard and
fast, he would withdraw quickly; I guessed he wanted to save himself for my
cunt. I decided I also wanted him to explode in my cunt, so after a while I
rolled over underneath him until I was on my hands and knees. I wiggled my
hips from side to side to let him knew how much I wanted his cock and
within seconds, I could feel it pushing deep, deep inside me. I gasped with
the overwhelming sensation of it. He pulled out and pushed back in again at
an angle and I could feel the tip of his cock press against the side wall
of my cunt. Out and in, out and in, he went on fucking me at different
angles and twisting his cock round and round. I rubbed my clitoris and
every now and then felt his thick, rippling tool as it entered me. Suddenly
-- pow! pow! pow! -- it jerked and squirted its load deep inside me. He
pushed even harder and one more powerful orgasm blasted through me. We held
each other tightly and then sank together onto the couch and fell into a
sweet, sweet sleep.


Part II -- From the model's point of view
=========================================

1
My name is Nathan. At the moment I am studying modern dance three nights a
week but to earn money, I do modelling and sometime work as an extra on TV.
My dream is one day to have my own dance company.

2
A few weeks ago, I was reading the local paper when I saw an ad for a
artist's model. It just said "Male model required for 2 hours (daytime) for
artist's studio," and the phone number. I had done some modelling at an art
school already and didn't mind it, although the pay wasn't that good (about
$12 an hour). So, I rang the number.

3
"Hello," a woman's voice answered.
"Hello," I said, "I'm ringing about the ad for a model."
"Yes."
"A-am I speaking to the right person?" I asked. I knew it's sexist but I
guess I was expecting a man.
"Yes, that's right," she replied.
"Oh... good. Um, what do you pay?" I blurted out.
"Fifteen dollars an hour, for two hours, undraped."
"That's fine..." I wasn't sure whet to say next. I suppose I was waiting
for her to ask me something.
She did: "So, have you had any modelling experience?"
"Yeah, quite a bit over the last two years. It helps pay for my dance classes."
"Oh, you study dance? What type?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"Modern," I replied.
I must have passed the 'interview', because she then asked, "When are you
available?".
"Mornings are best for me."
"How about next Tuesday at nine am?"
I checked my calendar. "No problem."
"My name's Dimity," she said.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Nathan."
She gave me the address of her studio and we finished the call.

4
Tuesday turned out to be a beautiful day: sunny and warm, but not too hot.
I found the studio about quarter of an hour early. I rang the bell and soon
heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and a young, fresh-looking
woman, probably mid-to-late twenties, was standing in front of me. She had
short, dark brown hair, with a hint of red, and the most amazing, deep blue
eyes that smiled and sparkled. She was about 5'4" and was wearing a short,
light blue, simple cotton dress. Her feet were bare.

5
She invited me in. Her studio was light and airy and reasonably large, with
polished wooden floors. On the walls were scores of figure drawings, male
and female. I was really impressed. "These are great!" I exclaimed.
"Thank you," she replied, modestly.
"You really understand the human body!" I said, "They're strong like
Michelangelo and fluid like Matisse."
"You know your artists then?" she smiled.
"I started classes a few years ago, but I had to stop because I couldn't
afford them."
"That's a shame," she commiserated.
"Mmmm... maybe I'll be able to take it up again someday."
"I'm sorry that I could only offer you two hours today. Perhaps later, we
can see about some extra hours," she explained.
"That's OK..." I said. "Well, are we ready to start?"
"Just about," she replied, pointing to a folding screen in a corner. I went
behind it and took off my sandals, tee-shirt, jeans and underpants. I
reached into my bag and pulled out my robe, which I wrapped around me as I
re-emerged from behind the screen.

6
Dimity began with a series of five to ten minute drawings.
"You can decide the poses and when to change," she said. "If you're finding
a pose too much of a strain, just change."
That seemed very reasonable to me.
She went on... "A mixture of standing poses and ones using the stool."
I knew exactly what she wanted, so I simply nodded, removed my robe and
took the first pose.

