SOFP #9 – My first blowjob

 

 

For ages 21 and over please.

This is a continuation of my series titled “Shades of Pink”

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As an artist and photographer that admires, studies and enjoys portraying the human form, I often find myself in close proximity with people’s bodies, both male and female. It’s a joy for me and i think the models i work with enjoy it also because they like to be seen naked and admired in that way.

But despite the intimacy you might think would naturally emerge in such situations, i’ve never crossed the boundaries of professionalism. In other words, these encounters have always been about the art itself and never beyond that. I get to use them as a model and they get to use me for payment. It’s a simple win win arrangement.

 

Even when doing sculptural works, i’ll refrain from making physical contact with the model other than the occasional use of plaster for mold-making and calipers for measuring. I know that sounds boring, but what can i say, I take my art seriously and am very disciplined about it.

 

In the last few months i started working on a new project. I wont go into details but in short it involves capturing the female form of someone that is very short in stature. I had been looking for a while and couldn’t find her. I knew plenty of women that were short but nobody had the right body type and especially nobody that would be comfortable being alone in the nude for long periods of time with a married man.

 

See, i was raised in a Judeo-Christian tradition and so all of the people i grew up with, including my friends and family, even neighbors , would frown on any activity like this. So i’ve just never been surrounded by the “right” crowd and therefore i’ve had to go out of my way looking for my subjects. Because of this, asserting myself as an artist has always felt like pushing against the grain of my cultural norms. And it’s not like i was doing it to be contradictory. I actually love my family, and have always accepted them for who they are. I just did all this stuff because i couldn’t help being me.

 

Religions seem to have a way of repressing individuality in favor of the hive they are trying to create. “Conform or else!” Seems to be the mantra of all movements such as these. But i just couldn’t lie to myself in that way. I’m just too eager to let my own light shine-through rather than offer myself as an empty lamp for somebody else to insert their own light into. There was a time I used to be religious, however. But over the last ten years i’ve been diligently shedding all the veils and costumes put on me by these institutions in a quest of being fully authentically me. I get closer and closer day by day, i’m happy to say.

 

My wife, of course, knows that I don’t quite fit the husband monogamous “mold”. She’s still very religious and I can tell she judges me, but to her credit has come to accept me for who I am and my “crazy” unconventional ways as long as i keep it to myself. So in order to find the model for my next project I went online and created a profile and ad that was essentially a call for models. Just a general call, not really for this particular project. I figured, i might as well since i’m always looking to find new models, especially men since they seem hard to come by. I was surprised by the number of people that responded. I got over one hundred inquiries just in the first thirty days. Only about a dozen eventually followed through, however, and actually showed up for an informal interview with me. But still, i was very pleased by the response.

Luckily one of the girls I met with was perfect for my project. Her name was Bella, she was 4′ 8″ tall, still very young, had milky smooth skin, was strikingly beautiful with an unplaceable multi-ethnic exotic ancestry. And despite her cute and coy personality she was “very sex positive” were the words she used to describe herself.

As i heard her speak, and got lost in the curves and outlines of her eyes, nose, cheek bones, chin, jaw and hair I found it at times difficult to concentrate. Especially when she spoke. Her lips were incredibly beautiful. Just the right slopes, curves and angles in all the right places. Excellent volume on both upper and lower lips with perfect ratios of thick to thin extending between the philtrum to the corners of her mouth. I could clearly see the shape of cupid’s bow extending and launching arrows into my heart every time her lips bounced off each other. I couldn’t quite tell if she was wearing lipstick or if they were naturally that perfect labial pink color.

Then something surprising happened. Some way or another she actually got me talking! As in, talking about myself in ways i don’t typically do with people. I couldn’t quite understand how she disarmed me so easily. You might think it’s perhaps because she was young and pretty, but that can’t be it. I’ve had plenty of young and pretty girls to work with and I’m not the kind of guy that likes them in that way. They always seem so shallow to me. I’m mostly turned on by women 35 and older and have a special weak spot for well kept women in their 40s or 50s.

