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Three minutes into the job interview my eyes goggled as she stared fixedly at me. I thought, “What the hell? No! I’d never live it down.” My face blushed in a sudden flush of embarrassment as blood rushed to both my brains. She continued watching me impassively, middle-aged, dominant, and gorgeous, and I thought twice. “Anything for a chance at that,” I thought. “The others won’t even remember me in a month’s time.” Her brown eyes were even more seductive than her wide hips and ample bust and black silken hair, teasing me to spend my lust like a pounding surf on her firm torso.

 “Okay, Mrs. …”

She said, “Call me Ms. Choi. You’ve been told the rules, so get started. You have three minutes. Over there if it’s more comfortable.”

Three minutes later Ms. Choi led me through the doors to the stand. I looked around at the room full of fifteen or sixteen older women at their easels, all watching me with charcoal pencils in hand, and despite what Susan had hinted, my embarrassment wasn’t cured at all; not only did I suspect it never would, I was sure it would never go away now even in my sleep. I froze for either an hour or a few seconds, not sure which, until Ms. Choi tapped me on the shoulder and I dropped the robe to stand slouching yet fully erect and, I was sure, with a face as red as a stop sign. She helped me pose, directing me onto my side, as my mind simply shut off; I gave thanks only half of the women could see my boner, and the hour passed in a daze of shame and throbbing.

As the women started packing up, Ms. Choi helped me to my feet and smiled slightly, “Good job. You held the pose well.” I put on the robe and walked back to the room where I had my clothes, and soon she joined me. “We have ten minutes before the next class, and we do have this problem.”

“Problem?”

I stared into her placid brown eyes as I realized to my profound embarrassment that my erection was not all right, that it was far from all right, and that I needed to take it well in hand (and there I nearly giggled in shame) before the next class.

“Jerk off. We can’t have you turning this class into a freak show.”

“Umm…”

She sighed. “If you insist,” and undid her blouse as I stared in shock. “No doubt you did this thousands of times as a young man staring at your mother’s lingerie catalogs. Now it’s 3D.” After she removed her bra, she said, “How should I pose?” I blinked and she said, “Go on, we haven’t much time. Rub one out and get cleaned up.”

“But…”

“What did I say?”

Caught up in it despite myself, I said, “Stand before me, arms akimbo.”

She watched impassively as I stared fixedly at her breasts, round and drooping a little above her solid waist. Despite her forbidding manner, her brown nipples were erect against the tan skin of her breasts, themselves a little lighter than the brown of the rest of her torso. Her face was round and solid above a thick neck, and as if staring at a centerfold I feasted on the sight of her face and down to her breasts to her waist and hips inside the black skirt that fell below her knees and back up to her breasts. A decade or so of masturbating to images of breasts of all sizes, shapes, and shades reached its pinnacle there and then as I stroked myself rapidly to the heavenly sight of an elegantly coiffed woman showing her breasts to me, only me, and the wonder of it soon made me spray onto the floor. Just then another Korean woman stepped into the room, and the embarrassment had its usual effect.

Ms. Choi cursed something fiendish in Korean and muttered in English, “Just when I’d settled his hash.” She threw me a towel and pointed sternly at my cock and the floor. “Wipe it up and get ready to work. Oh, this is Ms. Seo. She’s my assistant. You follow her orders too.” She turned away as she dressed and said sternly, “Put on your robe.”

As I wiped up the floor, Ms. Seo smiled and said, “Impressive.” I looked up to see her watching my erection with no embarrassment, simply pure curiosity, and she looked into my eyes and smiled before handing me my robe. She looked a decade younger than Ms. Choi, probably in her mid-30s, and thinner and more conventionally attractive, though she didn’t at that moment display the attitude of easy command with which Ms. Choi had pushed my libido into overdrive. “Thanks for agreeing to do this on such short notice,” she said. “We have an older bunch of students, all of them women, many of them Asian, and they do prefer working from male models.” She shrugged, “I have suspicions why, but that’s fine. The artworld is very macho and the audience is very white; why shouldn’t women like us get a little fair play watching the men who like to watch us for a change?” We laughed and she led me out to the next class, and again I passed a hazy hour of shame and hardness, and at the end of it she led me back into the room and said, “So, one more class today. We need to have you presentable for one class anyway.” She smiled coyly, “So get started. Shall I strike the same pose as Ms. Choi?”

