“‘Yes Master Sebastian,’ she purred. ‘You come to Mutti now like good boy.’
“And without further ado she pulled my head down and directed my mouth onto her left nipple.
“‘Suck, suck, mein darling boy,’ she whispered. ‘Suck Mutti’s tit like a good boy.’
“Needing no further encouragement I began to feast on those delicious twin mountains of pleasure, slobbering over the nipples, taking first one and then the other in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could while my hand went down and felt the curls around the opening to her cunt, then for the first time experiencing the pleasure of warm female juices on my fingers as I probed into the welcoming opening.
“At the same time, Fraulein Gerda had unbuttoned my shirt and managed to divest me of trousers and underwear, taking hold of my todger and giving me a good firm wank as she took me completely by surprise, beginning to suck on my nipples just as I had on hers.
“Then, pushing me back, she straddled me and guided me into her cunt, riding me with enthusiasm, rubbing her tits into my face, reaching down to squeeze my balls until I could hold back no longer and, somehow managing to throw her over, we rolled across the bed so she was below me and I thrust deeply and energetically as my virginal jizz pumped into her and she screamed with orgasmic passion.”
At this point Sebastian put down his paintbrush and looked up, taking in my now fully erect cock with the appreciative eye of the connoisseur.
“That’s it for today,” he smiled. “You can get dressed now. The money’s in the envelope where it always is. Shall we say the same time tomorrow?”
Chapter Seven
“Of course, Fraulein Gerda wasn’t my only sexual tutor at that time,” Sebastian said as he picked up the thread of his story at the start of the next day’s session.
“She taught me everything I know about the cunt and how to give it pleasure and there were many more times that I was called in to assist her in her fainting moments, always with plenty of tit fun and instruction in the art of cunnilingus – you know, I can still taste her German juices to this day.
“But what she didn’t know about was the lessons I was also getting from Tommy, the old gardener’s young and very handsome assistant – handsome in an earthy, sweaty, dirt under the finger nails sort of way you understand.
“Tommy didn’t mind me hanging around the potting shed during the holidays and didn’t even seem to notice me when, on a hot summer’s afternoon, he would pull his shirt over his head, exposing massive beefy arms, a rippling stomach and the biggest, hardest pectoral muscles you could imagine, with a neat diamond of man hair nesting in the deep cleft between his handsome tits.
“But one day I perhaps looked too openly and enthusiastically because, as he threw that sweaty shirt to one side, he said: ‘What you looking at boy? Haven’t you ever seen a real man before? Don’t they have anything like this at that fancy school of yours?’
“He swaggered over to me in the semi darkness and as he grabbed hold of my arm I could see the beads of sweat running down his chest, glinting on the neat and enticing patch of hair, and I inhaled the deeply satisfying aroma of his damp body.
“But them I saw danger in his eyes as he let go of my arm, unfastened his flies and pulled out a boner that would have done a shire horse proud in its length and girth.
“I stood there fascinated as he approached me again, forcing me to my knees and thrusting that glorious nob into a mouth that was only too willing to receive this precious gift.
“I tried not to gag as I took more and more in, slurping as he groaned with pleasure and I fumbled with the flies of my own trousers and pulled them and my under shorts down, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do next.
“I got to my feet and leaned over the potting shed table, knocking plants and pots to the shed floor as I braced myself, ready to take that massive cock right where I wanted it.
“Tommy needed no invitation and he slicked my hole with fingers wet with saliva and then started to grind his way in, my anus yielding slowly and at first painfully until, with a decisive thrust, he was firmly in and able to establish a steady and satisfying rhythm, his hand reaching round to grab my own erection and work at it so that as his seed pumped into my arse, my own splattered across the table and onto the dirt floor.
“Suddenly no longer so powerful, he slumped against my back and I could feel his stubble as he gently kissed the back of my neck, not quite the gesture of the brute he had been just seconds before.
“I was only a young lad though and after what seemed like only a few minutes my inexperienced beast was ready for action again and, pushing Tommy onto the floor and onto his back, I parted his massive thighs and did some planting of my own, ramming my eager todger right into him as he encouraged me with firm, stinging and very exciting slaps on my bottom.
“Of course I came quickly this first time but over the next few weeks of the summer vacation I would return to the potting shed for more lessons in planting seed and the best way to guarantee satisfaction.”
He smiled, delighted once again to see that his story had worked its magic.
“Now then old chap, shall we take a quick break? If you slip back into that loincloth I’ll ring for the butler. We wouldn’t want to scare the poor fellow with that mighty monster of yours – not that I imagine he wouldn’t like to get his hands on it if he could, the randy old bugger“
Chapter Eight
There were many more stories over the next few weeks – tales of easy artists’ models, high society sluts and even one old High Court judge who wouldn’t allow kissing but would unfasten his shirt so that while Sebastian fucked him from behind he could also reach round and play with his chest.