But with Bella there was something highly sophisticated about her. Had she not told me her age I would have thought she was at least twenty five going on thirty five in terms of maturity. So when she mentioned she was only twenty years old, a number of alarms went off in my mind. “Suddenly i’m having coffee with a minor looking at naked pictures of her?” I thought to myself. –  Right, i forgot to mention she handed her phone to show me some of the modeling work she had done. To be fair, i may have swiped one too many images and landed on her body fully exposed under soft pink lighting, labia, tits and all. I immediately blushed and put my other hand over the phone to make sure nobody else could see. I hadn’t even asked her if she’d be comfortable with nudes or even broached the topic of my art project but when i looked up at her, and saw her glancing back at me with a shy flirty smile, i knew it wouldn’t be a problem. “Sorry about that, i should have asked before swiping ” I started to hand her the phone back and she said “it’s ok, look at the rest, i want you to see them”

At the time i remember thinking “i think she likes me!” But i figured i was just being delusional. Why would a beautiful 20 year old be attracted to a 40 year old man like me? Eventually I gave her back the phone and we got to talking some more. But in the end, I didnt bring up the topic of my art project because i figured she was too young and it would be too risky to engage with her in such a project. Now a days, the law has made it very risky for men to involve themselves with women, especially if there’s a power disparity such as was the case with me and her (that of employer and contractor).

I remember how difficult this made it for me to hire women in the past when i operated a large studio. I’ve also spoken to other CEOs and they’ve assured me i’m not alone. Apparently the government has created so many discrimination laws it has dissincentivized employers to hire any “protected” classes of individuals. Humans are creatures of incentive after all. If a man touches an employee’s shoulder, it better be the shoulder of a white man, because anybody else is likely to sue you and use the gun of the State to wipe you clean.

So anyway.. ultimately i decided not to pursue this further. But she did stay in touch with me and a month later volunteered some more information about herself.

“I turned 21 yesterday” she said.
“Hey, that’s great!” i responded.
“Yeah, it was kind of depressing though. The DMV wouldnt give me an ID. Apparently i have to wait for it”
“why is that a problem?”
“I wanted to go to a bar and celebrate!”
“oh, i see. I actually don’t drink so i can’t relate”
“really? why not?”

” nobody did in my family so I wasn’t brought up with it. I figure if i start now, i might become addicted”

We exchanged some more pleasantries over social media and that was it.

A number of days later we did finally meet to discuss my project and then found ourselves in my car driving through the country to my home studio.

During the commute, the subject of addiction and alcohol came up again and she wondered why i wouldn’t at least try it.

I said: “i have an addictive personality and have a number of addictions i’m working on. I don’t need to add another”

“Like what?” She asked as she flicked her cigarette out the window. She looked back at me inquisitively.

“Sugar” I said.

She laughed. “You mean like candy bars and shit?”

“Anything really. Cookies, pies, cakes. If it’s there in front of me I have to eat it.”

She kept laughing. And I knew why. She had just finished telling me a story about her experience mixing mushrooms with marijuana, and there I was, someone that had never even touched a beer or cigarette whining about my addictive personality disorder evidenced only by my infantile habits.

“I wouldn’t call that an addition, love. You have a sweet tooth is all. Is that really why you think you have an addictive personality?”

“No” I replied. I stayed silent for a bit. I could only think about her saying “love” at the end of that sentence. It rang bells in my heart.

“I used to be addicted to games – video games” I added to keep the conversation going. She leaned her head back onto the headrest with a silent smile. There was an obvious tone of condescension in her voice when she said:

“that’s cute.”

I was 40 and she was freshly 21. And there I was getting called cute by a girl young enough to be my daughter. She was still smiling from her laughter and I could tell thoughts were racing through her head.

“You know why that’s especially funny, don’t you?” She asked.
“Because It’s trivial?” I replied.
“No” she said enthusiastically. She put her hand on my leg and leaned over saying in a sultry whisper. “it’s funny because you’re a sugar daddy!”

“Sugar daddy? What’s that?” I asked.
“You don’t know what a sugar daddy is? The website you found me on was a sugar daddy website. Didn’t you know before signing up?”
I did recall that but I didn’t think much of it. “When I signed up it asked me if I was a sugar daddy or a sugar baby, I figured that was how the website asked if you were a boy or a girl. Like a themed username of sorts.

