Nick stared in wonder at the painting before him. The Kandinsky was an amazing chaos of color and stood out from the others in the museum. As he studied the random paint patterns, he felt a presence behind him. He turned slightly and quickly glanced over his shoulder. A tall redheaded woman was similarly gazing at the masterpiece.

"Incredible, isn't it?" Her beautiful face was a study of concentration as her eyes roamed over the large canvas. "Critics think of these as haphazard spills of paint, but in truth, they are crafted by a genius.

Nick nodded his affirmation.

"I agree. There's no one like him. He proves that art needs no subject as long as it evokes feelings in the viewer. His works do exactly that."

The woman smiled silkily and stepped up until she was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with Nick. He could smell her expensive perfume and briefly turned from the painting to look at her. Her face was beautiful: perfect as far as complexion and proportion. Her high cheekbones implied Nordic roots, as did her natural, crimson tresses. But her aquiline nose and full lips indicated a more southerly European lineage. Either way, she was gorgeous.

"And what feelings does this evoke in you, if you don't mind."

She slowly turned her head to look at him directly. Her bemused expression hinted at a playfulness that he found inviting. Her pale blue eyes sparkled with her question.

"Since you ask, I get a mix of passion and anger, if that makes any sense. Unlike some of his works, this one is busy with color and motion. Almost like he was venting. But then I feel it also represents passion, as if he were making mad love and this is the result...a climax. What are your thoughts?"

"Hmmm. To me, it shouts energy. I see the passion and yes, it is almost sexual."

She pointed to a section of the canvas.

"Especially here. These forms are dynamic, but sensual at the same time. It turns me on, to be honest."

Nick nodded his head and smiled.

"I'm Nick, by the way. I rarely talk to someone who understands and loves this kind of art. That sounds so pompous, I know, but I've studied this genre for years and even dabble in it. You're pushing all the right buttons for me."

Nick felt a stirring in his groin as he took in her well-proportioned form.

"Nice to meet you, Nick. I'm Jaime. So, are you an artist?"

"I am. That's how I make my meager living. I come here often to look and sometimes copy artists. Of course, with Kandinsky one can copy his style but his actual paintings are impossible to replicate."

And that is how it started. A brief encounter with a Kandinsky was followed by coffee and more. Their conversation led to an invitation to his studio flat nearby where he worked and lived.

Subsequently, Nick found her to be informed, witty, and gorgeous. Her expensive clothing hinted discreetly at a voluptuous body underneath.

Jaime was not only beautiful but also rich and a patron of the arts at her relatively young age. She eventually related that she had been married to a wealthy Texas oilman who left her well off when he died a couple of years before from a massive heart attack. Now, at forty, she collected art to adorn one of her three "homes." Her Fifth Avenue apartment in New York was filled with expensive pieces she and her husband had purchased over time. Three years in an exclusive art school left her unfulfilled when she had to quit after her marriage and move to Texas. Life there was luxurious but boring. With the death of her husband, she was catching up on what she had missed.

Nick attracted her for a variety of reasons. First, he was handsome and had an aura of mystery about him. And, he was an actual artist. When he invited her to his studio, she was amazed at the extent of his talent for all types of art: oils, pastels, and sculpture. She discovered that he made a decent living from his work. He had traveled extensively as indicated by the paintings depicting people and places worldwide.

So, wine in hand, he showed her his work after apologizing for the unmade bed and breakfast dishes in the sink.

"This piece looks familiar." She stood before an easel holding an oil painting rich with heavy strokes and swirls.

"It's similar to a Van Gogh I'm working on. It's one of his less familiar pieces. Everybody does variations of Starry Night and Sunflowers, but this street scene in Arles, France, is something he might have done. I like working in the style of different artists as well as copying their work."

"You could have fooled me. It looks like a Van Gogh. You have definitely captured his style. I'm impressed. It does look like an original, but of course, I'm no expert."

"Here are pictures of similar oils of the same subject." Nick handed her a heavy coffee table book of Dutch art opened at a page with large photographs of originals by Van Gogh. They looked to be from the same palette.

"You could do forgeries. This is amazing."

Nick only smiled.

"In essence, that's what I do. But of course, I can't sell them as such. That would be illegal."

Illegal or not, it was how he made most of his money: selling forgeries on the Black Market.

One glass of wine led to another and soon they were toasting their newfound friendship. Jaime had removed her light blazer revealing a pair of large breasts straining against her satin blouse. The view was not lost on Nick, and he struggled to maintain eye contact when they were first unveiled. Her erect nipples only enhanced his imagination of what it would be like to see them up close.

He decided to be forward.

