Charles Jelinek contemplated the girl lying beneath the sheets of his bed. In the shuttered morning light, she was all shadows and shapes; rather pleasing shapes, he thought. She was sound asleep and might justifiably sleep the day away. Her first day back in the city was one she would be sure to remember.
Waking without an erection was a rare event and this morning was no different. Since his separation however, it was even more rare to wake with somewhere to put that erection. Despite the fact that he had taken her half a dozen times the day before, and at least twice after they had fallen asleep last night, he was ready to go again.
With a few more gentle thrusts, Charles had entered her. She moaned softly as he held her, spoon fashion. They had fallen asleep like that last night, his erection lodged inside her, locking the two of them together. They had made love before they slept. He had fucked her, seriously fucked her, several times that day, but before sleeping, they made passionate love. Rhiannon, overwhelmed by her experiences, had reached a sort of breaking point and emotionally collapsed. It was not a breakdown; it was a breakthrough. All of her concerns and everything that had been weighing her down the past several weeks, dropped from her mind. "Give yourself over to absolute pleasure," he recalled the quote from last night. It was his own pleasure he sought at that moment, however.
The thought didn't occur to him at the time, but she was his for the taking. Whenever the desire took him, he exercised his right on her body. He had even gone so far as to offer the girl to his friends and she accepted her role as plaything. He had woken up twice that night, erection demanding attention, and performed the same cock-between-the-legs maneuver he did just then. The first time he woke her, she groggily asked him the time. He responded with "Time to fuck you." She chortled and let him have his way with her.
He was unable to cum during those two nocturnal engagements. He was feeling more power this morning, however. He climbed on top of her, his legs straddling her as she lay on her stomach, and continued thrusting, his balls sliding along her smooth thighs. The orgasm felt great, but he knew it was dry. "Shooting dust," he remembered someone calling that. He remained inside her for a few minutes, then pulled out and stroked her back as he lay next to her. "Go back to sleep," he whispered. She murmured in response.
Quietly, he slipped out of bed and donned the Japanese robe behind the door. He reactivated the computer in his office then went to the kitchen to make coffee. He would wait for the girl to wake before making anything to eat. The coffee would take only a few minutes, but he decided to get a quick shower. Back in his office, he went through his e-mail messages. He received thank-you notes from his visitors from the night before, each of them inquiring whether they would find Rhiannon at the next party. He left those to answer later.
The message that most interested him was an artist friend from the college. It was too early to call him, so he just replied to his message in confirmation, promising to call later. He then went through the replies to his messages from yesterday. There were plenty of options and Charles considered them. He decided that it all came down to logistics and pulled up a mapping application to figure out how to pull off this plan. He worked out a few different scenarios and created backup plans to accommodate the more obvious problems.
When he heard the toilet flush, he knew she was awake. A few minutes later she appeared at his office door, wrapped in a sheet. Her hair was a wild mess but she looked most decidedly cute. "Hey," he admonished her, "you're not suppose to wear anything except your shoes." She made a big show of pouting and shuffled back to the bedroom. She appeared a few moments later, nude and sporting her back pumps. He smiled and pushed back from the desk. She curled into his lap like a cat and he wrapped his arms around her.
They sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment, before exchanging good mornings. Charles offered her some breakfast and they went to the kitchen. Rhiannon helped herself to coffee while he prepared the eggs. He liked watching her walk around with nothing on but the high heels. He was sure she expected him to take her from behind, but he was truly spent from the morning and needed some recovery time. They ate, put the dishes in the sink and then went back to bed. There was no sex this time, just an opportunity to relax and talk. He was careful to avoid any discussion of last night's events. When she started to approach the topic, he put her off saying that they would talk about that later. Charles then told her about the job he lined up for her that afternoon.
When he first met Rhiannon, Charles offered to do a photo-shoot for her. She was a bit awkward in her posing, but he coached her to bring out her best. He gave her the contact sheets and told her to study them, and practice in front of a mirror. During their next photo session, weeks later, he complimented her on her new skills. It was obvious that she had been practicing, going through magazines and picking out poses. She was also more self-assured.
