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NWMD13.TXT -- 13/18(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 13
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Brenda Honey, let's go pretty soon. I want to catch Walter before he gets off
on a project." Marnie called to her daughter upstairs.
"Ready Mom." Brenda said, bounding down the stairs.
Then off they went to office building where both Roger, Marnie's husband, and
Walter Larcher, Marnie's blackmailer, worked. They came into the lobby to see
if Larcher was working the front desk, but a blonde guard named Stan smiled an
over friendly greeting, as he had met Marnie before, but not her daughter.
"Hi Stan. Have you seen Larcher today?" Marnie asked.
"Hi Ma'am and Ma'am. I'll raise him for you." Then on the hand held radio he
announced, "Walter, come in Walter, eagle in the lobby."
Then through the static, Marnie heard, "Roger that Stan. Be right there."
"He'll be right here Ma'am." He said with a huge smile, remembering his
encounter with Marnie in the boiler room.
"Hey ladies," They heard from behind them moments later, "say Brenda, I've got
good news for you." Larcher said.
"Hi Walter, what is it?" Brenda said ebulliently.
"I may have your first modeling gig and we don't even have your photo profile
card done yet." Larcher said enthusiastically.
"What are you talking about?" Asked Marnie cautiously.
"What, the gig or the card?" Larcher asked to clarify.
"Both." Said Marnie.
"Well, come in here and I'll fill you in." Larcher said, leading them to the
monitoring room. He asked the guard on duty to leave for a few minutes.
"Brenda needs a publicity card with a head shot on one side and stats with one
or two full length shots on the other."
"Yeah Mom, it is like a business card, only it is the size of a book." She
said condescendingly. "So Walter, what is the gig?"
"Will you make me your agent and give me twenty percent if I tell you?" He
asked.
"Don't agents make more like ten or fifteen percent?" Brenda challenged.
"You don't seem to realize that you would have none of this without me. I
think twenty percent is more than reasonable." Larcher threw back.
"Larcher, she's a child. You can't do any of this without my permission. What
is this gig you are talking about?"
"Down girl. It just so happens that you can get a piece of this action too.
>From what I saw of the proofs, you could have a profile card done up and get
some gigs as well." Larcher said.
"What about those pictures? That's why we are really here." Marnie said.
"No Mom, let's hear about the gig." Brenda said.
"Ladies, Ladies, let's get the profile cards done first and take things one
step at a time. Now where is that tape?" He said rummaging in the drawers of a
desk. "Here it is. Okay Missy, lift your arms straight up." He said briskly.
Marnie was so used to following his orders that she instinctively raised her
arms. Before she could get them back down, Larcher had the tape measure
clumsily around her breasts. She put her arms down trapping the metal tape to
her chest. "What are you doing." She asked annoyed.
"Getting your measurements for the profile card. Now get your arms out of the
way so I can get this tape to lay flat for an accurate reading." He said
intent on his project.
Larcher kept pushing the tape in where it bulged, with no luck, causing him to
unnecessarily paw at Marnie's breasts in the process.
"Hold it. Time. Time out. You're not going to be able to do it this way.
Besides I know my measurements." She said, trying to get him off of her.
"You have a better idea?" Larcher challenged.
"Yes. Get something like a string that follows contours and then measure the
string." She said, as if she couldn't believe how ignorant he was.
Larcher went rummaging again and found some discarded bailing twine. "Shouldn't
I be doing this without your clothes to get an accurate reading? If I put down
one thing, and they find out differently, then it is my credibility on the
line." He insisted.
"Here, you can do it for my waist." Marnie said, pulling out her blouse from
her skirt.
Meanwhile, Brenda was shucking her clothing for her measurements, eager to do
whatever it took to become a model. When Larcher finished the waist and hips,
he went to a ruled pad, drew two vertical lines to make three columns, and
headed the middle one "Brenda", and the other, "Missy". Down the left column
he wrote age, height, weight, eyes, hair, bust, waist, hips, and shoe size. He
started to take the twine to Brenda, when Marnie interrupted him, "I'll do
that. You write." She insisted. "37. 24. 34." She called out at each
measurement over her bra, bare midriff, and panties.