"Jaime, if I may be so bold, you are lovely. I would be thrilled if you would sit for me. Would you mind? Just a few quick sketches. It won't take but a few minutes."

"You mean now? Umm, sure, I guess. I don't have to be anywhere. I'm flattered."

Why don't you sit here, on this stool? Yes like that. Look toward the window." As he spoke, Nick quickly grabbed a sketch pad and charcoal pencil and began making quick strokes. In minutes he had a likeness with just a few brief strokes, and he showed her.

"This is amazing! Wow, you are good. I'd like to commission you. Would you be willing to do a portrait? I'd pay you well."

"Of course. We can talk about money later. I'd love to paint you. In fact, we could start now. The light is perfect this time of day. Just a start. How would you like to pose?"

Jaime paused for a few seconds and then pointed to a painting on an easel.

"Like this."

Nick smiled. "You want me to do you as a nude?'

I know that sounds forward, but yes. I've always wanted a nude and before I get too old. Besides, you're a professional. I'm sure you've seen lots of naked bodies posing for you. Is that okay?"

And so Nick directed Jaime to a screened area where she could disrobe. In seconds she emerged without a stich covering her flawless physique. Freed from the confines of her bra, her beautiful breasts capped with large, pink nipples jiggled enticingly from her torso. Her tiny waist and slim hips only served to accentuate her large bust. A triangle of fine red pubic hair hid the treasures between her legs.

"Lying, sitting, standing? You tell me."

"How about lying on your unmade bed? Sort of a sultry pose, like I've just had sex." She smiled as if she had a naughty secret

"Sounds good. Get comfortable on the bed. By the way, the sheets are clean. I just never made the bed this morning. I'll get set up. It will just take a minute or two."

Jaime lounged on the bed. She lay on her side, her head propped up by a bent arm and one breast mashed into the sheets while the other proudly displayed itself. Her legs were slightly crossed, hiding her lovely bush discreetly.

"How's this? Or should I spread my legs? Nothing naughty. Just a hint of what lies there."

"That would be perfect. Here, like this."

Nick tenderly adjusted her limbs slightly so that Jaime was in a classic pose. He eyed her large clitoris hiding in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Jaime unconsciously pinched her exposed nipple and it responded by growing slightly as her nub hardened.

Nick first quickly sketched her form in charcoal pencil and then picked up his brushes and began adding quick strokes in oil. He had painted many nudes in his career, but none quite as beautiful as Jaime. Her voluptuous body was a far cry from the fleshy, slightly rotund models of the ancients. Jaime's large breasts and trimmed maidenhair were a modern variation on an old theme.

As he painted, they chatted casually. Nick knew how to put a model at ease, and Jaime seemed to have no trouble relaxing. Periodically, she tweaked her exposed nipple.

"I like the look of my nipples when they swell, not to mention how good it feels. They're two of my best assets, or so I've been told. I love having my breasts played with, but maybe I'm revealing too much. It's been a while since I've been naked in front of a handsome man."

"You have a fantastic figure, Jaime. i hope you like how I'm portraying it."

As he spoke, Jaime casually reached down and adjusted her legs. Nick glanced over and it appeared she was covering that area with her hand. But then he realized she was stroking her clitoris. Her legs separated slightly as she ran her fingers over her pubic area. Nick's reaction was visible as his cock grew uncomfortably against the restraints of his briefs.

He stopped and smiled. He set the brushes down, walked over to the bed, and sat.

"Maybe we should stop for today. I'm starting to lose the light. We can continue at your convenience, though. I have nothing important on my schedule for a few days if you are available."

"How about right now?" Jaime reached her arm around his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips met, lightly at first and then mashed together in a passionate kiss. Nick opened his mouth as her writhing tongue found his. Jaime rolled onto her back and Nick immediately began removing his clothing while fondling and kissing her heaving breasts, her stomach, and the rest of her voluptuous body as he did so. With her help, he was soon out of his shirt and had his pants unbuttoned,

Jaime had not had sex in weeks, and her juices were instantly flowing. She felt Nick's large hands move from her breasts to her groin, and she reacted quickly by tonguing his ear and moaning her delight. She reached down and audibly gasped when her hand lightly touched his semi-rigid cock. She tried to gauge the size without looking, but it felt huge. Uncontrollably, she lightly stroked him once or twice, and it seemed to grow even bigger.

Nick was awed by the writhing form in his grasp. Her slightly upturned nipples stood erect and begged to be sucked. He stood to kick off his pants and underwear. Jaime sat up and stared at the thick appendage in her hand.

