I was at a loose end and watching porn movies when I came across one where a group of women seduced a male model who had posed for a group as a live model.
I know it was fictional but it had me thinking about the possibilities of some fun posing for a woman’s group as a live art model.
I broached the idea with Tracey, who thought it sounded like fun if I could find the right opportunity. These things pay well, and with an expensive holiday approaching, a few extra quid would help.
I trawled the WWW and found plenty of groups in my general area advertising, I would prefer to travel a few miles so I could remain anonymous. Most requests were for mature men who would happily pose naked and with a good physique, preferably not fat, and with an upper age limit.
I fell into the category of men who could be considered. I sent off a CV and a few pictures of my swimwear and thought I looked OK and could be just what the groups wanted.
I specified that I was not shy and was happy to model naked and with other models if requested, with no restrictions.
I had replies from every group I mailed; some wanted naked photos, and others offered me an interview of sorts with the group to ascertain my suitability.
I sent naked photos to those who asked, taken tastefully by Tracey, so they showed off my limp cock, which at over six inches is pretty good.
One of the groups I visited was made up of both male and female artists. I was comfortable with it, but when I was asked to strip down in the flesh, the men felt a bit inadequate and voted against me because they wanted busty women.
Another group was a branch of golfing wives who set up a group to paint when their partner was out on the course. These women were wealthy and horny, leading dull lives, and married to businessmen who were either at work on their secretaries or on the course.
I attended the chat in tight, slim-fit jeans, a polo shirt, and trainers. The jeans did little to hide my bulge. The group consisted of a dozen women ages varying from mid-twenties to late fifties, all well dressed and good-looking, and from our initial chat up for some fun.
After the group chat, I went to see Linda, the group leader, who was a tall, attractive brunette wearing designer clothes and having long, slender legs. Linda was in her mid-thirties. She made sure I could see her tanned thighs and cream-coloured stocking tops by constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs.
Linda did that thing that ladies do with their shoes: with her legs crossed, she let her shoe swing from her toes on her dangling leg. This is so sexy, and then she let that shoe drop to the carpet, giving me a clear view of her sexy little, well-manicured toes, which had painted red nails visible through her silk cream stockings.
She set out the requirements agreed upon by her fellow members, which would involve me posing naked on a sofa in the conservatory of Sheila, surrounded by the group, who would paint me from various angles.
According to Linda, the women would let their hair down, be much more carefree, and have a tendency to consume a lot of wine and champagne, which could lead to raucous behaviour.
I noticed that Linda, who was sitting directly opposite me, took regular glances at my crotch.
I was certain Linda was hitting on me when she offered me a glass of wine, which we eventually shared to discuss the session. Her toes brushing my cock as she rested her stockinged foot on the edge of my chair between my legs made it even more obvious.
She was stroking my developing cock with her toes as we conversed and worked out the specifics.
Linda said, "I think the girls will enjoy painting your portrait, especially this part." She prodded my cock with her toes.
She was willing to consider a male and female pose with a group member at a later time if I was okay with that. She also agreed on a fee and the number of sessions she expected. Linda stood up and briefly left the room.
After a brief absence, Linda returned to the room and gave me a large folder, saying, "These are some paintings of our previous models."
With her foot back on the chair's edge and her toes caressing my cock, she reclined in her chair.
I was astounded by the ladies' incredible artistic talent and the quality of their work. However, I was taken aback by some of the nearly pornographic images in which the group members were nude and engaging in sexual acts with the male models.
"Am I supposed to do this?" I asked.
"That bit is up to you," Linda retorted. "Why don't you let me have a quick look at what the girls are going to be painting while you are here?" Linda asked, causing me to become a little uncomfortable as her toes continued to caress my cock, which was almost up to my waistband.
I declined the offer and suggested I leave, promising that they would not be disappointed and to ensure that they had plenty of paint with a cheeky grin.
Linda said, “The ladies in our group are all married but we all have husbands who spend more time on the golf course than on us, my husband is a once a month on a Sunday afternoon after golf and before lunch missionary position. No foreplay just stick it in shoot then he is done.”
I said. “Really?” Linda replied, “the women will do anything to alleviate their boredom, so watch out they are man eaters.”
The arrangement pleased me, and a date was established. The partners were going to be in an all-day tournament that day, so they would not be back until late.
I reported back to Tracey, who was happy with the money on offer but was worried that I would be naked in front of at least a dozen wealthy horny sexy housewives with little to do other than paint pictures of naked men. I didn’t mention at this time that I might be involved in a boy-girl setting and could get pornographic.
I went to Sheila's mansion two weeks later. The conservatory was the size of my house; it was enormous. The women drank from enormous crystal wine glasses and lounged in comfortable chairs reminiscent of cottages. They were boisterous and playful.
The women wore simple summer dresses and minimal other clothing casually. The chaise lounge, which was positioned in the middle of the spacious room, was surrounded by easels spaced five to six feet apart. Paints and brushes were placed on little tables next to each easel, which held a large poster-size board that resembled a blank canvas.
I made out ten women, the lean Linda being one of them; her dress was considerably shorter than the others, revealing her long, tanned legs and a low-cut neckline displaying impressive cleavage.
After being led to a separate room, I undressed and wrapped a small towel around my waist, barely covering anything. When I got there, I was dressed in a vest and shorts.
I was told to strike a pose, so I returned to the room, dropped the towel, and settled into the chaise lounge. I gave my cock a little pump to wake it up, so although it looked fat and long, it was not erect.
The women took their places after selecting a number from a pot that was appropriate for each position. It was to be expected that Linda could see straight ahead of me, a panoramic view of my entire body and cock.
After that, the ladies had two hours to finish the life portrait. The women had each drunk at least a bottle of wine, so when the allotted time was up, they were even more giddy. During the sitting, I heard a lot of comments about the size of my cock and what they would like to do to me; I thought that was drink and money talking.