I drew myself up to take first one tit and then the other in my greedy mouth, the milk dribbling down my chin as I thrust harder and harder into her welcoming vagina, enjoying the sensation of life returning to me, recognising that the crisis was over when, with the roar of a deeply satisfied man and a lusty cry of: “Fucking hell!” I released a stream of jizz that continued to spurt out for several seconds, then, with the spasms subsiding, I enjoyed one last deep suck on both tits, my fingers finally reaching out to rub those deliciously milky nipples as I sank back, both refreshed and exhausted.
That’s how my lovely French nurse saved my life – with daily ministrations of mother’s milk and lover’s cunt.
When the medics finally re-appeared a few weeks later, they found me more or less restored to health, though the wound in my leg was considered severe enough for me to be sent back to England by the last summer of the war and I never saw my French beauty again, though I remain forever grateful for her generosity in sharing her bountiful, abundant breasts with me.
Chapter Four
It was quite clear from the welcome that Captain Kenilworth Hardy was a regular at the Ritz for he was greeted deferentially by the maître d, who pretended not to notice that the Captain’s guest was barely dressed for the glittering elegance of one of the most famous restaurants in the capital.
The waiter poured champagne and the Captain started to tell me the story of how he had, like me, survived, taken first to an Army hospital and then back home to England and a convalescent home for officers.
If he remembered anything of that night in No Man’s Land, he said nothing, though there was no denying the slight air of sexual tension as he looked at me and smiled.
Whatever may have been about to develop between us though was brought to a halt by a voice across the room exclaiming: “Alex! What the hell are you doing here? Nobody told me you were in town!”
The man who rushed over to our table, pulling up a chair and sitting down without waiting to be invited, was tall, slim and saturnine, dressed in a beautifully cut dinner suit that hugged his slender limbs, his eyes so dark they were almost black, his hair slicked back and the curve of a sensual mouth accentuated by a thin black moustache.
He didn’t even seem to notice me as he launched into a barrage of questions for his friend. How long had he been back? Was he fully recovered? Had he seen this person and been to that party?
The Captain, however, attempted to bring me into the conversation with an introduction.
“Sebastian, this is Sergeant Fitzgerald. Sergeant Fitzgerald, this is my old school friend, Sebastian - Sebastian Browning.”
Those dark eyes swept over me, observed the shabbiness of my clothes in such grand surroundings and then the conversation was resumed, leaving me to sit and observe in silence as Mr Browning continued to bombard the Captain with questions before launching into a long catalogue of places he had been and people he was seeing.
But then, just as I was beginning to wonder how I could extricate myself from an increasingly dull evening without seeming rude, the unexpected guest suddenly turned to me and asked: “Did you ever model?”
“Seb – leave it. He’s not one of yours.” The Captain’s voice was suddenly curt.
“No seriously, Alex. I need a model for my latest project and – Fitzgerald did you say it was? – would be absolutely perfect.
“It’s two massive canvases, Love and War. Finding a girl for Aphrodite’s been no problem but Mars the God of War hasn’t been so easy.
“Look at him. He’d be ideal. The physique, the bone structure, the eyes.”
He turned to me again: “Come on old chap, what do you say? Don’t listen to Alex. He’s just a prig... or perhaps he has plans for you himself.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” the Captain replied, his tone increasingly tense. “If Fitzgerald wants to model for you, that’s none of my business.”
Again the artist turned to me: “So what do you say old sport? The pay’s good and to be honest, it looks like you could do with the extra cash in your pocket.
“Look. Just give it some thought. Here’s my card. If you fancy taking a look at what I do, just come round to my studio.
“Right Alex, I have to be off now. I’m sorry I interrupted - enjoy the champagne.”
He left but the mood of the evening had shifted somehow and the Captain now seemed uneasy, watching as I slipped the business card into my pocket.
We finished our champagne and shook hands as we left, both assuming we would never meet again.
Now that the war was over, we had nothing in common – not even, it would seem, a shared memory of a brief moment of warmth and passion in the face of death.
Chapter Five
The following morning was as bright, sharp and clear as its predecessor had been grey and chill.
As I looked around my shabby room, I remembered Browning’s words of the night before and realised he was right. I did need some cash and if posing for his painting was the only way to get some, what harm could there be in it?
By early afternoon I had persuaded myself of the good sense of his offer and dressed myself as smartly as I could for a meeting in fashionable Chelsea.
Only as I pressed the doorbell to his studio apartment did I begin to have second thoughts but it was too late now.
A manservant – middle aged, grey and aloof – answered the door and seemed to be expecting me for he pointed me through to the studio without question.
As I walked through the door, the artist, who had ben sitting at his easel, leaped up to greet me.
“Thank God you’re here old chap. I knew you’d turn up – or I hoped you would at least.”
He was dressed in a loose shirt that was open to reveal dark chest hair and his trousers were tight enough to accentuate a bulging groin, while his hair - so slick and formal the night before – now curled over his forehead, around his ears and, most excitingly, in the nape of his neck.
