Matthew Foxx, Male Model

Matt and Karen's next session was even more intimate than yesterday's. Whereas before she had required him to stand with one knee kneeling on a bed, today she had him lying flat on his back, his legs spread wide, his lower regions the focus of the painting. Not only were his cock and balls on display, but his anus was completely exposed.

He was not bothered in the least by the fact that this woman he had only met the day before was staring directly at the hairy pucker between his buttocks. Not only staring, but trying to portray it on canvas.

"You know, Matt," Karen said between brush strokes, "You are a real natural at this. If you like, I can spread your name around among some friends."

"I'll have to check with Holly first," he replied. The way Karen was sitting, one elbow resting on her thigh as she leaned towards the canvas, made the deep cleavage between her large breasts seem even deeper. Unlike yesterday, she did not have to . . . give him a helping hand . . . to maintain his erection. The sight of her yam-yams and the excitement of being so openly revealed to Karen's gaze kept him constantly erect.

"I have already checked," she told him. "She said it would be fine as long as you stick to the rules." She dabbed some more paint on. "Whatever those rules are."

Matt chuckled and shook his head. He should have known by then that Holly was always a step ahead of him. Usually two or three steps ahead. Thinking over the 'rules', he came to realize that by severely limiting his sexual contact with the clothed women he was around, it made his naked situation even more stimulating.

By the time the painting was almost done, Matt was leaking profusely and really needed some release. As if sensing his thoughts, Karen remarked, "Mmmm, you don't know how much I would like to wrap my lips around your cock." Matt would have liked that, too. She wasn't exactly what one would call a pretty woman. In fact, she resembled Kellyanne Conway somewhat. But just like Kellyanne Conway, Karen had a mouth that looked like it was made for cocksucking.

Those thoughts must have caused another globule of pre-cum to ooze from the slit in the head of his cock, for Karen laughed. "Now don't go having a 'hands-free' ejaculation. Holly will be accusing me of blowing you." She completed a few brush strokes before adding, "Although it might be worth her anger."

"If you keep talking like that," he warned her, "it might just happen. I might just cum without my dick being touched."

"Really?" she asked. "You think I could make you cum just by talking about giving you head. That would be so cool. All I'd have to do would be to talk about taking that big, beautiful cock of yours into my mouth. Sucking on it. Licking it. Worshipping it as I fondled your balls. Mmm, those balls. I bet the cum is just percolating inside your nuts right now. Brewing. Bubbling. Ready to burst out and fill some lucky girl's mouth with thick wads of warm, creamy spunk. Spunk to savor and swallow down. Oh, yes," she nodded, "I am definitely a swallower. I would love to swallow your load of sperm right now. Just say the word, and I'll be down on my knees sucking you off."

"Ka-ren!" Matt groaned, "You really have to stop."

"Ohhh, kay," she mock-pouted. "I'll behave."

The rest of the session was spent in silence, but every time she glanced over at his exposed genitals and anus, he felt on the verge of exploding. He really needed to get home and throw a quick fuck into the 'old lady'.