"Oh, my Lord." The plum-sized circumcised helmet was inches from her shocked face. She automatically gripped his shaft again and stroked it, her fingers unable to touch her thumb due to its thickness.

"My god! You have a huge cock, Nick. It's a little scary. I don't think I've ever seen one this big...anywhere. Not even on the internet."

"Don't worry, Jaime. We'll proceed slowly. I promise to be gentle. It is big, I know, but I'll let you set the limits."

He gently rolled her over and lay beside her, kissing her, their tongues toying with one another's. Jaime's hand continued to stroke his meaty cock as she pressed her breasts into his muscular chest. She ran her hand down to the base of his cock and gasped as a good five or six thick inches protruded from her fist.

"I'm not sure this big bat will fit in me without tearing me apart. Maybe we should just cuddle."

Nick was beyond cuddling. He had heard this concern before, and he knew how to deal with it. He smiled and then slowly worked his lips down Jaime's body until his face was buried in her red bush. He gently parted her legs and after admiring her fleshy pussy lips and large clitoris, began by kissing and licking her there.

Jaime threw her head back and moaned at the first sensations of his tongue in her cunt. It had been so long, she told him. She craned her neck to watch and ran her fingers through his thick curly hair as he concentrated on her pussy. Jaime cooed and moaned her approval, her body jerking on occasion when he hit a sensitive spot In minutes his face was covered in her shiny juices. He continued in this fashion for a good five minutes before finally sliding up and kissing her with his glistening face.

Jaime felt a rigid insistence at the opening to her vagina, and she watched uncertainly as Nick worked the large crown capping his cock up and down her slit. After several false attempts, she felt the fat head separate her labia and find her sweet spot. A moment of fear struck her as she felt him slowly slide halfway in and then slide back until only the head remained.

"How are you doing? Are you okay?" Nick kissed her gently and looked at her with concern. Jaime had a mix of fear and pleasure on her face.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just go slowly until I get used to you. You are so big, but it feels wonderful at the same time. I've never been with anyone so large. Oh! Wow! You are finding places no one has been before."

Nick was on his knees so he could better control his motions and watch as his thick cock slid in and out of Jaime's pussy. Her inner lips clung to him like a second skin as he withdrew each time. A white good formed on his cock from Jaime's abundant juices. Her legs were now upright and her hands gripped his ass, pulling him into her as she met him stroke for stroke with steady thrusts of her hips. She spread her legs wide so her knees were by her head and gave him free access to her. Nick began to seriously fuck her with abandon. Jaime's breasts bounced up and down painfully until she pinned them to her chest with her forearms.

"Oh my god! It's been so long since I've been fucked. I'd forgotten what it feels like to have sex with a real man. You're going to make me cum soon. I love it!"

Nick slid down beside her and twisted her so that she was on her side. Now he could fuck her from behind and fondle those magnificent tits at the same time. Once or twice he slipped out of her and Jaime quickly reached down to reinsert him. Soon their fucking became frenzied and noisy, the sounds of moaning and their flesh slapping together in unbridled passion. Jaime suddenly screamed and froze as her body began to jerk in spasms of joy. She pushed back and held him buried in her, her ass pressed against his groin.

"Oh, fuck! Right there. I'm cumming. Jesus, I needed this. Don't move. Just hold it there."

Jaime's entire torso was shaking and quivering as the orgasm started in her brain and overtook her until even her toes curled uncontrollably. Nick could feel her cunt muscles gripping him as he held her. Finally, he felt her body relax and she only moaned while catching her breath. He waited a moment or two and then slowly started fucking her again, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her honey channel now slick with her orgasm.

Jaime sensed what was happening and repositioned herself, rolling to her knees in front of him so Nick could fuck her more easily. He knelt behind her and grabbed her by the hips, gradually increasing his tempo until he was pumping in and out of her in earnest, his groin slamming into her perfectly round, meaty ass. Each thrust initiated a ripple of flesh through her buttocks like a shock wave. Jaime was moaning and grabbing handfuls of the bedding as if she were hanging on for dear life. Her brain was completely on fire now as ten inches of hard cock repeatedly slammed into her.

And even though she was overcome with the pleasurable pounding she was receiving, she found her voice once again and issued one more throaty request.

"Go ahead and cum in me, Honey. It's too late for precautions now, and besides, I'm on birth control. I want to feel you shoot all your sweet sperm in my pussy. Oh my god. You fuck so good, Nick. Ummm, I can tell you are getting close. Wow, you are so deep this way. I swear I can feel you in my throat. Cum in me when you are ready, Sweetie."

