The Artist

Chapter One-5

I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down across from Francoise. “I met someone today who turned me on sexually. I was on the verge of having an orgasm just looking at her. I inquired if she was for hire to model. She gave me her card. I intend to have her over within the next few days. I would like to pick a time when you and my father will not be here.”

“Now you have my curiosity. Can’t I participate in whatever it is you have in mind for her?”

“I can’t be certain she will go to bed with me. We talked about her modeling not prostituting. If I can convince her to have s*x with me, I’ll cut you in the next time.”

“That’s fair enough. I’ll speak with Reginald and work out a time that you can be alone.”

“May I interest you in some afternoon delight?” I asked.

“Only if you’ll let me put on my dildo.”

“You have a dildo?” I incredulously inquired.

“Yes. I think the assistant Reginald sends over is either gay or bisexual. He brought one over shortly after we began our sessions and requested I use it on him. It seems like it’s the only way he can get off. He does everything I command him to do to please me. When I’m completely satisfied, I put on the dildo and do him in the ass. He screams with pleasure and delight as I move in and out of him.”

“I can’t wait to meet this guy. You’re making me horny with all this talk about dildos. Let’s go to bed.”

“I think I would like to take a shower first,” she insisted.

I was amenable to that idea. Francoise went into her bedroom and stripped down. I stripped down in my bedroom and put on a robe. Then I dropped the robe in the bathroom and got into the shower. Moments later, Francoise entered. She put her arms around me and we kissed. As we had our lips joined in a tight lock, she reached between my legs and began to manipulate me. I let my hand fall down on her ass. I reached between her legs until my fingers found her vulva. I couldn’t tell if she was producing lubricant or if the shower water was running off her body. She slid down my body and took a kneeling position. I put my legs over her shoulders and pinned her against the shower wall. My hands moved to the back of her head. I pulled her mouth into my p***y. She was flicking her tongue all over my vulva. She began to lick my c**t. I had an intense orgasm that had me squirting all over her face. With the shower water running down, she wasn’t wise to what had just happened. She knew that I had an intense orgasm, but she didn’t know how intense. I released her from my leg lock and helped her up. I turned off the water and handed her a towel. We dried off and walked into the bedroom. I had her sit on the side of the bed. I knelt down in front of her. “Tell me what you would like me to do.” Without saying a word, she put her hands behind my head and moved me close to her waiting folds. I could see the secretion beginning to pour out in anticipation of having my lips and tongue making contact. I teased her for several moments by licking and kissing the insides of her thighs. When she finally couldn’t stand it any longer, she put her hands behind my head and forced me into her p***y. She was really excited. She began to make those primitive sounds I was so accustomed to hearing in the past. Going to bed with Francoise is always a toe curling experience.