It was a beauty.  A Goldilocks cock, not too long, not too short, not too thick, not too thin, but just right.  As he removed his robe, it curved gracefully from the base of his belly.  Hairless, exaggerating it's length.  Firm but not erect.  The long foreskin indicating the promise of a big knob.  It was warm in the room, his hairless balls hung heavily beneath.

There was a murder of admiration from the room, not just for his beautiful appendage, he was a handsome man.  Probably late thirties, toned muscles but not muscular.  He could have been the inspiration for Michelangelo's David, except for his magnificent family jewels.

We were at an art class.  Life drawing.  I had done ‘A’ level art at school, I had an A*.  My teacher had been full of praise and had urged me to pursue it as a career.  According to him, I was able to quicky capture the essence of my subject.  So I knew my way around a paintbrush.  But I was really there for the naked men.  As I suspect, were many of the other pupils, they were all women.  I had found it to be a good source for picking up fit young men.

Class over, he had now put the robe back on and accompanied by the teacher, also female, was looking at the various impressions of the naked form.  Some quite, well, impressionist.  As he  inspected my efforts I slipped a note into his hand.

“Would you be interested in modelling just for me?  One to one.”

And my name and mobile number.

I am fifty-three, divorced and I like sex.  I don't look my age, I have managed to keep in good shape.  I had tried to find men to satisfy my needs, but dating sites had not been a success.  I was not looking for a soulmate, I was looking for sex.  Most dating sites had offered up older men looking for partners.  I had tried swingers sites, but had only had offers from kinky old men, or much younger men who could not pull in the conventional way.

Then I had a brainwave.  By joining a life drawing class, I could audition men nude.  The first time that I attended, the model had been female.  I was disapointed.  I do appreciate the female form, but this one was very young and I envy the firm flesh and perky tits.  The teacher said that I had captured her essence.  These people obviously work from the same script.

After that, I only attended if the model was a male.  This particular Adonis was my thirteenth attempt.  Only four of the previous candidates had responded.  Two of those had walked out when I revealed my true motive.  Another had been quite possibly the worst fuck of my life and the fourth had fucked me to oblivion.  Compared to my experience of both dating sites and swingers sites, I considered that a good hit rate.

I had hoped for more, why would any male turn down free, no-strings cunt?  But I suppose some would have been gay, how else could a man be naked in a room full of lusting women, hormones pumping, phemerones fizzing, without getting a hard on? Others perhaps simply in love with themselves.  But if I could entice this one, I would be delighted.  And I'm an optimist.

A few days later, I received a text.

“Yes, I will model for you.”

He gave his rates.  He wasn't cheap.  Yes, I know.  I could pay escorts to fuck me.  Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back.  It might have been cheaper.  But there was a sporting element in what I was doing, and added buzz.

He turned up at the appointed time, declined coffee, stripped off on the bathroom and came into my ‘studio’ just wearing his robe.  My studio is a spare bedroom, on the same floor as my bedroom, the one with the king sized bed.  I explained the pose that I was looking for and he discarded the robe.  Wow!  All that lovely male flesh and nobody here but me.

I was wearing a very short denim skirt and a T shirt.  Nothing else.   My nipples clearly visible, trying to bore holes through the thin fabric.  I was seated, legs apart.  He would have been able to see my cunt, perhaps even see how wet it was.  I did sketch him, but with his cock erect.  Then asked if he needed a break.  He put his robe back on.  Damn.  He asked how it was going, could he see?  Crunch time.  This was when my failures had dressed and left.

He laughed.  Good sign.

“I think you've been a bit kind to me,” he said.  “Is that how you imagine it?”

“That's how I would prefer to see it.”

I replied.  I leaned into to him and kissed him on the mouth, reaching under the robe for his cock.  He returned the kiss and cupped a tit.  Jackpot!  We went into my bedroom.

There was the obligatory snog, with his body pressed against mine, his cock now hard against me, and his hands on my buttocks.  He broke the kiss and took the hem of my T shirt.  I raised my arms so that he could remove it.  We kissed again and I pulled his gown off his shoulders, went down on my knees and took his now fully erect cock into my mouth.  I had been a little bit kind to him, but not much.  It tasted as good as it looked.

He put his hands under my arms and lifted me off him, saying simply,

“Bed.”

He removed the duvet with single flick, converting my sleeping place into a platform for sex.  I had already placed condoms and lubricant on the bedside table, as I said, I'm an optimist.  I lifted my hips for him to remove my skirt.  There was more kissing, more fondling, exploring each others bodies, his hands and mouth on my aching tits, my hand on his throbbing cock.  It felt good in my hand, but I wanted it back in my mouth.  I wanted to suck him in a way that he would not forget, to make him come back for more.  I caressed it's length, kissed it all over and licked it all over before taking it deep into my throat.  Then I released it, kissed it once more then sucked each ripe and ready ball in turn before rimming his arsehole.

Then it was back to sucking.  He let me suck and wank him for a short time, then placed a hand on my head and said,

“You're going to make me come, is that what you want?”

I did.  I was convinced that his spunk would taste like Bailey's Irish Cream, but I also wanted him inside me.

“I want it in my cunt.”

I replied.

“Fine by me,” he said, “but let me suck you first.”

Who was I to argue?

He was expert with his mouth, a cunning linguist, my first orgasm was racking my body very quickly.  But he didn't stop, not only was he good at it, he enjoyed doing it.  He didn't stop until I had come twice more.  Mere shadows of the first, like aftershocks of the earthquake, but every bit as enjoyable.

I was not aware of him fitting a condom, just of his lovely organ sliding into me, stretching me, filling me.  He fucked nicely, long firm strokes, good rhythm.  But he didn't last long, perhaps not surprisingly, and flattering in a way, but I had hoped for another orgasm.  Greedy.

I tried to picture his lovely spunk spurting into me, flooding me, unaware that in fact, it was pumping into a condom.  As I said, I'm an optimist.  But he didn't withdraw, he stayed hard inside me.  Not as hard, but enough not to slip out.  Now I could feel the little twitches of him inside me.  I answered with clenches of my cunt and felt him harden again.

Suddenly, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him so that I was now on top, cowgirl.  A few exploratory thrusts and he was going again, fucking up into me, his hands roaming my back and buttocks.  This time his movements were harder, more urgent.  Then just as suddenly, he stopped.  Either he had come again, or was resting.  I sat up straight and placed his hands on my tits, then rode his cock.  He had been resting, this way his body could rest, but not his cock.  I was fucking him.

He enjoyed this for a short time, then pulled me down close to him again and took over the fucking, again, his soft hands roaming over my body.  I came when he pushed a finger up my bum.  He gave a grunt and came with me.

This time, he did soften and slipped out.  I rolled off and lay by his side, catching my breath.  I was disappointed to see the condom, very full, drooping from his drooping cock.

My picture of him naked, cock erect, is pinned to my bedroom wall.  Wank fodder.

But he's coming back for more next week.  I've promised him my arsehole.  But I'm not going to let him come inside, either there or up my cunt.  I want to capture his essence.  All over my tits.