7
Even though Dimity was supposed to be looking at me, I found I couldn't
help noticing her body: Her legs, for example, were shapely yet strong,
like a dancer's. I began to daydream, as I often do when modelling. I
imagined the two of us dancing together. In my mind, we moved closer
together and the dance began to get hotter and raunchier. Suddenly, I felt
my penis twitching and realised I was getting a hard-on! Luckily, I could
see by the small clock on the table that it had already been about ten
minutes, so I quickly changed pose so my back was facing her. By now, my
penis was fully erect and bright red. Gradually, as I forced my mind to
think of non-sexual things, it returned to normal.

8
At 5 to 10 she gave me a five minute break. I wrapped myself in my robe,
grabbed my water bottle and stepped out into a small courtyard next to the
studio. The silk of the robe against my bare skin was very sensual,
especially with the occasional cool breeze making its way in from below.

9
When I came back in, it was time for two half-hour poses. This time, Dimity
explained the poses she wanted  The first was sitting. For the last one,
she wanted a particular pose, a semi-reclining one, probably for a painting
she was working on. She wanted me to move my leg a bit further over and
bend it a little more. I was starting to move it, when she suddenly reached
out her hand, presumably to guide it into position. It touched the inside
of my thigh and lightly brushed my penis. Immediately, I felt a thrill,
like an electric shock, go through my body and my penis jumped to life.
Dimity seemed embarrassed; she stepped back and said, "Ahem, yes, that'll
be fine." I knew there was no way I could hide the erection and I had to
keep the pose, so I just sat still, trying to think of baseball games and
baking bread, waiting for it to go down. Suddenly I looked up and saw her
smiling at me! I smiled back but my heart was pounding inside my chest. My
penis jerked upwards again and I saw her eyes glance down at it. I also
noticed her nipples making little, hard bumps through her dress, as she
kept drawing. Gradually, after a minute or so, my penis started to go back
to normal. I decided that it was safer to keep my eyes closed from now on!

10
It was soon 11 a.m.; the time was up. Dimity expressed disappointment,
saying that she was "just warming up." I wondered exactly what she meant by
that!
"That's all right," I said, "We can keep going if you like and you can pay
me later for the extra time."
"No, that wouldn't be fair," she insisted. She paused for a moment and then
she said, "What about an hour's modelling for a one hour drawing lesson?"
Drawing teachers earn much more per hour than models, so I knew it was a
good deal. "Yeah, that'd be great!" I said enthusiastically.
"Good. Time for another break then."
I put on my robe again and slipped out to the courtyard. There I thought
about the last two hours, about Dimity and her incredible beauty. The tip
of my penis started to push at my robe, making a small, wet patch. I felt a
little ashamed: male models aren't supposed to get hard-ons; it just isn't
professional!

11
When the break was over, I tried to compose myself and returned to the
studio. I removed my robe again, making sure to hide the wet patch, and we
continued with two twenty-five minute poses. Rebecca asked me to sit facing
her, with my legs apart. I closed my eyes and assumed the pose with my eyes
closed. After a minute or so, I heard a very faint sound, an almost
inaudible "mmm". I opened my eyes to see what it was and saw the most
amazing sight! Dimity was touching her breasts and tummy. Any sense of
self-control was now out of the question: I got an immediate and powerful
hard-on! But then Dimity started drawing furiously and I concluded that she
had deliberately excited me so that she could draw my penis erect. My first
reaction was anger at being manipulated, followed quickly by erotic desire
at her unashamed sexual interest, specifically in my naked body. A small
drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of my penis, then rolled off the
shiny, purple head and stretched out in one long filament all the way to
the couch.

Dimity continued stroking herself, with her eyes closed, becoming more and
more carried away. Her hand reached down to her knee and started to glide
upwards along her inner thigh. She started to lift her dress and at the
same time her pencil dropped from her right hand onto the floor. Her hand
pushed her dress higher and higher and higher. The next moment I realised
two things: firstly she wasn't wearing any knickers, and secondly she was
completely shaven. Her index finger moved up and down a few times over her
slippery gash, then disappeared into her cunt. Two more fingers joined in,
thrusting in and out, up to the knuckles, splashing cunt juice down her
legs and onto the floor.