“Pose?”

She started unbuttoning her blouse, no bra underneath. “Yes. Soon you’ll see everything as just compositions in space, but until then we have to make sure the basic rules of propriety are observed.”

“This is propriety?”

She shrugged, “Just stare at my tits, okay?”

Her figure was slimmer than Ms. Choi’s, her skin lighter, her breasts firmer, and I said, “Shrug again, I liked that.”

She raised her eyebrow briefly and complied, and I stared at her svelte torso, two breasts firm and high with light nipples above well-delineated ribs, as she watched my eyes and then scanned me incisively. She watched every reaction and twitch and pulse with an artist’s eye for effect. Her objective observer’s manner should have put me at ease but instead challenged me to impress her.

Her hair was long and silky black, held around the middle of her back in a clip but was still flaring out at her neck like a screen that set off her near-white skin. Her face was thin and well-chiseled, and her neck was elegant as it plunged to her shoulders with a prominent collar bone from which her breasts seemed almost to hang like two large drops flowing toward her waist. Her eyes watched me closely, her face neutral, slight changes in the angle at which she faced me like slightly different pictures in a pictorial as I flipped from one page to another for the finest squeeze on my trigger; I soon stared mostly at her breasts rather than her laughing eyes, and in two minutes I sprayed all over the floor, lust and shame mingled in white streaks on the floor.

Just then Ms. Choi stepped out of her office and said, “Good job. Clean it up and get ready.” The shock made me stay hard, and Ms. Choi and Ms. Seo glanced at each other with odd expressions. Ms. Choi sighed and said, “Good lord, was it something I said?” They laughed as I blushed, and Ms. Choi pointed at me. “Towel—wipe yourself up. Wipe the floor up. Then go out there. You”—she pointed at Ms. Seo—“get the mop and make sure to use lots of bleach.”

“God damn it.” She stared at me wiping up and laughed. “Get ready for class.”

The last class of my first workday passed as the others had, older women watching me with eagle eyes, some with interest in my flesh, most merely mapping out my form, and at the end of it, I staggered into the back room in exhaustion and the deepest sense of shame I had ever felt. Ms. Choi led me to her office after I had dressed and seated me and Ms. Seo across from her desk. “Listen,” I said, “I am so, so sorry about today. It was a disaster. You cannot believe how ashamed I feel. But you should have given me an interview! That was too short notice.”

Ms. Choi smiled as Ms. Seo laughed like a tinkling bell and said, “That was your job interview. You passed with flying colors. We need a model just like you.”

Ms. Seo smiled and nodded, “Perfect for our needs.”

“We are doing a series of studies on sexuality. Male sexuality, female sexuality, of every sort. We need a man with the endurance of a particular type. He will have to pose fully erect for hours on end. Show self-control, not climax while we’re working, but not go flaccid either. We were doubtful when Susan suggested you, but it was a perfect lead.”

“And I won’t be posing in front of twenty women staring at me like a pile of fruit or…whatever they usually draw?”

“Just us two. Secrecy will be required and assured.”

Remembering their breasts and their willingness to pose for my pleasure dissolved any trepidation, so I simply nodded and shook their hands to seal the deal.

Ms. Choi said, “Right. You’ll be our model for the next month or so. We have our own studio, here.” She handed me a card with an address. “We have a bit of a rush, so we plan on two hours a night four afternoons or nights a week to start, beginning tomorrow evening. You’ll be paid…” and she named a wage three times that for simply posing for groups. “We expect a purely professional relationship, artist and model, proper behavior on all sides. You will be posing much like today, a wide variety of poses, and your response today is exactly what you are being hired for, understand?”