He was as devilish and beguiling as I recalled but today he smiled and the face that had seemed dangerous the night before now seemed almost playful.
“Now what’s your name? I can hardly call you Sergeant Fitzgerald can I?”
“It’s Albert, sir.”
“No sirs here old sport. I’m Sebastian if you want to be formal or just plain Seb to my friends. And I think you’ll be Bertie while you’re here.
“Now just sit back over here a while and I’ll finish what I’m doing. All right girls – back into position again.”
Up on a raised platform at the end of the room what a large divan, piled high with cushions.
A young woman reclined against the cushions, completely naked except for a wisp of chiffon that fell across one beautifully large firm breast, leaving the other completely exposed, and was then draped over her cunt.
Behind her stood another girl, much darker but just as naked, her breasts smaller and more pert.
“She appeared to be arranging the other girl’s long blonde hair, though neither moved an inch as Sebastian worked on the painting which I guessed was meant to represent Venus, Goddess of Love and her handmaid.
Eventually, the darker girl yawned and Sebastian said: “Okay, let’s take a break. Just relax for a while girls.”
I watched, fascinated as the darker of the two let her hand move down over her friend’s shoulder and towards her exposed right breast, her fingers toying with the nipple that responded eagerly to the expert touch.
The flimsy chiffon slipped away completely from the left breast and then the girl reached out to tweak that tit too as her friend sighed and said: “Oh yes Elsie, that’s lovely.”
“What else do you want Lilly?” Elsie asked. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
Without waiting for an answer, Lilly came round and got onto the bed, parting Lilly’s legs and
then going down to lightly lick her friend’s vulva, her tongue probing to part her labia as she writhed and moaned in increasing ecstasy.
At the same time, her hands reached up to take hold of Lilly’s beautiful breasts, squeezing and massaging, the nipples growing in response to her touch.
I became aware that Sebastian watched me as I watched the girls, his lips curled in an amused smile.
Then he stood up and said: “Come on girls, are you going to make room for an old friend?”
He walked over to the bed and the girls parted, making a space for him to lie between them.
First Lilly and then Elsie kissed him eagerly on the mouth as their hands reached inside his shirt, their fingers toying with the black curls of chest hair and pulling at his buttons before removing the shirt complete.
Next off were shoes, socks, trousers and pants, his boner standing proudly erect as he lay back and let first one girl and then the other take his glistening glans between their lips, each partaking of as much of that hard member as their mouths could accommodate.
While Elsie entertained herself with his hard as iron tool, Lilly encouraged Sebastian to take first one tit and then the other in his mouth, enjoying the sensation of him slurping noisily and greedily, taking the whole areola in and sucking enthusiastically.
Then both girls began to rub themselves against him, their ample jugs first pressed against his chest as they all kissed, snogged, nibble, and then it was their nipples pressed against his mouth, tickled by that devilish moustache, their hands rubbing his cock as he lay back and let them ravish him.
Then he looked up and said: “What’s wrong Bertie? You don’t want to join in? Go on Lilly – bring our new friend over. Nobody should ever feel left out here”
Lilly approached me and sat in my lap, taking her right breast in her hand and guiding it towards my lips.
“I took the nipple in my mouth, my teeth grazing and nibbling as she squealed with delight.
Then she stood up and pulled me to my feet, helping me out of shirt, vest, shoes, socks, trousers and shorts and then leading me to the bed where three pairs of hands pulled me onto the seductive dark red satin sheets.
Lips were pressed against my nipples, hands played with my erection and I enjoyed the sensation of two gorgeous pairs of tits being forced upon me.
Then Lilly was on her back, her legs wide open and my tool, slick with saliva and pre-cum slipped in easily.
As I took up a satisfying thrusting rhythm, I could see Elsie on her hands and knees, Sebastian taking her from behind, slapping her arse as he penetrated deeper and deeper.
Then he left her and came over to join me and Lilly, kissing me full on the mouth, his tongue dueling with mine as my cock buried itself hard into that willing pussy.
I too then disengaged as partners were swapped and Sebastian, now flat on his back, skewered Lilly with his still rock hard tool while I slipped my member into Elsie’s glistening cavern.
Only when I began to feel I could hold back the orgasm no longer did I withdraw, just in time for a thick, steaming load of jizz to explode on Sebastian’s ecstatic face.
Lily quickly dismounted and worked Sebastian’s cock with her hand and lips until he too shot his load, showering all four of us with a fountain of cum that spurted as Lilly continued to massage the cock until Sebastian pleaded for mercy.
Still she continued to work on it, though, until with one final mighty spasm, he deposited his final shower of man juice and I joined Lilly and Elsie in licking this bounty from the hairy chest, each enjoying the sweet taste of warm, fresh semen.
For a while we slumped in a sticky sweaty tangle, each exhausted by our exertions but then Sebastian broke the silence with: “Come on old chap, it wouldn’t do to leave the ladies unsatisfied.”