Her job today, he explained, would draw on some of those skills. She would be standing naked in front of a group of strangers. As an artist's model, she would have to hold still for periods of fifteen or twenty minutes. She tried a few standing poses she thought might work and he offered suggestions. They then went into the living room and she tried some sitting and lounging poses. She felt confident she could hold the poses for extended periods.
They had about two hours to get to the college. She took a long shower and fixed her hair while Charles worked at his computer. At his recommendation, she used minimal makeup. He went back to the kitchen and prepared some snacks for her to eat between posing sessions. For the first time in twenty-four hours, she put on her clothes. They left the apartment and walked to the car.
"Are you excited?" he asked her as he pulled out onto the street. She grinned and smiled. Charles leaned the seat back and loosened his pants with his free hand. "Are you prepared to prove it?" She glanced around mischievously then pulled loose the seat-belt around her shoulder. This enabled her to lean forward into his lap. He had pulled out his dick so she could get at it. With her head next to the steering wheel, she started sucking his cock. She twisted in her seat to accommodate this unusual position then resumed, bobbing her head up and down in his lap.
Getting sucked off while driving was the best way to make a long drive short, but they didn't have far to go. Charles drove carefully focusing on the light traffic and not on his dick in her mouth. There was no way he was going to cum, but this was about enjoyment, not orgasms. As he approached the college, he drove through the side streets to prolong her treatment on him. He hoped to stop at a traffic light and have a few college girls catch them in the act. It was a quiet morning, though, so instead he told Rhiannon that a group of girls were walking by and told her to keep her head down. She slowed down her bobbing motion but sucked harder. He liked that. Then he told her they pulled up next to a couple in a car and the woman was looking over at them. She stopped moving but sucked harder than ever. He gave up the game when she suspected a ruse and started to bite his cock. They were approaching the school by then so they both recomposed themselves. She licked her lips mischievously as she watched him pull his pants up.
There were numerous colleges spread around the city. Most were general preparatory schools, but some specialized in specific disciplines and skills and included adult education classes and non-credit courses. Their destination was a college that had an extensive art program, including sketching classes with a live model .
The college had a hard time recruiting their own students so it relied on students from other schools or the community at large for suitable subjects. The class attendees would each chip in a few bucks to get a professional model. Charles knew the instructor and offered Rhiannon for that Sunday afternoon. The class appreciated variety and the instructor agreed to give her the posing job. When he spoke to him by phone that morning, he got the details and passed them on to Rhiannon.
They arrived at the college and parked in the surprisingly full parking lot. During the summer weekends, the college hosted a lot of non-credit adult education classes. The main buildings of the school were of stone and magnificent, but the art annex was a new brick building set back from the road. They found their way to the classroom, a large room with tall windows facing north. A few students had already set up their easels and were warming up by drawing objects in the room.
Michael, the instructor, started walking over to meet them. "Don't breath too much," Charles whispered to her, "your breath smells like cock." She giggled then Charles introduced her to Michael whom she kissed on both cheeks then slyly glanced back at Charles. The instructor proceeded to explain the class logistics. She was to pose on a knee-high platform in the middle of the class while the students sketched. She had a variety of props to use, including a plinth column, and could choose to sit or stand beside a wooden chair, settee or short stool. Each pose would require fifteen minutes but might go a bit longer if the students requested. They used a clock to countdown the time; Charles recognized it as an old darkroom timer.
The room did not include a place for Rhiannon to change, not that she would be changing very much, so she had to get ready right there. They had brought along one of Charles's robes for her to wear before ascending the dais and during the breaks. Michael, seeing that all the students were at their easels introduced Rhiannon and then reviewed some of the sketching principles they were covering that day. Rhiannon looked a bit unsure of herself standing there in the center of attention. She pulled the wooden chair onto the dais, dropped her robe to the floor and sat down as the instructor continued his lesson. Charles watched as she tried a couple of poses before settling on one that she might maintain for twenty minutes. She looked over at him and he gave her a wink. She smiled and returned to her pose.
When Michael finished, he came over to Charles and thanked him for bringing the girl. He was happy to have a new model and she seemed confident enough to get the job done. Michael excused himself, needing to attend to his students, and Charles told him he would meet him at the end of class in three hours. He watched Rhiannon as she sat motionless on the chair, staring out at infinity. A slight smile told him that she was enjoying the attention of everyone looking at her.
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