We shook hands and I took my leave, wandering out in a state of shock and profound embarrassment, yet, I realized, with a new feeling of bravado and deep-seated downright kinkiness. When I got home, I immediately dropped my trousers and pummeled my erection into three massive spewing surrenders to my new lust within twenty minutes, their breasts fresh in my mind, a dream come true of women gifting me freely, indeed almost automatically, with the vision of their soft rounded charms, each pair of breasts so different from the other yet perfect in its own way. Their disinterested manner simply raised the bar, telling me that these were the women to impress, these were the dispassionate observers whose passions would be sweetest if ever aroused. When I finally went limp and felt my loins begin to tingle again, I shut it down because I knew this job would require all my spunk.

The next evening I showed up at the studio right on time. Ms. Seo opened the door and smiled slightly. “Good evening.” She led me into a small studio with a skylight and windows whose curtains were closed; four doors opened off it, all closed. “You can leave your clothes over there,” she said, pointing at a rack next to a small table in one corner. Two easels were standing near a small stand with a drape over it, and she looked over the supplies as I undressed. A minute later Ms. Choi came in and nodded, “Good evening.” She glanced down and said, “Almost ready, I see. Time is pressing. Here.” She stood next to me as she casually lifted her blouse and undid her bra, and that did the trick. As I took my place on the stand, Ms. Seo walked over to the table and made herself topless in equally cavalier fashion, and they took positions at their easels as I followed their instructions, my attention largely focused on their breasts.

Over the next hour, they posed me in three different positions, making light preparatory sketches to be worked out the rest of the week, placing me each time so that at least one pair of breasts was in view at all times. By the time break came, I was throbbing and close to spontaneously erupting, and Ms. Choi said, “It would be cruel to make you maintain that part of the pose. Bad for the health.” She handed me a towel and said, “How shall I pose for you?”

I blinked and then shrugged. “Profile, watching me.” She did so and watched impassively as I stared at her mature breasts, nipples evident, as they rose and fell with her placid breathing. Fifteen swift strokes brought me to the edge and with another ten I drained myself into the towel. Ms. Choi said, “You’ll be able to take the pose again in ten minutes?”

I glanced up to see Ms. Seo watching me with eagle eyes and the familiar tingling started in my loins. “Oh yes.” Both smiled, Ms. Seo with a hint of a wink, and after drinking a glass of water, stretching and walking around, and going to the facilities, I returned to the center of the studio, coming fully erect as they took their positions topless at the easels, and let them start three more illustrations.

At the end of the next hour, Ms. Seo came over, handed me a towel, and sat on the edge of the platform. She raised her eyebrows as I stared at her breasts and I said, “Like that.” They both watched closely as I soon sprayed into the towel, and Ms. Seo walked off to dress. Ms. Choi said, “That was excellent work. The rest of the week we’ll be getting these worked up, so remember your poses.”

I tossed the towel as directed, dressed, and wished them good night. The rest of the week proceeded in much the same way, and the next Monday Ms. Choi greeted me, “We are pleased with your performance and your professionalism. Both are important for the next set of studies.” After I stripped and they bared their breasts, Ms. Choi said, “Fondle yourself.” I immediately went fully stiff, and she smiled, “You’ve done it with us before. I’m surprised by your embarrassment.”

In fact, by that point, it had largely been replaced by an exhibitionist urge, a desire to try to break through their artistic reserve and elicit something beyond a vague benevolence toward a spatial configuration whose artistic merit they were seeking to convey. However, I suspected that was exactly what they had no interest in, given their talk of professionalism, so I nodded and she posed me so that I was on my side facing them, cock in hand.

When that preliminary study had been started and time came for the next one, Ms. Choi came to me and said, “One reason we can pay you so well is that we aren’t hiring a female model. Now lie back to rest against the back. Now here, hold my breasts. Pose me as most fascinates you.” She was before me, her breasts soft and firm in my hands, and she reached down and said, “I assume I may?”