Nick was blessed with not only a long and thick cock, but a large urethra, that channel that carries sperm through the penis and into a willing vagina. His climaxes resulted in forceful eruptions and copious amounts of ejaculation. That large channel on the bottom of his cock throbbed with creamy cum when he finally let it go.

And as he watched his shaft sliding in and out of Jaime's cunt, he realized this was going to be a big one. But her encouragement put him over the top. Nick felt an insistent jolt of excitement begin in his large testicles and race into his cock as a thick stream of sperm shot into Jaime's sopping pussy. He gave her two or three more forceful pumps and then held himself buried in her as the cum raced out of his cock and into her cunt.

Jaime felt like she was getting filled to overflowing, and she was. Nick waited until he felt his cock begin to soften and then he slowly backed out of her, her fertile valley now reddened from the physicality of their sex. A large glob of cum dripped from her contracting orifice onto the bed. Nick rubbed his fat cock head against the now milky white opening and inserted it part way in, fucking her with just the gooey crown.

Jaime could take no more. "I give," she giggled and collapsed on the bed and then turned over on her back to protect herself from another invasion. Nick lay beside her on his side, his head propped by a bent arm. He kissed her full lips and fondled her big tits, now partially draped to the side of her rib cage.

"We made quite a mess. I don't think I've ever cum quite so much. That was incredible, Jaime."

"I may need crutches to get out of here. At the very least, I'll be walking bow-legged for a while. That is some missile you've got there, mister. You should get a tattoo on your stomach with a warning, "danger below."

She reached down and squeezed his still large but now flaccid cock. Her hand was immediately coated with sticky cum and pussy juice. She stroked him a couple of times and then licked her fingers before putting them in Nick's mouth.

"Yumm. A taste of honey...or possibly heaven. I need to remember this recipe.

"I have a confession to make." Jaime kissed him playfully. "Can you keep a secret?" She held a finger to her lips in a gesture of conspiracy and silence.

"Sure. Secrets are my forte."

"I've wanted to do this for some time with you. I've watched you at the gallery many times. There's something about you that I can't quite figure out, but I guessed you'd be great in bed, and I'm not disappointed. Is that terrible of me?"

"I'm flattered. And I'm certainly not disappointed. I thought I had seen you before, but I wasn't sure. So you've been stalking me? Should I be worried?"

"No, but I have a sneaky suspicion that you have another side to your artwork that interests me."

"And what would that be?"

Jaime smiled and kissed him on the nose. She lay there for some time gathering her thoughts before she proceeded.

"Okay, I'll just come out with it. I think you are more than an artist. I think you forge artwork. You copy the styles of great artists and produce forgeries. You're very deceptive. You even sometimes cover the "original" with another canvas of some cheesy JC Penny landscape and your accomplices "discover" expensive artwork hidden underneath."

"I'm not that clever, but thank you for the compliment."

"Oh, I think you are just that clever. You see, I bought one of your 'hidden gems,' but at a greatly reduced rate. A very wealthy friend of mine who is a newbie to fine art purchased what he thought was a steal, and it was. It was supposedly an original from the Dutch school of the 15th century–Van Eyck. Only much later did he discover that it was likely an excellent forgery and worth, shall we say, considerably less than an actual Van Eyck. I gave him a fraction of what he paid for it because I felt sorry for him, and I loved the painting. He was too embarrassed to hang it, and even though he paid what most people would consider a fortune for it, the money was a drop in the bucket. But it got me thinking about the person who created it. And it took me a while, but my research led me to you."

Nick said nothing. He smiled and then laughed.

"You grossly overestimate my talents. I'm unsure what made you think of me, but I'm sorry to disappoint you. If that is why you picked me out, this was all on pretenses."

"Wait. Before you protest too much, hear me out. I have a proposal for you."

And Jaime laid out her scheme. Nick listened to her proposal with a wry smile on his face. She had, of course, pegged him to a T, but he was not admitting anything at this point. Still, he had to wonder. If she knew about his forgeries, who else might have figured out his schemes? Most of his fakes were based on more modern and obscure artists. The Van Eyck was a stretch, and even though it was a good fake, trying to forge Renaissance masters was a whole different level. It came with bigger challenges and risks.

But he had to admit, her idea was a clever one. If carried out, it would likely make him wealthy enough to never worry about money again. He could live on the Riviera like a king. But could he trust her?

"So that's it in a nutshell. It is foolproof if done right, and since you are the talent but the idea is mine, we split 50-50. A bonus for me is getting occasional relief from you with that magic sausage of yours. And speaking of which, I think my little plan has got you excited. My, my, how you have grown little Nicky. How about I try to get my lips around you while you think about this? Hmmm? My pussy is still a little sore, but I've been told my blowjobs are unparalleled."