Heading straight between her legs, he began to suck lustily on Lilly’s already swollen and engorged clit while I returned to feast on the nipples, squeezing her breasts, tweaking and pulling as I forced as much as I could into my still hungry mouth.
Not wanting to be left out, Elsie positioned herself directly over Lilly’s face, letting her friend lick and suck at her glistening, moist cunt, her tongue shooting into Elsie just as Sebastian’s shot into hers.
Lilly writhed with intense pleasure as the force of tongues and fingers worked on her until, with a scream that was muffled only by the fact that she had a mouthful of Elsie’s pussy, she reached a mighty orgasm, her juices showering Sebastian’s face.
At the same moment, Elsie too arrived at her climax, thrashing about as Lilly’s probing tongue urged her on.
And much to my own surprise, I discovered that I too could contain myself no longer and shot one final load of semen into the mix, noticing with some satisfaction that Sebastian dipped a finger in, scooped some up and enjoyed the taste of fresh jizz on the tip of his tongue.
Only as we again slumped into exhausted indolence did I notice that the door to the studio was slightly ajar and that, in the darkness beyond I could see the silent manservant, no longer looking quite so severe.
With his trousers and shorts down round his ankles, he was observing his master’s entertainment and, completely absorbed in enjoying his own thrill of sexual pleasure, was wanking enthusiastically, simply smiling to himself and sighing softly as his cum gushed out and splattered onto the wall, one of the privileges, perhaps, of working for a man like Sebastian Browning...
Chapter Six
My first session as Sebastian’s new model was set for a few weeks later and proved to be far from arduous work.
The bed where the girls had posed and performed had been replaced by a low couch on which I had to recline like a weary warrior after a day in battle, my sword dangling from one hand and wearing nothing but a pair of Roman sandals laced up the calves and a loin cloth that barely covered by groin.
At my feet was a classical helmet and a large bronze shield that was in the ancient style, more fanciful than functional I guessed.
For the first few days Sebastian worked behind the canvas, sketching in charcoal and then adding the first daubs of paint, occasionally making conversation but generally working in almost complete silence, a look of intense concentration clouding his dark handsome face.
It was the fourth day that he finally looked up from his work and said: “Look old chap, this isn’t quite right. Can you do me a favour? Take off the loin cloth – let’s see if it works any better with you completely naked.”
I threw the slither of cloth to one side and settled back into my pose.
“Ah yes, that’s the beast I remember,” he smiled. “That’s looks like the sort of weapon a man of war might do some damage with.”
Then, as he set to work once more, he started to talk, telling me the story of his first sexual experience – presumably, I guessed, to ensure my cock lost none of its power to impress as he captured it on the canvas.
“I was a lad of around 15,” he recalled. “I was home from school for the holiday, living back in my old room on the nursery corridor, taking absolutely no notice of my younger sister’s governess, Fraulein Gerda, until the day I was passing her room and heard her cry.
“The door was open and I saw her collapse backwards onto a couch in what looked like some sort of faint.
“I ran in and leaning over her, asked if there was anything I could to assist.
“Her eyes fluttered open and she whispered: ‘It must have been the heat. Perhaps if you loosen my blouse just a little it will help.’
I fumbled with the buttons and pulled the blouse open to reveal snowy white breasts under a thin chemise, the pert pink nipples barely hidden by the decorative lace.
“I was about to step back, suddenly aware of an unexpected bulge between my legs, when she again whispered: ‘Feel my pulse Master Sebastian. I fear I may be having a palpitation.’
“My fingers instinctively stated to exert just a little pressure on that pert little dumpling and I could feel my young todger straining against the fabric of my trousers but just at that very minute we heard my sister running along the corridor and Fraulein Gerda made a miraculous recovery, leaping to her feet and re-arranging her blouse with such speed that by the time Georgina burst into the room, there was no indication of the scene hat had just played out – apart from the dull ache in my balls.”
Sebastian looked up from his work, clearly delighted to see that his story was having the desired effect on my manhood that now stood to attention, just he way he wanted it to.
“Nothing was said between us and for the next few days three was no suggestion that things might go any further,” he continued.
“But then, the following week, when my sister had gone into town with old nanny, I was again walking down the corridor when I heard the same cry as before and, running straight into her room, I found Fraulein Gerda, collapsed on her bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy see through wrap over her corset and lacy chemise.
“But the most striking effect was that although she was wearing white stockings held up by garters decorated with tiny pink rosebuds, she was wearing no drawers and as she had fallen onto her bed, the wrap had billowed open so that I could now see her pussy, pink and glistening under a neatly trimmed bush of dark curly hair.
“I went over to the bed and, without awaiting instruction, undid the bow of her wrap and pulled it back.
“‘Oh yes, Master Sebastian,’ she murmured. ‘I need air again, Loosen my stays just a little.’
“My fingers trembled with excitement as I unfastened the top three hooks and pulled back the lace of her chemise so that, for the first time, I got the chance to see the breasts completely exposed, her pink pert nipples standing erect and responding to the light tough of fingers that couldn’t resist the urge to touch.
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