“The hairiest chest I ever encountered,” Sebastian laughed. “It was like screwing a gorilla, massive old man tits covered with a white forest of thick fur. You’d have loved it old chap. You really had to dig deep to find the big old nipples, which he liked to have pulled and tweaked really hard while I gave him a good rear end rodgering. I’d really have liked to have come round front and given those tits of his a good sucking but he was having none of that and once the portrait was finished he left and never came back for more. I bet they didn’t know about any of that in the Court of Appeal!
“Mind you, he did send his wife along and she proved to be just as insatiable as the old goat himself. And I have to say that there’s nothing like a pair of leathery old jugs for a bit of extra fun. They may have been down round her waist once I’d got her corset loosened but those big old nipples really did responding to flicking and licking like none I’ve ever known.
“She’d ride me on that couch you’re lying on now, forcing those old dugs into my mouth and making me suck as hard as I could while my cock rattled round her dry old cunny. Good times – and there’s nothing like knowing you’ve satisfied both husband and wife with your efforts, artistic and sexual.”
Chapter Nine
As the weeks progressed, the stories became less frequent and Sebastian’s concentration on the job intensified.
He would sit at the easel for hours, only looking up occasionally, barely aware that I was still there as he focused on the details of the portrait.
Winter gave way to spring and the studio, with its vast overhead window would heat up like a greenhouse, making it almost impossible for me to stay awake as the hours passed.
It was one of those days of bright blue skies and blazing sun that filled the studio with heat and seemed to interfere with Sebastian’s concentration.
Already he had pulled open his usually neat tie and wrenched off his stiff collar, sending the studs flying – I tried not to look too excited by this small erotic detail – and next he unfastened his waistcoat and then undid the top four buttons of his shirt to expose the hairy chest I hadn’t seen since that afternoon many months before when we had entertained Lil
ly and Elsie.
He worked on feverishly, occasionally running his hands through his black hair and then suddenly he threw his brush across the studio floor and exclaimed: “Fuck this! It’s just not there today. I need inspiration... ”
Suddenly, he seemed to recall that he wasn’t alone and, looking across and smiling, he said: “I think we could both do with a break. What do you say to a five minute breather?”
He stood up, stretched languidly, rubbed his hand across his damp chest and wandered over to the big bay window that looked down onto the street.
For a moment he didn’t move but them he turned and came over to the coach where I was still lying and sat down beside me.
“You know, it’s a funny thing old chap but even after al these months, I really don’t feel I know that much about you,” he said.
“Well, there’s not much to know,” I replied. “I’m just the model.”
“Oh there’s no just about it,” Sebastian said. “You’ve inspired me to do some of my best work ever and you’ve never complained about the long hours or the boredom. I at least feel I owe you something.”
Slowly his hand reached out and his fingers touched my arm lightly, just a friendly gesture perhaps but now the air was filled with a sultry tension, an atmosphere heady with anticipation.
He leaned forward and, for the first time since that afternoon of passionate fun with the two girls, his lips brushed lightly against mine, his moustache tickling a little just as I remembered.
He nibbled at my lips while gently running a hand over my chest and then his tongue darted into my mouth and sought out its playfellow, each teasing and probing as we sighed together at the thought of pleasures to come.
Unable to resist his gentle advances, my fingers sought out the hairy chest as we continued to kiss and then I pulled away to move down and take a nipple in my mouth, tugging and teasing while my fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons, pulled down his bracers and then pulling the shirt clear of his beautiful big shoulders, revealing the big broad chest and abs, defined by dark curls that had to be touched and played with while he struggle out of shoes, socks, trousers and underwear, finally releasing the dark sturdy cock I had fantasised about through my many weeks of naked enforce idleness, listening to stories that had stirred my imagination and creating that delicious tingling sensation in my loins.
As though he read my mind, he took his beautiful engorged member in his hand and guided it between my lips, my tongue licking the glans and enjoying the sweet salty taste of pre cum before I swallowed as much of the shaft as possible, taking it to the very back of my throat, willing him to insert it as much as he could.
“Oh Bertie,” I heard him whisper. “Take every part of me, enjoy my body, my soul... ”
I returned to his tits that were now standing erect and began to feast first on one and then on the other as he groaned and writhed beneath me.
Then I rose above him and placed my right nipple against his lips, encouraging him to suck as I had just sucked him before moving up so that I could now take my cock and bush it against his panting, open mouth, playing with him before finally allowing him to take his first mouthful.
He took it just as enthusiastically as I had swallowed his, his lips sliding up and down the shaft, lubricating it ready for the activity to come, making it slick with saliva.
So great was our concentration that we had not noticed that the valet, as silent as ever, had entered the studio and, after witnessing the sucking, groaning action, had taken off his trousers and pants and now stood by the couch with his fully erect knob in his hand, at exactly the right height for me to reach forward and suck just as Sebastian was sucking on mine.