Jaime soon had a swollen penis stuffing her mouth as she fellated Nick like an Amsterdam whore. When he was finally about to cum, she wrapped her lips tightly around him and applied the "Hoover." She spilled not a drop. Thankfully, his first orgasm had diminished his reservoirs so she didn't choke on it.

If Nick wasn't convinced before, he was now. But that was his cock talking–not his brain.

Hard to argue with a woman who can suck the proverbial golf ball through a garden hose, he thought to himself.

"You are full of interesting ideas, Jaime. Even if your assertions were true, I'd be wary. This can land a person behind bars with Bubba as a roommate. Regardless, I will think about this, and we'll talk again."

But he had to admit he was thinking ahead. He was about to be paired with this incredible woman in more ways than one.

Chap. 2

The plan involved forgeries purported to be undiscovered masterpieces and famous works of art hidden since WWII. Nick would create them in the style of artists from various periods, and Jaime would market them to a select group of the new, ultra-wealthy Gen Zers and Millenials who were the nouveau riche of the day. Technology and the Bitcoin phenomenon were turning kids into billionaires with immature impulses.

Jaime's departed husband had left her with ample wealth, but she decided to have some fun with her money. She was bored and needed action now that she was single. Using an alias as a precaution, she enlisted financial advisors who introduced her to disappointing conservative approaches to growing her wealth. She was more interested in some of the questionable schemes of the financial whiz kids who were dominating the news with unbelievable stories of success. Millions were chump change to them...at least on paper. They traded in head-spinning quantities of funds...mostly achieved in cyberspace in ways that only a few understood or risked. Jaime knew how to use her head, but found that giving head yielded better results. Her skills in the bedroom allowed her to get insider information about trading tactics. But not all of them were strictly legal. And then she got the idea she proposed to Nick.

She noted that many of these overnight billionaires, as adept as they were with technology and amassing wealth, were social misfits. Culture and art were lost on them. Their niche lifestyles were more suited for success at computer gaming than anything else. Jaime saw this gap as an opportunity.

Her interest in fine art and culture and their obvious ignorance of those things made her speculate if she could use her knowledge as leverage with them. Respect for culture was not part of growing up for many of the nerdy types she met, and she capitalized on that void.

She carefully cultivated the idea that an understanding of the arts was a critical pathway to social success. She introduced some of the wealthier techies to the theater and museums, and soon their pictures were makng the society pages. Jaime did her best to stay out of the limelight even as her influence continued to grow. In the process she learned much about the cryptocurrency phenomenon and ingratiated herself with the big traders. Those who showed an interest in the arts were eventually rewarded with sex as well. And those men she carefully groomed. They may not have loved the opera, but the show afterward with Jaime was worth any pain they had to endure.

She convinced several such men that if they truly wanted respect and admiration, they needed to support worthy causes. And she would be their tutor. Who could say no to a vivacious redhead who was not only beautiful and sexy, but also intelligent and sophisticated? One quality she had that most didn't recognize, however, was her cunning.

She introduced her acolytes to fine art, fine wines, and even fine sex. It was all a preliminary to her ultimate goal: personal wealth. She soon had them buying expensive and rare items to decorate their spacious but sterile mansions. Jaime had an underlying plan in mind, but the details needed work.  In the meantime, it was a game to her to have them eating out of her hand, not to mention other more private areas.

She knew that exceptionality appealed to their egos. if they could have something that no one else could have, they'd spare no cost.

Her plan involved acquiring impossibly rare artworks that would inflate their egos if not shout out their success. The only problem was that many might be Black Market items so everything had to be on the QT. Even so, her pupils salivated at the thought. It was like a competition. The money was meaningless. It was all about winning.

As a result, she developed a small but loyal following of the greediest of the bunch. Her beauty and brains opened doors, but when she applied her bedroom skills, men became slaves to her. She specifically singled out young, geeky, entrepreneurs. Three, in particular, were groomed for her sting. Each received a similar proposition from her.

"You know...you have all this wealth that is piling up and not being put to use. What if I knew a way you could own something that no one else can get, not even families who have owned their wealth for generations? You would own something truly special–one-of-a-kind things that even kings couldn't have."

She counted on their immaturity and pure greed. Even when she explained that they likely would not be able to acknowledge these possessions publicly, they agreed. Wealth does not necessarily breed common sense. And it was amazing what a night with Jaime could do to eliminate any traces of that rare quality. As the saying goes, common sense is not necessarily common, especially in the grips of a voluptuous siren.

The final step was to develop a bidding war among those who bought her spiel. Since they could not talk about it either before or after a potential purchase, Jaime was confident it could be done in complete secrecy. Blabbing about their criminal activity would remove any chance of success and possibly alert authorities.