12
She opened her eyes and looked at me, my penis still rock hard and shiny,
staring in amazement at her. She lifted her dress up and over her body in
one swift movement and the two of us were now completely naked. She walked
towards me until her beautiful, smooth crutch was just ten inches or so
above my face. She squatted slightly and parted her cunt-lips. I was
overcome by a very strong desire to taste her: I licked my lips and moved
my face closer to her until my tongue was lapping at her cunt and clitoris.
She moaned and pressed her hips against my face in ecstasy. Then she
started to squat more, so that my tongue moved over her belly, then her
breasts and rock-hard nipples, up to her neck and finally her mouth. Just
then, I felt the wet warmth of her cunt engulf my cock and the sweetness of
her mouth envelop mine in a long, passionate kiss. She fucked my mouth with
her tongue.

13
As I pounded my cock in and out, I reached around behind her buttocks and
found the sensitive area between her cunt and anus, by now flooded with
cunt-juice. I felt my own hard cock slithering in and out, then squeezed my
middle finger deep into her cunt alongside my tool. I then withdrew the
finger and pressed it gently into her anus. I pushed in and out, deeper and
deeper, in synch with the thrusting of my cock. I could feel the muscles of
her cunt grasping me hungrily, then releasing, then grasping again. Dimity
writhed on my cock, rubbing her breasts round and round on my chest.

14
"I want your cum spurting up hard into me!" she moaned. "I want you to
explode!" As she said this, she reached down with one hand and rubbed her
clitoris, making her whole body begin to quiver. As a wave of ecstasy
washed over her, she touched my thrusting cock. This simple touch was like
a trigger being pulled: My cock exploded -- spurt after spurt of cum filled
her cunt, as my cock pulsated violently inside her.

15
As my cock kept twitching in her cunt, releasing the last drops of cum, we
kept exploring each others' mouths with our tongues and each others' bodies
with our hands. I gave a few more thrusts and felt the sticky cocktail of
cum and cunt-juice dribble out of her and onto my lap.

16
I was struck by the beauty of her breasts... firm yet soft and exquisitely
shaped; I started to stroke and caress them with the tips of my fingers.
Interspersed with this, I would pinch each nipple gently, then twirl, then
pinch again. After a while, I bent my head down and licked and sucked them
alternately. As I did this, she seemed to shudder slightly and moan.
Although my cock was getting rather soft inside her, she ground her
clitoris against the base of my cock, over and over again, until she
reached her climax; her body shaking uncontrollably. Her cunt was squeezing
so hard that my cock finally popped out of her with a delicious, slurping
sound. We both laughed and then we kissed again. Slowly, and in perfect
unison, we lowered ourselves onto the bed, still entwined in each other's
arms.

17
For almost an hour, we lay like that, just caressing each other's bodies,
feeling each other's breathing in and breathing out.

I loved the smell and the texture of her skin, so I started to explore her
body with my mouth -- kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling -- meandering
from neck to armpit to breast to belly to legs to her sweet, moist crevice.
My tongue flicked in and out, up and down, and drilled into her hole. She
parted her legs wide to give me better access and pushed her hips upwards
against my mouth. She pulled her cunt-lips apart with her fingers and let
me see their beautiful, wet pinkness and her hungry, gaping fuck-hole.

18
By now, my cock was fully hard again. She started to wriggle around on her
back and I realised that she wanted to taste some cock. She brought her
knees right up, beside her breasts, so that her gash was facing the
ceiling, and took my hard cock into her mouth. I bent down to tongue her
cunt and soon we were sucking and licking each other like there was no
tomorrow! Time and time again, Dimity would rock with orgasm, but I managed
to pull myself back from the brink a number of times; I wanted to fuck her
cunt again.

19
She must have been reading my mind; she rolled over underneath me until she
was on her hands and knees, her arse wiggling slightly from side to side,
as though it pleading to be pierced by cock. I didn't need convincing: I
knelt behind her and pushed my tool deep inside her, right up to the hilt.
Relentlessly, I continued thrusting in and out of her cunt -- sometimes
from one side, sometimes from the other, sometimes screwing round and
round. I could feel her fingers rubbing her clit and occasionally
encircling my shaft as I entered her. Suddenly, my cock erupted like a
volcano deep inside her; I pushed even harder and her whole body shook
violently with orgasm. When the last ripple had subsided, we collapsed,
exhausted, onto the couch and drifted off to sleep.

(THE END)


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