The sensation was gloriously intense and I knew now what I wanted to happen next, just moving down slightly so that I could sit on Sebastian’s rock hard tool and still enjoy the deeply satisfying feeling of the valet’s sturdy cock banging into my mouth.
Sebastian took my penis and began to masturbate me, concentrating on the shaft with one hand while cupping and squeezing my balls with the other.
Only when I felt I might come too soon do I rise from Sebastian’s cock and, getting to my feet, pulled at the valet’s shirt to reveal a smooth hard chest, very different to his master’s hairy frame but no less appealing.
While Sebastian started to kiss the valet on the lips with a familiarity that demonstrated this was no one off occasion, his hands reaching down to give the servant’s tool some good hard tugs.
I concentrated on the man’s nipples for a while, biting and chewing, before getting behind him, squatting on my knees and thrusting my tongue into his anus, working up a froth of lubricating saliva, ideal for the next moment when I rose again, bent him forward and rammed my cock into his arse.
Leaping up onto the couch, Sebastian now forced his member with equal urgency into the valet’s mouth and we both established an insistent rhythm, giving him no chance to plead for mercy as we reached simultaneous orgasm, Sebastian’s cum squirting into his man’s mouth while my jizz flooded his anus.
We both collapsed onto the couch laughing as we watched the valet gasping for breath as we finished our assault, though a few minutes later Sebastian went down on his knees and, sucking the still hard cock brought the valet to quick climax, removing his lips just in time for him to squirt his man juices across us all, showering us with spunk.
Knowing his place, the servant then gathered his clothes together and walked out of the room with all the calm assurance of a man who might just as well have been serving afternoon tea and cucumber sandwiches.
We remained as we were, naked and slick with sweat and cum and we lay in each other’s exhausted arms for a while but both knew we had unfinished business that had been interrupted by the servant’s intrusion, welcome though it may have been.
Wrapping arms tightly around each other, we began to kiss again, lips against lips, mouths opening as tongues slid against each other and our cocks stirred to new impatient life.
Sebastian lay beneath me and he opened his legs wide, his calves up on my shoulders so that I could enter him and fill him with a second harvest of sperm that gushed out with surprising force.
Then, turning so I was away from his handsome face that I could have kissed forever, I pierced myself on his solid member and rode the cock until, with a noise that started with a groan and ended in a cry of pure passion, he too filled me with his juices and our activities came to a hot, sweaty conclusion, our two penises completely spent and flaccid after so much activity.
We finished our afternoon of pleasure by sharing a bath, cleansing ourselves of the residue of the afternoon’s exertions, laughing as we soaped each other, making the most of every opportunity to kiss and fondle slippery bodies.
It was as we dried each other with big white towels that Sebastian said: “You do know that this is the end don’t you? This was our parting gift to each other. The painting is all but finished and I don’t need you to model any more – and after today’s activities you’d be too much of a distraction. I don’t know how I’ve kept my hands off you for so long.”
“I suppose I knew it would have to come to an end soon,” I replied. “There’ll be more work out there somewhere now the weather’s turned. Labouring might not seem such a bad deal in the sunshine and it’s an honest living for a man who needs the cash.”
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about digging ditches or anything like that, though I might quite like to see you muscled and dirty in a stained vest as you sweat under the hot sun, rubbing yourself down and then stripping for a cooling shower - where I would join you, of course,” Sebastian laughed.
“I have a letter for you – from an old friend I suppose you’d say. It only arrived yesterday and I at least wanted one afternoon of pleasure with you before letting you go to somebody who’ll love you for more than just
that spectacular todger of yours.”
He walked over to a bureau, opened a drawer and took out a letter that he watched me read as he started to dress.
“My dear Fitzgerald,” the letter started, “I do hope you don’t mind me contacting you through Sebastian but I knew you had been working with him and hoped you might still be visiting the studio occasionally.
“The last time we met, that night at the Ritz, we never really had a full chance to catch up or for me to express my true and deep gratitude for the fact that you once saved my life.
“I hope now that I might be able to make amends and perhaps do even more if you are still looking for work, as I believe you were last year.
“I am intending to travel to America very soon and need a personal valet to accompany me.
“As it is going to be a journey of some duration I need somebody I know I will get along with and somebody I can trust to look after me and I rather hoped that you would be agreeable to taking up the post yourself.
“I am currently back at the Great Hall so if you were interested, simply take the train down –there’s no need to make any appointment. I’ll be here.
“I sincerely hope you give my offer your serious consideration and I look forward to seeing you soon.”
“Yours, Alex.”
As I finished he letter I looked up and saw Sebastian smiling as he fastened the final button his waistcoat.
“Good news I rather think,” he said. “I suspect our friend Alex has been down in the country fretting about what we’ve been getting up to.
“If it’s the offer I think it is, you’d be a fool to turn it down. Alex could be your ticket out of the past, the chance to start a new life.”
He came over and kissed me lightly, helping me to button my shirt, his fingers briefly slipping under the fabric to give a nipple one final playful tweak.
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