When he finished the details for his list, Marnie asked about the pictures
again. Larcher explained that they were with a potential client, and that
they should go out to pick them up with him, but that first they sign a
statement that he be paid twenty percent of the proceeds of this and any other
job he procures for them. Marnie humored him with her signature for herself,
because she had plans brewing to get rid of him forever. As guardian for
Brenda, she had more difficulty in deciding, though. Brenda pleaded with her.
Marnie finally agreed, as long as she was present and involved in every job.
"Okay, let's go." Larcher said, when they were all done.
They followed Larcher to his car, which was parked outside in a special parking
lot for security and some other employees of the building. "We're parked in
the covered garage. We'll follow you." Marnie said.
"Too complicated. Get in." Larcher said.
Marnie felt trapped, but got in the back seat with Brenda. Larcher ended up
taking them to "Artist's Row", a section of town which used to be a warehouse
district that had fallen to ruin, but had been revitalized over the last decade
by converting the old warehouses to business, artist, and residential lofts.
Larcher had explained in the car that an artist had their photos and was
looking at them with an eye for possibly hiring a model to pose for paintings.
They parked, and Larcher took off the accouterments of his job and stashed them
in the trunk of his car, then took out an old sport jacket to hide his security
guard shirt. When they got to one of the rehabbed structures, Larcher ran down
the list and found the name, "Robert Dix, Artist, instruction by appointment".
"That's him." Larcher said, relieved there wasn't any difficulty in locating
his prospect.
"I've heard of him. He actually has a good reputation in this town." Marnie
said surprised.
"You have Mom? That's great!" Brenda said more excited than before.
They went inside and to the artist's studio on the 2nd floor. A tall thin man
with salt and pepper hair, dark eyebrows, and a distinguished air about him,
quieted his friendly golden lab, and greeted them at the door. He recognized
Marnie and Brenda from the proofs and happily let everyone in. When they
entered, the first things that pervaded their senses were the size of the
space, the smell of oil paints and turpentine, and the moist nose of the pet up
and down their legs. The loft space was open with wood floors. It had big
tall windows along three walls to let in light. Except for large columns
supporting the floors above and some curtains strung to create some private
living space, the space was open with easels, chairs and paintings of all kinds
scattered about.
Marnie and Brenda were excused for a few minutes while Larcher took Mr. Dix
aside and talked terms. Marnie and Brenda marveled at the artwork they saw.
"You see Mom, Walter has got me hooked up with a real artist." Brenda said, to
sell her Mom on letting her model for him.
Larcher came over to where the ladies were browsing. "Okay here's the deal. If
you agree to model as a mother/daughter duo, you've got the job. It will pay
$90.00/hr for the two of you and it is a guaranteed twelve hours work over
today and tomorrow. So are you ready for about four hours today?" Larcher
asked hopefully.
"Com'on Mom, we can't pass this up. It's my first modeling job. It's about
$1,000.00 bucks. That could help with college. You want me to go to college,
don't you? Remember our talk last week about giving new things a try. You
just gotta do it with me, please." Brenda implored her mother, before Marnie
could even express an opinion.
"Larcher, what's involved for these twelve hours?" Marnie asked. for
clarification.
"Mr. Dix wants to do figure studies today with just you two. Tomorrow he runs
classes here, and there will be figure drawing, figure painting, and I don't
know what other classes, throughout the day. Then on Sunday, he wants you
available for whatever he didn't finish today, or whatever else comes up."
Larcher replied.
"Com'on Mom, it's not exactly photo-modeling, but it is a start. He wants you
too, a famous artist, you said it. He thinks you are beautiful enough to pay
you to capture your beauty with his art." Brenda said, using her best sales
pitch to get her mother to concede.
Marnie took Larcher by the arm aside. "Cute, real cute, getting to me through
my daughter. From the start you said you would leave my daughter out of all of
this and you have wormed her into it, so that now I'm the 'bad mother' if I
don't go along. This has got to stop right here. I'm not going to allow my
daughter to go down this path." Marnie said sternly.
