The Artist

Chapter One-2

Fran wasn’t planning on being with Serge and me this evening. I decided to invite him to dinner. I was developing an attraction for him beside the physical. I wanted to get to learn more about him.

When Serge arrived, I didn’t even let him take off his coat. He said that there were some things he wanted to tell me about the inquiries he had made today. There were several restaurants within walking distance from my condo. I asked Serge if there was one particular one he could recommend.

“Yes. I would recommend the Lounge Royal Restaurant. It’s located on the Champs Elysees near the Arc of Triumph.”

“That’s within walking distance. Let’s go.” We walked the several blocks to the restaurant. When we arrived, the Maitre d recognized me from dining there in the past. I was an especially good tipper. He seated us in a very advantageous table. We ordered drinks and began to look over the menu. When our drinks arrived, we placed our order. I began to query Serge about his inquiries at the university today. He said that he approached two women who he knew were in a lesbian relationship. They indicated they were interested in meeting with us.

“I told them I would get back to them after I met with you,” he said. “They asked me if I was one of the participants. When I told them I was, they said that they were about to approach me about meeting with them. I’ve known both of them for more than a year. They are in my theater program.”

“What do they look like?” I inquired.

“They are young, thin and pretty. If I didn’t know their s****l orientation, I would have been tempted to ask one of them out on a date. Now, I guess, I’ll get to experience both of them.”

I got a feeling of jealously. Serge and I weren’t an item, but I have been having s*x with him these past few months. I decided to share my feelings for him. “I want you to know something. Over the past months, I’ve become very fond of you. Do you have any feeling for me or am I just a convenient employer?”

He took a pause and then he said. “I have found having s*x with you is more than just the physical act. I must tell you that’s how it is with Fran, but not with you.” He took a slight pause. “I have to level with you. Something has come up recently, that may interfere with my coming over for the next few months. As you know, I am a theater major. As part of that program, I am required to audition for the fall play. Even if I don’t get cast in one of the major rolls, I will still be required to participate in a small roll or do supporting staff work on the production. I’ll try to spend as much time as my calendar will allow. I will miss our nightly meetings.”

Not having these meetings will put a deficit in my life. I looked forward to them. Not having Serge participating will take a certain amount of excitement out of the meetings for me. “I want you to know something. I have enjoyed what I’ve had with Fran and you over the past weeks. I have especially enjoyed my time with you. You were the first man in my life that I looked forward to seeing on a regular basis. I don’t know what that means exactly, but it must mean something.”

We finished our dinner and had a few more drinks. Then we walked back to my condo. I wanted to get Serge in bed for a one on one. Every time in the past we had s*x, Fran was always there.

“I don’t expect to get paid tonight,” he said as he was taking off his clothes. “The dinner was payment enough. Besides, I want to, for once, just concentrate on just making love to you. When Fran was with us, I felt an obligation to please her as well.”

He picked me up in his arms and laid me on the bed. He parted my legs and climbed in. We kissed with a sincere passion. He moved down my body and spent a considerable time sucking the n*****s on my breasts. I was beginning to secrete liquid from my v****a in anticipation of having his mouth lock on my vulva. He gave me little kisses and bites on my inner thighs. I was going crazy expecting the touch of his tongue. With his hand, he moved aside my pubic hair and locked his lips on my clit. My body immediately went into an orgasmic spasm. His oral maneuvers should be taught in a s*x class. I wanted to feel his c**k in me. I reached down and took his head between my hands and signaled for him to move up. When the head of his c**k touched the sensitive lips of my vulva, I began to orgasm before he even entered me. I took his c**k in my hand and guided it between the folds. It rubbed against my clit as it slid in. I could feel the muscles deep within my body take hold of it. We were throbbing in unison. He would slowly slide out as my body would rise up to receive him back into the depth of my vaginal cavity. As he continued this movement, he rose up and took one of my breasts into his mouth. The two sensations were launching me into a euphoric orgasm. This was the epitome of any s****l pleasure I had ever received in the past. He announced that he was going to come. Those words in my ear resulted in my having multi orgasms. When the frenzy subsided, we lay together in a satisfied tranquility.

The next day, I didn’t want to get out of bed. All of my energy was spent from the night before. Finally, I dragged my body out and drove to a late class. I ran into Fran in the cafeteria. I inquired how her night with the professor turned out.