Jefferson Stansberry was one of her victims. His acumen for computers started when he was a toddler. By seven he was building his own devices from pieces/parts of discarded pc's and game consoles. He dropped out of school at seventeen and started his own company at eighteen. By twenty-one he was a multi-millionaire and finally moved out of his parents' garage where he had been quietly building an empire for two years. He bought a multi-million dollar mansion and moved his parents into the guest cottage, a 3000 sq. ft. casita on the property.

He had never dated or had real girlfriends, so when Jaime met him, he was an easy mark. By the time she got around to letting him fuck her regularly, he was helpless in her grasp. Jefferson wasn't bad-looking, but his mannerisms and appearance screamed geek. Jaime met him at a crypto convention, and, like most men, he was instantly smitten with her.

Their meeting wasn't by accident. Even though it was early in his meteoric rise in the industry, Jaime knew all about him. from industry newsletters and blogs. She did her research.

So after a flirting conversation with him on the convention floor, she invited him to her hotel room, ostensibly to talk about markets and such.

"I'm a bit of a newcomer, but I'm motivated," she told him. "Maybe you can explain a few things to me. But first, let's relax and have a drink or two. I'm probably a bit too old for you, so imagine me as a curious relative you just discovered. I hope you don't think of me as an old lady. And you are very handsome, Jefferson. I'm partial to young, handsome men."

When she removed the sweater she had been wearing in the overly air-conditioned convention hall, he finally got a good look at her serious cleavage and a plunging neckline. He knew from the way her cardigan was filled out that she had some huge hooters, but now Jaime's nipples stood at full attention in her silky dress. Her sheer bra did little to hide those assets.

Unable to coax him to kiss her as they chatted on her settee, Jaime finally took the reins and initiated an innocent kiss.

"Would you mind if I kissed you? You look so handsome sitting there."

What started as a motherly peck soon became an open-mouthed groveling on the couch. Within minutes, Jefferson had his hands all over Jaime and his face planted between those gravity-defying mounds. Her age, apparently, was not an issue.

As inept as Jefferson was, Jaime whispered enough instructions that even a horny teenager could follow. Her praises only sealed his fate. She knew exactly how to make him her slave. She cooed and moaned as he groped her like a billy goat in heat, and she wasted no time in massagiing his cock through his pants before finally bringing it out for air

"Oh, Honey, come to Momma! Look at you. You have such a nice penis. So hard! I had no idea you'd be this big. Look at how little my hand is in comparison. Would you mind if I put it in my mouth? You look so delicious. I'm sorry if I'm being too forward, but I can't resist looking at you and your stiff cock. You are bringing out the naughty little girl in me."

Jaime bent over and eyeing him, slowly descended on him. It was thick. And leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Jaime had to stretch to fit it between her brightly painted red lips even with his premature lubrication. A little flattery as she fellated him was all she needed to convince him that he was a wonderful find.

"Look at how big and hard you are, Honey. I can barely fit you in my mouth. I bet you've made lots of girls happy with this big missile of yours. Would you mind if we got on the bed? It would be more comfortable."

He couldn't get there fast enough.

While he wasn't exactly a virgin, this was the first time he could call it sex. Previous occasions had either been with prostitutes, his hand, or artificial devices.

Within minutes, if not seconds, Jefferson Stansberry was on his back and shooting a pent-up load of sperm into the waiting mouth of a real, live (definitely not virtual) goddess. She was now on her knees on her king-sized hotel bed cleaning up his orgasm with her mouth and tongue. After a brief respite and some cuddling, she removed the rest of his clothing and then did a sultry striptease before joining him on the bed. Smiling, she slowly stroked and kissed him back to life. In no time she had him ready for round two as he feasted on her firm mounds.

"That feels wonderful, Jefferson, but would you consider putting your big penis in my little pussy. You are making me so hot."

"Um, sure. If that's what you want." He was dizzy with excitement. He was about to actually fuck a beautiful woman at her request, and for free.

"You really know how to get a woman excited, Honey. I'm so horny. You just need to go slowly. If you get too excited, let me know and I have a trick or two to keep you from cumming until later." She was now on her back, naked, with her legs spread and her trimmed red-haired labia beckoning him.

He situated himself between her legs and nervously stroked himself. As often as he had watched fucking on porn sites, he was unsure how to proceed first-hand.

"Let me help, Honey."

Jaime reached up and grabbed him by the shaft. She directed his rigid cock into her moist opening until the head separated her fleshy pussy lips. He easily slipped into her sweet spot as her labia separated and gripped him. Smiling, she raised her hips and grabbed him by the butt cheeks to pull him inside her.