"Missy, Missy, Missy, I don't know what path you are talking about. If you are
talking about modeling, her mother has done it, gotten paid for it, enjoyed it,
and will do it again. Maybe Brenda needs to know about the jobs you've had so
she has someone to look up to." Larcher threatened. "This meets your
restriction of having to be involved, you both get paid handsomely, and like
Brenda said, you might enjoy it if you try it. Now get back over there and
warm your daughter's heart and tell her that you'll do it." Larcher said
sternly.
Marnie looked back concerned at her daughter, who had been fretting,
absentmindedly petting the sitting dog's head, while she watched her mother and
Larcher obviously arguing about the job. Mr. Dix was taking a "take it or
leave it" stance and went on about his work while the three hashed it out.
Marnie went back to Brenda and said, "I suppose I don't have to tell you that
figure modeling for artists involves being nude usually, Sweetie."
"Of course Mom, I know, but the results is a painting, not a photograph. It
will be stylized, not actual images of us. Models have to be prepared for
anything if they want to get the lucrative work." Brenda said. "I know what I
am doing, and it won't be any different for you than the boudoir photos you had
taken for Dad."
"The photos." Marnie thought out loud, "Larcher, where are the photos? I
want to see them before I decide."
Mr. Dix interjected, "Missy, is it?"
"No, Marnie is my name."
"Yes, Marnie, I have them over here on this table." Mr. Dix said.
Marnie and Brenda hurried over to where Mr. Dix was leading them. There on the
table were the proofs of Brenda's shoot and Marnie's boudoir shots. They both
started looking at their own shots, then switched to looking at each other's.
They gave each other rave reviews and were taken aback by the professional
quality that Kenneth Brannon had achieved.
"Wow, Mom. Are you sure Dad can handle these pictures of you?"
Marnie thought of a joke around the word "handle", but kept it to herself. "I
think it will help his far away sales trips he has to take, don't you?" She
asked Brenda. "If I can have a piece of paper, something to write on it with,
and make a phone call, we can get started." She announced.
"Yea Mom!" Brenda said communicating her glee.
After they picked out the pictures they wanted made from the proofs, they
called them in to the Brannons, signed the modeling release, and made
themselves available for the day's session. "I've got to get back to the
office." Larcher announced, "I'll be back at five to pick you back up."
Mr. Dix's first request was that he do some face studies, and Marnie and Brenda
alternated between sitting still and watching him sketch. Next, he had them
get down to their underwear. Marnie didn't know how to react to his unusual
posing technique of modeling her body, as if she were made of clay. Brenda was
excited, generally, by any and everything Mr. Dix did or said for them to do.
Then Mr. Dix came up to Marnie and closed his eyes with his chin down to his
chest and reached out to touch her body. He started at her neck and shoulders,
then worked his way down her arms, back up to her breasts, down her abdomen,
and then again down her sides. When it was obvious that he was going to
continue this process with the rest of her body, as his hands were gliding down
her hips, she piped up, "Excuse me Mr. Dix. This doesn't seem regular to me."
Mr. Dix opened his eyes and broke from his intense meditation to respond. "Oh,
I can see that this would seem a little irregular to you if you are not
familiar with my work." He began to explain. "Are you familiar with speed
reading?"
"Yes, I think so." Marnie said.
"Well, in speed reading, you don't just read from beginning to end, you go
through the book several times with different processes, and the net effect is
that the total time you take is less, even though it doesn't seem conventional.
What I am doing is called 'Kino-mapping'. It is a process I pioneered when I
lost sight in this eye for a year. When you add the kinesthetic model to the
visual, you produce higher quality art faster. People liken it to painting or
drawing on 'auto-pilot' after they have added this process. People come to me
to learn it, and I get good results."
Marnie was hushed by this explanation, as it seemed logical to her. Brenda was
even more excited, because it went to enhancing Mr. Dix's credibility in her
eyes. So without any further objection from either of them, Mr. Dix resumed
his Kino-mapping by feeling his hands down the front of Marnie's pubic area and
down her legs from her pussy to her toes. Brenda couldn't wait until she was
Kino-mapped, after watching her mother's shudders from having her breasts and
pussy mapped.