“Um, no love. A sugar daddy is a man loaded with cash that wants to pay for pretty girls to keep him company. Though they’re usually not as cute as you are” She looked over and winked at me.

Suddenly my heart sank. “isn’t that illegal?” I asked urgently.

“um no. It’s not like it’s prostitution. Think of it as sweet companionship. We call it giving sugar. And since you’re addicted to sugar, I think I can help you” she said while gliding her index finger over my forearm above the steering wheel.

So there I was taking a woman home to meet my wife and kids, that gives sugar for a living. Not the kind you can find in the baking isle. This is the kind of sugar that comes wrapped in tight jeans, sparkly high heels and lipstick.

“Im in deep trouble” I thought to myself. But then another part of me was like “fuck it, just go with the flow.” It will all work out fine. She’ll do some poses, she’ll get paid and that will be the end of it…. I think.

The conversation eventually got back to philosophy, which is my passion. We got into big questions, about life and dove deep into those things that mattered most to me. Again, i have to say i couldn’t quite understand how she was able to get me to open up like this, nor did i expect her to be interested in these things. Then we talked about love, poetry and how it seemed that both of us liked writing it. In particular love poems to people that never seem to get it. It seemed that in addition to everything else we already had in common, we were both also foolishly romantic. I swear, at this point i didn’t want this commute to end. I felt like driving for hours so i could learn more about her. And by the time we got to my home, I was already beginning to fall in love with her. “What the hell is happening to me” i thought. Is this some sort of enchantment?

I walked in the door expecting to introduce her to my wife and kids but there was a note for me saying

“left with the kids to give you guys some space. will be back late”

So there we were. Alone.
Before i even got to show her around she was exploring the place and made her way to the back yard. “what pretty deck and yard. It’s so big!” she said.

“Thanks” i replied nervously. “Should we get to work? I mean. I’m sorry. Can i get you something to drink?” I was trying to be a good host while not allowing my mind to wander. She turned to me gracefully and smiled saying “no that’s ok, i have my own bottle here” she tapped her bag. “Should i take my clothes off now?”

“Um sure, let me show you my studio.” i lead the way and started to point and explain the different things in my office telling her about the equipment i’d be using but by the time i turned around to look at her she was standing naked, she tugged on my shirt, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.

In this moment i felt like a pair of lips floating in the air with the vestiges of a human body hanging beneath me. All my sense perceptions were turned off except for the feeling of her lips against my own. Time ceased to pass during that moment, as did gravity, though i felt like i might collapse any moment were it not for her embracing my face. Once her pressed lips detached themselves slowly, she looked at me and said. “You’re a good kisser. Let’s get some work done ok?”

And as if it meant nothing to her she moved away from me and asked where I wanted her to be. I was still standing there in shock, hunched over with my lips sticking out. I tried uttering a response, but i was speaking in tongues. “It’s over another while bit ok me a bit”

“huh?” She asked.

I snapped out of it and got my measuring equipment out. I tried my best to ignore her and what had just happened and focus my attention fully on the task at hand. ” You can stand right where you are, i’m just going to take these and start measuring you”

“ok” she responded.

I started way down at her feet because i was suddenly afraid to look into her eyes. But as i progressed up her body and reached her neck, i found myself throwing the calipers to the ground and kissing her with a passion i don’t ever remember having in me for any woman. She responded with equal enthusiasm. One of her hands reached down and started to unbutton my pants. I pulled my shirt off and in a matter of seconds we were now both completely naked kissing and embracing each other. I picked her up and carried her light and tiny body up a flight of stairs to my bedroom. I threw her onto the mattress and started to kiss every inch of her body.

She was extatic and loving every little bit of it. She moaned when i’d wrap my lips on her pussy and suck and kiss her there while fluttering my tongue against her clitoris. I eventually made my way to her neck and when kissing her there she would inhale deeply as if thrilled by the intimate tickles. “Fuck me” she said whispering into my ear. “I’m so wet right now… fuck me.”