"And there you are. Right where you should be: buried in a nice wet cunt. Ummm, you feel so nice. I'm so glad we met."

What Jefferson lacked in experience, he compensated with enthusiasm. He began fucking her with quick thrusts, grunting like a bull elk. Sweat had formed on his brow as Jaime reached up and pulled his face into her breasts.

"No need to hurry, Honey. Slow down a little and suck on my nipples while you fuck me. Yes, just like that. Mmmm. You fuck so good. This is wonderful. I can't remember when I've ever felt this good. You are a wonderful lover, Jefferson."

Whenever he seemed to be getting close, Jaime would reach down and grip his cock tightly around the base. Finally, she knew he was going to cum no matter what, so she faked a huge orgasm and whispered in his ear.

"Oh fuck, Honey. I'm cumming. Cum with me, Sweetie. Shoot it in me. Let me have it. God, you feel so good."  

He pounded her furiously for three or four strokes and then held his cock buried deeply in her. Jaime reached around and gripped his ass. Her ring finger slipped between his butt cheeks searching for his asshole. When she felt the first spurt enter her, she wormed her finger into him there. Jefferson jerked at the unexpected intrusion and then let go with a huge spurt as she massaged his prostate with her finger.

"That's it. Oh my god! You are cumming so much. Good boy. Get it all out."

And he did. She drained him. But thanks to youthful vigor, he fucked her two more times before he finally received a kiss good-bye and her door closed on him as he headed to his room.

Ch. 3

From that point on, whatever Jaime wanted, she got. And despite his initial awkwardness, Jaime soon had him trained to be a pussy-eating Casanova who loved to please her.

During their now frequent bouts of sex, Jaime moaned her praises convincingly, and Jefferson's pride swelled. He would probably kill for her at that point. Jaime knew every button to push.

"Oh, Sweetie. You eat my cunt so well. I've already had two climaxes and I think another one is coming soon. Why don't you slide up and put your big cock back in me? Hmmm? I love to feel your wonderful prick sliding in and out of me. And don't forget about my tits. I love it when you suck on them."

And delirious with pleasure, he would follow her instructions to the letter. He had learned to hold off his orgasms until Jaime gave the okay. It was during one of these heats of passion with her young lover when his face was buried between her legs that she mentioned she had a secret to share with him.

"Jefferson, you deserve a reward for your lovemaking, Honey. Mmmm, yes. Right there. Your tongue is wonderful, Honey. I learned about some wonderful artwork you might be interested in. Oh fuck, yes. That is so naughty when you lick me there. Don't worry. I love it. Mmmm, you naughty boy. No one has ever done that to me before. If you can make me cum, I'll share my secret with you. But I need to glaze your face first."

The trap had been set. After Jaime convincingly faked another climax, she fellated her young lover and then breathlessly commenced to reveal her secret.

When Jefferson first heard about a treasure trove of lost art hidden since WWII in a European subterranean vault purportedly stolen by a former Nazi's family, he was instantly intrigued. The provenance of the pieces was without question, according to Jaime. She had enlisted the aid of numerous experts who concurred that the artwork in question had been missing for decades and would be worth a fortune today to whoever found it. Of course, it was all Black Market stuff. The original owners were long dead, but their heirs were alive and still looking for their treasures. Even so, that was part of the excitement. Forbidden fruit always tastes better.

Jefferson had learned at an early age to defy rules. He had hacked into his school district's files to change grades for friends...at a cost. It was lucrative and so easy. And since he was never caught, he had no remorse. Buying stolen priceless works of art was a natural consequence on a grander scale of those earlier actions. He didn't think he was smarter than everyone else; he knew he was.

The paintings were said to be from various periods and artists, which is where Nick came in. He not only had the skill set to recreate such works but also the ability to fool even renowned experts despite that Van Eyck mistake. He avoided modern chemicals and pigments for the paints he used, recreating ancient formulas and colors. His background in chemistry and art combined with his talents with a brush were exactly what Jaime had been seeking. It didn't hurt that he was handsome and blessed with a mouth-watering cock. Once he accepted her offer, she frequented his studio to check on his progress as well as scratch a few itches for both of them.

Jaime's trustworthiness was questionable regarding her dealmaking, he felt. But there was no mistaking her skills in bed. Nick had to repeatedly tell himself he needed to think with his brain and not his penis. Regardless, when she began disrobing or whispering naughty instructions in his ear, all but one particular part of him melted. She was a master manipulator.

Her relationship with her crypto nerds was a case in point. If she could fool them, no doubt she could fool him.