Before going on to Brenda, Mr. Dix sketched Marnie, and he did seem to work
faster than what Marnie had noticed other street-side artists work at doing
caricatures and portraits. When he started to work on Brenda, Marnie had all
sorts of mixed emotions. His intent was a professional process, but he was
doing this sensual thing to her daughter. Brenda was enjoying it as a sensual
thing, like Marnie had done, but should be keeping more of a professional
demeanor, Marnie felt. Marnie wondered, "Is this a respected process, a
lunatic's folly, or merely a con?"
Now Mr. Dix had the two of them pose back to back. Then he had them remove
their bras and panties. They were to stand with their hands held, Marnie's
left in Brenda's right and right in Brenda's left. Instead of being in total
profile, he had them turn slightly toward him and hold. When he was satisfied
with the pose, he approached them and Kino-mapped them together, his left hand
on Marnie and his right hand on Brenda. He worked his way down their bodies
simultaneously, as he did before. When he got to Marnie's breast with the
nipple ring, he opened his eyes and muttered a pensive "Hummm", then closed
them again and proceeded down to their toes.
Marnie and Brenda involuntarily squeezed each other's hands when he was feeling
their breasts and pussies, letting each other know their respective pleasures
at his touch. Marnie felt humiliated to have Brenda know, and was embarrassed
to know the same about her. Marnie realized that Mr. Dix had to have known her
excitement by the moisture he encountered at her snatch. She figured she would
definitely need to rape her husband tonight to get over this much tension.
After that study was done, he had Marnie bend over and put her hands on her
knees and had Brenda turn around and put her hands on her mother's back. When
Mr. Dix Kino-mapped Marnie in this position, he flicked the nipple rings up and
down at the ends of her hanging tits. Marnie felt a mild discomfort as they
hadn't healed completely.
Next he had Marnie turn around and embrace her daughter. This gave Brenda her
first glimpse of Marnie's new nipple rings. "Oh my god Mother, what have you
done to your nipples?" Brenda said with utter shock, eyes wide, and her hands
on the sides of her face.
"Oh Dear, let me explain latter." Marnie said, embarrassed by the attention
her daughter was directing to her tits.
Brenda found it difficult to follow Mr. Dix's instructions in the pose from
being too distracted by her mother's adornments. "Is there something wrong
ladies?" Mr. Dix asked.
Brenda snapped out of it, as if she realized she was disrupting a class,
important ceremony, or something. She didn't want to blow her first modeling
job. So she just stared at her mother's nipples, while posing, in disbelief.
Finally, Mr. Dix pulled out a canvas he had been working on which was a flower
blossom bursting out over the canvass. It was unfinished, however, in the
middle. He had Marnie bend over in front of him, arching her back, with her
pussy facing him. He Kino-mapped her rear and snatch, then proceeded to paint
her cunt into the center of the blossom, while Brenda watched. He replicated
the shinny dewiness of her cunt lips causing Brenda to remark, "Gee Mom, this
flower is dripping with so much nectar, that a whole beehive will want to pay
it a visit."
The idea of that caused Marnie to squeeze her rear in tight and partially stand
up momentarily. She was almost to the point of dripping, with the touching,
the displaying herself, and the thought that what was seen by Mr. Dix was being
painted by him with camel hair brushes. When he called time for the day,
Larcher hadn't arrived yet, so Marnie and Brenda looked over his work and were
impressed with his artistry. They got dressed and asked about the session for
tomorrow. Larcher was about half an hour late, which gave them time to talk to
Mr. Dix. They all sat, he petted his dog named Vincent, and they grew more
comfortable about him as a person.
On the drive home, Brenda started to bring up the nipple rings, Marnie cut her
off, telling her that she would tell her everything in their car on their way
home. Larcher was too preoccupied with, whether or not, Mr. Dix thought they
were a good choice, and when they would get paid. Marnie and Brenda reassured
him that he seemed to be pleased, and that they thought it was the job of a
manager to see that they got paid.
On the way home in their own car, Marnie had to finally explain to Brenda that
the nipple rings were first forced on her but that she finally relented as a
surprise for Roger for his fortieth birthday. She tried to reinforce that she
wouldn't want Brenda to do anything like it, and that right after her father's
birthday, she was going to take them out and let the wounds heal over.