I put my arms under her back and wrapped my hands around each of her tiny shoulders. Then I gently glided my cock into her tight wet vagina. “aughhhh!!!” She moaned loudly. “Kamal, please fuck me!!” she cried out. So I thrust myself against her. Her legs spread out and she pressed her feet against my ass, as if gesturing with every thrust to go deeper and deeper. “yes yes” she whispered loudly. “fuck me” she insisted with tightened vocal chords as if she was about to squeeze out an orgasm.

She grew inpatient and flipped me over and started to ride me. She pressed her pelvic bone firmly against mine until her tight vagina swallowed my dick whole. She arched her back with such passion it felt like she was trying to rip off my dick. Don’t get me wrong, it felt great for me too but she was definitely using my dick like a toy at this point and letting it stimulate every corner and crevice of her inner and outer vagina. I had never seen a woman be so selfish in bed. It was a massive turn on. There is no greater turn on for a man than a woman being horny. She bounced and bounced, and bent and leaned until she worked herself up to a climax that seemed to rise like the sun. When the first light peaks it’s obvious and while the rising is gradual, when the sun is fully over the horizon, there is just nothing like it. “God i’m gonna cummmmm” she yelled “Kamal i’m gonna cum”. Her body was convulsing while her pelvis bumped me rapidly and tightly until she started to slow down and move her pelvis in circles with her voice now reaching a high and indistinguishable pitch. “iiiiiiiiii yes, yes yes yes! i’m cumming. god yes, god yes, I’m cumming gonna cum gonna cummmm” She then sped up her pelvic motions again but only briefly as she couldn’t sustain it once the climax happened. Every single muscle in her body let go and she dropped her chest over mine. I could feel her silky skin covered in delightful sultry sweat. “oh god that felt so good” she said as she caught her breath. I could feel her chest was breathing heavily and her heart beat against mine.

Even though i didnt climax, i was immensely satisfied and delighted by what had just happened. Perhaps shocked as well since i never expected my life would turn into a fantasy all of a sudden. What was to follow, however, would blow my mind.

I asked if if she would let me give her a shower. “ok” she smiled. “it’s only my third shower today” she said with a chuckle. I guided her to the bathroom, turned the warm water on, covered her in soap suds and cleaned every corner of her body. I was suddenly head over heels in love with this woman. I turned the water off, wrapped a towel around her and dried her off.

Before we got dressed and made it out of the room, she asked me to sit on the bed. I did though not knowing why. She looked at me with an adorable smile, licked her teeth and knelt between my legs. “oh no Bella, i won’t be able to ask you to stop.”  She paused and looked up at me and said. “Then don’t.” Then she proceeded to insert my still erected penis into her mouth. All the way in. This was something i only thought happened in movies. I looked down and her warm mouth was filled with my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced so much pleasure in my life. My wife had licked my penis once, but kind of like a child licks an ice cream cone. Having my penis in someone’s mouth was something i thought only happened in fantasy but never thought this could ever happen to me, and there i was with this incredible woman sucking my dick like a professional porn star. I could even feel it reaching the back of her warm throat with every suck. I called her name so many times and moaned like a bitch. I couldn’t help it, i never felt so disarmed in my life. Her mouth was tight, hot and had completely ensnared my dick in the most pleasurable way possible.

“i’m gonna come bella, i can’t stop, i can’t, i can’t, no!!!” she sucked even harder and deeper than before and i could feel loads of sperm being released deep into her throat. She kept sucking and swallowing while saying “mmmmm” “mmmmm” she used her hands to squeeze my balls gently as she sucked again and again.

The sperm kept gushing out and i was almost in tears, the feeling was so rich and sweet i was completely lost and transported to heaven. My balls felt like sugary tingles and frosted fireworks. A release like i had never felt before. And once it was all over, she looked up at me and smiled. Licked her lips and said “that was my first time swallowing.”

I was still in shock and said “that’s the first time i’ve ever been given a blowjob. I never knew sugar could feel this good.

She smiled and said: “are you addicted to me then?”

“Yes, i’m hooked on you Bella”

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