Once Jaime had Jefferson in her grasp, she use the same tactics with a couple of his competitors and put them in a potential bidding war. By now, it wasn't so much about the money for her–it was the thrill of the chase, not to mention the feeling of power that motivated her. And she was getting regular sex that seemed to improve with each of them. She was a good tutor in more ways than one.

Jaime continued to hype her victims with hints about the paintings, teasing them with updates about possible deal-making. Since they were war spoils, they couldn't be bought on an open market. They rightfully belonged to the families who originally owned them. If found, it was true their value would be off the charts due to their backstory, the fact that they were originals, and inflation of the currency. Best of all, the new owners would have to keep them a secret, so as great forgeries their true provenance might never be uncovered.

Fortunately for Nick, the paintings were famous enough that he was able to find photographs of them. Besides, he could create "unknown" works by those same artists. He also had access to other works by those artists to copy their differing styles and artistic idiosyncrasies. He threw away any copies that didn't satisfy his high standards.

In time, he had created a dozen paintings ready to market. The process had been lengthy and complicated. Creating art hundreds of years old is no small matter. He had them in temporary frames. When sold, they would be carefully rolled up as if cut out of the original frames.

Now they needed a plausible story regarding their discovery. Nick would be the middle-man who represented the current possessor of the paintings who would remain anonymous. The story was that the paintings had been discovered by a British general at the end of the war among a trove of Nazi booty hidden in a secret, man-made vault deep in a German mountainside. He had secretly transported them to his estate in England. As an expert in the field, he cherry-picked only the finest of the loot knowing that he would never be able to share his discoveries. No matter, he selfishly enjoyed them until his death when the family finally learned of their true history. His deathbed confession convinced the family to discreetly sell them to avoid scandal and shame to their famous brand. They hoped to market them in the US as a further precaution to protect their name.

Jaime arranged for a discreet online viewing to begin the process so that the bidders would not know the identity of their competitors. They were all sworn to secrecy in theory, but trust among them was non-existent. Their technical skills were reminders that despite extensive security measures, disclosure of what they were doing could ruin them, not to mention result in jail sentences.

Nick handled the preliminary questions and together, he and Jaime conducted the auction. By the end of the evening, all twelve forgeries had been sold at eye-opening prices, all paid in untraceable cryptocurrency. All three bidders were successful at some point, but Jefferson easily had spent the most for six of the twelve "masterpieces." In total, the three bidders spent the equivalent of two hundred million dollars for their prizes. This was a king's ransom to most people but nothing to them in the long run.

The final arrangements were made for the delivery of the canvases. Once received the money would be transferred to prearranged overseas bank accounts and all traces of the transactions would disappear. Eventually, the money would end up in Switzerland. Swiss banks can be very discreet.

Jaime and Nick celebrated with a late-night dinner, champagne, and wild sex in their hotel suite. It was only then that she revealed her real name. Nick was not surprised at the announcement. In fact, he had long thought that parts of her backstory were untrue.

"I suspected something of this sort all along. You have always been cautious. So, what else do I need to know?"

"Well, you should know that I have made arrangements that include you. That is if you are interested."

"Go on. I'm listening"

"I found a beautiful chateau on the Mediterranean in Italy for sale. I have temporarily rented it, but it is within our means now. It has a wonderful area that could serve as a studio. Maybe you could give me art lessons. I've always wanted to express myself on canvas. I think I have something I can offer as payment."

They lay in bed, naked, kissing and fondling one another.

"But first, why don't I show you what I mean?"

Jaime kissed Nick first on the lips and then worked her way down to his penis, still sticky with their recent love juices. Gripping him in her small hand, she raised his wonderful tool to her lips and inserted it in her mouth. Once again she struggled to get more than the fat crown between her lips, but with effort, she managed to encompass nearly half of it.

After fellating him for several minutes, she looked up and smiled.

"I'm looking forward to many more days with you, Nick, if you are willing. No formalities need to take place. We could just live together until either of us tires of the arrangement. I have two one-way tickets to Rome in my purse. We need to wrap up a few things here and then we are free. What do you say?"

"How about if you put this one-eyed tube of mine in your sweet pussy first and let me feel your ass bouncing on my thighs for a while. I need a tiny bit more persuading."

And she did. In no time they were locked together in passion, Jaime's tight pussy clinging to Nick's thick cock and creaming his shaft with her sweet goo before they came together in a mind-shattering climax. Afterward, they lay together, her breasts mashed into his chest and her leg thrown over his.

She looked up at him and kissed him sweetly.

"I guess that answers my question. Let's see how much we like Italy."