That night Roger was particularly amorous. He tried to paw at Marnie and get
her turned on. Little did he know that she was at the boiling point and ready
to rape him right there in front of their daughter. But, with her life pretty
much out of control, thanks to the Larchers, the one area she was still in
control of was making love to Roger. Now that she found a new game of mild
bondage, that Roger seemed to go along with, she wanted to explore it further.
As soon as they could be alone, Marnie said, "Is my naughty boy ready for some
more punishment?"
Roger brightened. He was liking this new direction their love making was
taking. Up to this point, Marnie played the seductress and Roger the ravisher.
Now she was making up the content for the both of them, and the more
unpredictable she became the more exciting it was becoming for him.
"Now march upstairs young man, and get these clothes off. I want you to wait
for me facing the closet door until I get there. Now go." She said as she
slapped his butt for emphasis.
Roger raced upstairs and waited for a few minutes facing the closet door in the
nude for Marnie to join him. When Marnie finally appeared, she instructed him
to close his eyes and back up to the edge of the closet door that she opened.
She dug out some of her new toys, and blindfolded Roger and cuffed his wrists.
Then she attached the cuffs together behind him around the door through the gap
created when it was opened. So with Roger standing blindfolded and unable to
touch her, she undressed and began a slow teasing of Roger's erogenous zones.
Marnie stimulated him everywhere on his body except directly on his cock or
balls.
"Sweetie, please touch my penis. I can't stand this." He pleaded.
"You are and you can. When you cum, you are done. Where does that leave me?
I'll tell you, with a husband who begrudgingly works to bring me off, out of
obligation."
"No, Love." Roger interrupted.
"Okay, even love, but it is still like a chore, because you have yours already,
and you don't expect another. Some nights, like tonight, Dearest, I want you
to make love to me until I'm done, because I can always cum again to join you
with yours. Then everybody is happy." She said sealing the deal.
So that night Marnie had Roger working hard to bring her to orgasm over and
over again using the new toys she had brought home for the job. She used the
cuffs to keep his roving hands from discovering the true nature of what he
glimpsed the night before dangling from her tits. She was determined to make
it a surprise for his birthday in a week. When Marnie finally mounted him from
on top, she rode him to his convulsing climax and was in control of the
situation enough to get off one last time on her own. At that moment life was
good again. At least she had control in one room of her life.
The next day, Marnie and Brenda arrived on time for the all day modeling
session with robes and articles of clothing Mr. Dix recommended. Mr. Dix
explained that he was running three classes and that there would be about half
hour breaks between each class. He invited them to sit and rest in his private
area before and after sessions.
The first class arrived and Marnie and Brenda could hear the shuffling and
rustling of students getting ready through the curtains. As they sat on the
couch, which backed up to the curtain, they could hear conversations of
students getting coffee and pastries from a table directly on the other side.
They heard two ladies talking, "I hope he has a young stud this time." One
said. "Yeah, and I'll 'Kino-map' him to full mast." The other said, and soft
giggles were heard.
Mr. Dix lectured for about fifteen minutes and they were brought out, removed
their robes, and stood in their bikini's waiting to be posed. They surveyed
the class and saw nothing but a large group of old ladies, one old man, and a
thirty, or so, year old woman. There were two staging areas for the students
to draw from. Marnie and Brenda were separated, and the class split on its own
to the staging area with the figure model they wanted to work on first.
Mr. Dix posed Brenda in a standing pose with her right hand on her right hip
and her left hand on her left knee. This pushed her hip out to the right side,
as both legs were straight. For Marnie he took suggestions from the floor. A
lady asked if Marnie could be told to remove the suit and the motion seemed to
be seconded by others in the class, so Mr. Dix had her remove her suit. The
emerging view of her nipple rings brought whispered conversation from some of
the older ladies. He posed her with her feet about shoulder width apart and
the palms of her hands on the cheeks of her ass. This gave them not only the
challenge of drawing the volume of her 38D breasts, but the added detail of the
nipple rings dangling from their front.