I blinked and nodded, and she clutched me firmly in her hand and stared into my eyes. Ms. Seo sketched in our heads and faces quickly, and then we were free to watch each other. Her face was unreadable as she scanned me closely, especially looking critically at my cock in her right hand. I examined her in turn, her hard brown eyes and set, sharp mouth forbidding, commanding, and compelling, and around her round face to the ears and down to the chin with the slightly thick, sagging neck. I followed it down to her shoulders and collarbone, then down to the breasts overfilling my hands and then down to her belt at the waist and over to her hips and back up to her breasts.

Her physical charms of course had me close to orgasm, but her forbidding manner, her imperturbable professionalism, had to be fully in check, and I simply sat there in fascination, marveling at the beauty in my hands and the beauty in front of me; as with Susan, I found her experience, her savoir-faire and air of worldly experience, intoxicating. Her air of having seen it all and of having analyzed, classified, and stored me away as nothing more than a slightly intriguing exhibit should have balked me, making me limp and useless, but it simply aroused in me a desire to show her I was the finest exhibit she had ever seen.

Finally, Ms. Seo said, “Done for now.”

Ms. Choi said, “Next one.”

I heard the sound of change on the easel, and when Ms. Seo said “Ready,” Ms. Choi leaned in and said, “Remember, maintain full control at all times.”  She pushed me back and wrapped her breasts around my cock. “Hold them in place the way it turns you on the most. Your face is very expressive. The more you like it, the better the study. We watch you closely and take that into consideration. We assume you like this.”

I simply nodded with a dry throat as I stared down at a dream realized and held them up from her body so that the head of my cock poked out the top of her cleavage. I looked into her eyes and glanced in peripheral vision at the beautiful sight below me, and once Ms. Seo said the heads were done for now, she joined me in looking down at where we joined. “You have great self-control,” she said, as I did my best to hold myself back from ravishing her breasts like a teenage wet dream. “We had a couple of models try out before you. Neither of them could last at this point. And they couldn’t get hard again afterwards. It was very frustrating, so of course, we had to let them go.”

Her intended message was perfectly clear, so I tried to think of baseball. Finally, Ms. Seo said, “Done,” and Ms. Choi said, “Now that break is here, do what you need. Only give me a second.” She reached down to a tube and dripped it into her cleavage. “Okay, I won’t chafe now.” I stared at her watching me closely as I let go and fucked fast and hard into her cleavage and lasted about a minute before the first streak of white fountained up to her chin. The rest drained vigorously on her chest and dribbled down her belly when she pulled away.

“Good, we have to maintain your health and comfort. Now wash up and get ready for Ms. Seo.”

I did so and ten minutes later came back to find her, to my surprise, fully nude. Her legs were long and shapely and had a triangle at the join of her thighs that was a little sparse, and she said, “You portrayed the more receptive side of men with Ms. Choi. You must portray a more active approach with me.” She lay back on the stand and spread her legs slightly, allowing me to see her slightly swollen lips within a well-trimmed fur frame, and said, “Now remember, the more receptive partner actually controls the partnership. Ideally, and that is what we are aiming for. On the side here, so we’re open to the easel. Now, right fingers on my lips, lightly, lightly, yes. Okay, caress lightly…Good, there. Stop, hold it.” I was crouching above her right side; her right leg was lifted and her left leg dropped so that her vulva was exposed to Ms. Choi, and the tip of my middle finger rested lightly on her clitoris, my hand raised so that her lips were fully exposed.

“Put your left arm under my neck. Yes. Now, let me caress you. Yes, good and hard. Keep it that way.” She grasped me firmly with her left hand and stroked until she found the position she wanted, put her right hand around my waist, looked up into my eyes, and asked, “Good?”

Ms. Choi adjusted our position slightly and then we held position as she sketched us out and filled in some of the detail. She worked quickly as I stared down at Ms. Seo, younger and firmer, and as she sensed my libido rising she said, “Yes, you show remarkable self-control. An outstanding model!” I took deep breaths and focused on her neck and hair, her ear and slightly smiling lips, and not even her sparkling and inviting eyes, and after twenty minutes Ms. Choi said, “Last position for tonight.”