“After we had two hours of s*x, she confessed that she thought she was falling in love with me. I asked her if she had ever participated in any group s****l activity. She said that she hadn’t, but had fantasies of doing it in the past. I mentioned our little group. I invited her to join us one evening. She said if I was going to be there, she would be interested. She wants to see me again tonight. I told her I would be there. That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I have some things on my calendar for tomorrow anyway. By the way, Serge isn’t going to be spending time with us tomorrow. He has commitments at the university. Anyway, I’ll see you when I see you.” I left the cafeteria and went to my next class.

That evening, I sent out and had some dinner delivered. When I finished eating, I sat down and began reading a book I had started a few weeks ago. I no sooner read about three pages when a knock came at my door. I looked through the security hole in the door. Standing there was a young man I recognized from the university. I opened the door and he introduced himself.

“My name is Lorenzo. I attend the university. Serge gave me your address and told me to come by this evening. He said you would be all alone and may need some company. He also told me that you are an art student and could possibly use me to model for you.” He took a pause. “Would you be interested in using me for this evening?”

I opened the door wider and let him come in. I was feeling somewhat horny, so I thought I would put him to the test. “I’m not so much interested in having you model, but I could use your s****l talents. I would like to ask you a few questions.”

“I would be glad to answer any questions you put to me.”

“Good. First I want to ensure that you are not a virgin. Secondly, when was the last time you were checked for STD’s, and third, do you consider yourself dominate or submissive?”

“I can assure you I am not a virgin. As a matter of record, I was checked at the university clinic last week. I have been prostituting myself for the past few months in order to pay my tuition. My father cut off my finances. So I get checked to assure everything is alright. Third, I can be whatever you would desire me to be.”

“When you have s*x with me, I want you to play the submissive role. You will do everything I command you to do immediately. Otherwise, I will be forced to punish you. Are you alright with that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You may begin by taking off all your clothes. I want to see your body.” He was twenty two years old and had a perfectly formed body. In addition to that he was well endowed. When he was completely stripped down, I had him lay supine on the bed. I took my time taking off my clothes. He watched me with interest. When I dropped my panties to the floor, he reached out and touched my vulva. His index finger slipped through my pubic hair and titillated my clit. I stood there for a few minutes while he used his fingers to pleasure me. I began to secrete. I moved onto the bed and climbed over his face. I ordered him to use his tongue. I rubbed my wet vulva over his face as he licked my folds. After I had an orgasm, I moved down on his body and grabbed his c**k with my hand. I moved it around my vulva and clit until I orgasmed once again. I slipped his c**k into my vaginal hole and slowly moved vertically. He moved in unison with my movement. I bent over him and allowed his mouth to attach to my left breast. Both of my n*****s became erect. He moved his lips from one breast to the other. The movement of his c**k was deep inside me, and the sucking of my breasts sent waves of pleasure through every inch of my body. I could feel his c**k begin to pulsate.

In a weak voice he said, “I’m coming.”

Those words had me explode with pleasure. I could feel the vibrations down to my toes. There was enough energy released between the two of us that could have powered the city of Paris. I collapsed on top of him. As long as he was erect, I moved my body around extracting every ounce of pleasure possible. We continued in that position for more than forty-five minutes. Finally, I climbed off of him and we lay side by side. For several minutes, neither of us said anything. I broke the silence. “I have a little group that meets from time to time. I would like you to participate. However, there is one caveat, as long as you are a member of our group, you can’t prostitute yourself elsewhere. Are you okay with that?”

He took a moment to digest what I just told him. “I have one wealthy client. She is a widow and in her fifties. I would like to keep her. Would that be possible? She has been paying a good portion of my tuition.

“When are you required to see her?

“I usually spend Saturday afternoons with her. Sometimes, we don’t engage in s*x, we just sit and talk. She has taken an interest in my education.”

There is a pause in the conversation. “Right now, our group consists of three participants. We have been meeting nightly. We are all university students. I am going to insist that we limit our activities to two nights a week. We all need to spend more time on our studies. As long as your meeting with your wealthy client doesn’t interfere with our group meetings, we will allow you to participate. Of course, you will be paid for your participation. I insist, however, that she will be your only diversion. Is that agreed?”

“Yes, I agree.”

“Good. Give me your phone number. I will call you and let you know when we are going to meet again.” They got out of bed. Adele insisted that they shower. Lorenzo put his hands all over her touching every erogenous zone of Adele’s body. She had three more orgasms during the fifteen minute shower. At one point, he kissed her. When he slipped his tongue between her lips and deep into her mouth, she grabbed hold of his ass and pulled him into her. He got a semi erection. The presence of his c**k between her legs ignited an inner fire. She knew deep down, Lorenzo was going to be an important part of their little group.