Students went up in pairs to Kino-map the models. Some worked the top while
others worked the bottom. A couple of pairs worked the sides and then
switched. According to Mr. Dix, it didn't matter in what order objects to be
drawn were mapped, only that they were to be mapped completely.
Marnie didn't know how she was going to last the whole day at this rate. Even
these old ladies were turning her on with their hands. She was posed in a
relatively lewd display and after a couple of pairs, the students could detect
her excitement by the moisture between her legs. When the Kino-mapping was
complete and all of the students were at their tasks of drawing, Marnie
wondered if any of them were drawing in enough detail to catch the trickle of
fluid running down the inside of her left leg.
When class was over, the students came up, as they finished packing up their
things, and shook Marnie and Brenda's hands before they left. Marnie and
Brenda retired to Mr. Dix's personal space and caught a well earned breather,
but avoided talking directly about the experience, trying to evade the topic of
their excitement and reaction to the Kino-mapping. At the end of their break,
they heard the now familiar din of students arriving, settling, and getting
coffee. Two young sounding men were heard to say, "You know we'd better be
more serious this time about the drawing part, or Old Man Dix will kick us out
of this groping class." One said. "I'm outta here if he has a guy this time."
The other said, as they left the table to go to the drawing area.
Following a similar lecture from Mr. Dix, Marnie and Brenda came out in their
robes again. The students all looked to be college students, and they could
see the obvious elbowing and shifting in chairs as the models appeared on the
four inch dais. When they removed their robes and stood in just their bikinis,
there was more shifting and a little murmuring, which caused Mr. Dix to ask for
their attention. Marnie and Brenda were separated again, but this time Mr. Dix
posed Marnie first. He untied the bikini top, because he wanted the same
challenge for the class again this time. He posed her with her legs apart again
as before, but this time he had her pushing her hair up in back with her hands.
Heads were straining to see around him, until he turned and stepped aside. Then
there was sophomoric commotion as they saw her magnificent breasts with the
ornamentation in the nipples.
"Class! I'm not beyond clearing the room. There is a waiting list to get into
my classes, so if you think I won't . . ." Mr. Dix said sternly.
Some of the girls hit the upper arms of the guys near them to get them in line,
because they didn't want to have the class ruined for themselves.
With Marnie first, bare breasted, and curiously adorned, few students waited by
Brenda while Mr. Dix posed her. She looked over at the crowd her mother was
attracting and decided on her own to remove her top. This brought some of the
guys back to her area. She wanted to even things out a bit more, and
voluntarily removed her bottom. Marnie was so preoccupied with the students
Kino-mapping her that she didn't even notice her daughter's lewd display.
A couple of guys, in their late teens or early twenties, fraternity types, that
seemed out of place in a figuring drawing class, were groping Marnie all over.
It was Marnie's understanding that you only Kino-mapped those areas that you
were going to draw, and that it was done with eyes closed, but these two were
doing her front and back, visually inspecting her with lustful smiles. They
both looked over at the teacher, who had his back to them trying to find a
suitable pose for Brenda, now that she had changed the ground rules by going
nude. When they saw that their coast was clear, they untied the sides of the
bikini bottom and tossed it aside before Marnie could bring her hands down to
stop them. Waves of humiliation washed down over her, as they continued their
groping. She didn't want to ruin the session for Brenda, and although,
improper liberties were being taken with her, she was thrilled beyond compare
at the naughty boys' lust for her body.
The next pair of guys tapped the two on the shoulder wanting to cut in. The
two groping Marnie looked at Mr. Dix, who was still facing Brenda, and shrugged
them off. They made a beeline for Marine's snatch and ass hole with the ridge
of their hands, sawing forward and back against her lips on the inside of her
legs. Marnie went on tiptoes and placed her hands on their heads, which were
down inspecting her bald pussy. Her body shuddered and she came with a
guttural gasp which brought the attention of the other group and Mr. Dix upon
her. The two guys pretended to be finishing their mapping by going down to her
feet, Marnie tried to regain her composure, and get her hands back up to her
head. Mr. Dix looked on suspiciously for a moment and went back to Brenda. The
rest of the students knew what had happened and tried as they could to bring
her off again, but under the watchful eye of Mr. Dix, they couldn't get much
more than their fingers gooey.
Marnie was sweating profusely, so Mr. Dix set up a fan on low behind her to
cool her off. This did chill her a bit, dried her off, and sent her pussy
smell wafting into the student's area. As Marnie cooled off, the class seemed
to heat up. There were flirtatious looks across at each other, shifting in
chairs, crossing of legs, knees moving together and apart unconsciously, and
even an occasional shifting of pants to allow for the movements of penises.
When the class was finally over, Marnie was exhausted. They snacked on some
food and drinks they brought, and waited for the last class.
The last class took longer to set up. It turned out to be a painting class.
Marnie was soon to discover that it was a continuation of a class where the
students had painted a flower bloom across the canvass and left the middle
unfinished, just like Mr. Dix's canvass the night before. Mr. Dix had Marnie go
first. He had her remove her bottom and lean over with her hands on a small
stool, legs apart, and her back swayed to thrust her cunt lips out into view.
The twenty to forty something year olds, mostly women, came up one at a time
and mapped her nether lips. Marnie's eyes closed and she tried to remain
conscious enough not to moan out loud. The ministrations got her juices
flowing and Mr. Dix instructed the students to try and capture the glistening
on their canvasses, as he had done on the one he was showing them.
Brenda peered at the goings on through an overlap of two curtains at the back
of the couch. Kneeling, she poked her head through and closed them around her
neck with her hands underneath. She gazed at her mother in profile, bending
over with her ass on display, tits hanging down, those fascinating nipple rings
at their tips, and her mother's expressions which reflected arousal. Her
reverie was broken by a nudge at her cunt. "Vincent!" She realized. She
swatted back at him, holding the curtains around her head with one hand.
Vincent thought it was playful of her and nuzzled her some more. When she
connected with her fingers on his muzzle, he stopped, looked at her, looked
around, and sat back panting with his tongue hanging out.
Brenda thought that would be enough, and went on watching her mother. Then
three licks, one to the top inside of her left leg, then to her pussy, and
finally to the top of her right leg, caught her attention. With the stirrings
she was experiencing at the hands of the students all day, this warm, moist
raspy tongue was the most delicious feeling she ever felt. She untied the
sides of her bikini and pulled it aside, hoping Vincent would think to try
again. She felt the couch push down from the weight of his front paws on the
front edge of the cushion. Then she felt his breath as he vigorously sniveled
in her smells. Then he started to lick in earnest at her lips, straight up,
diagonally up in both directions, and occasionally turning his head totally
sideways.
Brenda's face turned beet red, then her expression turned to one of someone
about to go unconscious, as she gave herself over to the intense sensations
Vincent was creating between her legs. She put her head down onto her wrists
under the curtains and muffled a scream as the sensation overtook her and
washed her body with almost intolerable pleasure.
The juices she was producing caused Vincent to lap more insistently. He went
to curling his tongue and trying to insert it into her cunt to lap up the
juices at their source. Brenda wanted it to stop, and she wanted it to go on
forever. She opened her knees wider, as wide as they would go, to allow Vincent
the best access to her liquid treasure. His tongue stiffened to enter, then
snaked in alternating directions to scoop up its prize. This was more than her
inexperienced body could handle and she let out an audible "Ohunh!" as she was
coming. She quickly pulled her head in and muffled the following utterances on
the back of her wrist.
"Brenda, are you okay?" She heard her mother call.
She took a deep breath and called back through the curtain, "Yes Mom. Just a
surprise burp, that's all." Then she looked around at Vincent, who had jumped
up with his hind legs on the cushion edge, a glistening dark pink erection
poked out, and his front paws were on Brenda's back. She turned to sit out
from underneath him, and he let out a loud yelp as he caught his balance with
his paws on the back of the couch. Mr. Dix called out "Settle down Vinnie,
you'll get out soon enough."
"Oh no, don't bark Boy." Brenda pleaded softly. She put her hand on his cock
trying to make a vagina with her fingers. Vincent started to hump her hand.
Then she extended the tube by adding her other hand, when he started to
lubricate her palm with a fluid emission. She marveled at his strength, his
pace, and the swelling coming at the base of his cock, that he slammed into her
hand. He started to whine as he was approaching his climax. "Just a minute
boy." Mr. Dix called out. Then he came, a good quarter cup worth all over Mr.
Dix's couch.
Vincent got down and lay at the foot of Mr. Dix's chair, cleaning his cock up,
and probably trying to will his knot and erection down. Brenda sensed Mr. Dix
would be back to check on him shortly. She knew there was no time to find
where he kept his cleaning supplies so she used her robe to wipe up as much of
the mess as she could, then left the robe over the spot. She hurried to get
her bikini bottom back on and only had one side tied when she heard steps about
to reach the curtain. She dove to the floor beside Vincent to cover up the
sight of his erection with her body. She tucked the untied part of the suit
under her hip on the floor and began petting Vincent just as his master pulled
aside the curtain.
"I've got him calmed down now Mr. Dix. He'll be all right for awhile." Brenda
said, sweaty and hoping he didn't notice her heart beating hard against her
chest.
Thank you Brenda. I hope he isn't being too much of a pest." He said, giving
his living space a once over glance before heading back to his class.
Meanwhile, Marnie's cunt was like a steady seeping spring, and occasionally
dripped straight to the floor. She couldn't stop her thoughts: The first day
she was taken by Larcher and his son; the two young boys by the pool that
forced her to model for Polaroids; the movie set and pulling the train before
a camera; the Internet story illustrations; the conference room security
camera video, someone's photography at the company picnic; the boudoir photos
from the beach; yes, she had modeled before the camera before. Over the
months since she first ran into Larcher, she had sex with more men than most
women have in a lifetime. She reached the lowest limits of humiliation, and
the highest level of pleasure she could ever imagine. She had sex on her mind
most of the time, and couldn't get enough of it any more. Her body was at the
same time betraying her, while it was providing her with a vehicle to
experience pinnacles of pleasure. If her husband and their friends ever found
out, she would lose the life she had built for herself to this point. She
would be cast out and forced to live the life of the slut she feared she was
becoming. "Oh somebody paint my clit with one of those brushes for a minute
before I go out of my mind!" She screamed in her head.
"Mr. Dix, I'd like to start this all over. I've really messed up." One of his
students said.
"Okay Harold, but you are going to have to hurry, this class with this model is
about to end soon." Mr. Dix allowed.
The man set up a new canvas and hurried up to Marnie and began to map her rear
and nether area one last time. With his hands on her cheeks and his thumbs on
her labial lips going up and down, Marnie started to undulate her body
uncontrollably against his touch. He opened his eyes and instinctively put his
hand up to protect his head from her bucking rear. This put his fingers on her
clitoris and Marnie let out a wail of desperation, stiffened against his touch,
and then collapsed over on the floor in a fetal position, basking in the
afterglow and embarrassment of what she had just done in front of the students.
Mr. Dix hurried to her side. "Are you okay?" He said to her, then looked at
Harold accusingly, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "I don't know what
happened."
Marnie sat up. "Yes I'm fine thank you. It's nothing really."
"Well class is nearly over anyway, why don't you go get dressed." He said to
her, then addressed the class about blending the image they were painting, and
sent them on their way.
When he came back into his private area, he found the two of them dressed.
Brenda was fluffing the seat cushion on his couch and Marnie was fluffing out
her hair. "Thank you both. I'll get you a check. Assume I won't be needing
you tomorrow, unless you get a call before noon. You were great models. Maybe
we can do this again."
Brenda thanked him and bent down to kiss Vincent on the snout. Marnie shook Mr.
Dix's hand and smiled as sincerely as she could, considering how embarrassed
she still felt about the end of the last class.
Once in the car, Brenda said, "Thanks Mom. You helped me get my first modeling
job. I think you did great too."
"Sure honey, thanks. I can't wait to get home and settle down into a nice warm
bath." Marnie said.
"Me too. It was a long day." Brenda added.
"I don't know what it is about this modeling thing, but I'm dog tired." Marnie
said with a sigh.
"Me too." Brenda said with a giggle.
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