“Same as last time,” Ms. Seo replied, “since he likes it so much.” We all chuckled and she remained in position, her left hand around my waist to finger herself as she positioned me just above her ribs and had me hold her breasts around myself, head poking out the top again. Ms. Choi worked quickly, and after another twenty minutes, she simply stood up from her easel, crossed over to us, and squirted lube in Ms. Seo’s cleavage so that she could rub it in. I thrust vigorously as Ms. Seo and Ms. Choi watched with their invincible imperturbably, and I boiled over when Ms. Seo smiled coyly at my pistoning cock. I shot fast and hard into her hair and onto her ear with the first spurt, and the rest pooled on her chest and throat, dribbling down her chin and sides of her neck.

I raised myself off her as she sighed, “Good session tonight.”

“Was it…acceptable? Did you get what you needed?”

“The sketches are excellent,” she replied as Ms. Choi nodded agreement, both clearly avoiding the topic I had unprofessionally raised. For the rest of the week, the same process occurred, my manner impeccably professional after that, and when Monday came I kept a placid face without speculating what was in store for me.

That Monday both the artists were fully nude when I arrived. Ms. Choi motioned at the corner with her chin as she and Ms. Seo made sure all the needed supplies were at hand, and then Ms. Choi led me to the stand and said, “No doubt you have figured out what we will be doing this week. Lie down.” She lay on her left side on my right, put her left arm under my neck, grasped my right hand and placed it on her vulva, and said, “Index and middle finger inside me to the second joint, hold your palm on my mons.” She looked up at Ms. Seo. “Good?”

“Tilt your hips a touch this direction, raise your thigh a little. Good.”

Ms. Choi then grasped my throbbing shaft with her fingertips and stroked up and down until Ms. Seo said, “Yes, there.”

“Other hand on my breast. Yes. Good?”

“Fine,” Ms. Seo replied as she squinted at us from several angles. She moved her easel slightly and said, “Okay.”

Ms. Choi then leaned down, lifting me with her arm as she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately for several seconds until Ms. Seo’s “Good! Hold.”

We stayed that way for several minutes. I felt her lips pressed hard against mine, her tongue against my front teeth, our lips still, until Ms. Seo said, “Hold below the neck. Heads are fine.” She pulled back so we could stare into each other’s eyes, her expression unreadable, then when she glanced down a little I fancied that a look of possession and of pleased control with a trace of desire passed over her for the merest part of a second. Although I was on fire for her, I felt languorous, passive, relaxed, feeling the softness of her breast and the wetness of her cleft in my hands.

When Ms. Seo said the sketch was done for the evening, thirty minutes had passed. Ms. Choi removed the seat back from the stand and said, “Lie on your side.” After she posed me she lay on her side facing me, raising her thigh so I could see her vulva before me. She moved over so that her body was pressed against mine and positioned my thighs as I positioned hers so that we could rest our heads easily. Ms. Seo took up position to sketch as Ms. Choi took my shaft into her mouth and bobbed in and out until Ms. Seo said, “Good. Now you do the same, tongue between the labia.” I did so until she said “Stop,” and we lay in position, throbbing cock still in warm mouth, flushed vulva enveloping still tongue, and it took all my control not to suck and thrust.

When Ms. Seo said, “Done,” Ms. Choi said quietly, “Let’s get ready for break, shall we?” She lightly licked around the head of my cock as I began licking firmly into her furrow. We settled into pleasuring each other, happily on my part and professionally distant on hers even as I felt her vagina contracting around my fingers as I explored her. In return, she had finished licking around the head of my cock and was taking me into her throat as her hands explored my balls. I matched her rhythm as we quickly built to our plateaus, and I lasted long enough to feel the contractions in her vagina matching the thrusting of her hips as I hugged her belly to me with my other arm. She came swiftly and silently, her thighs crushing my head, and when she released my head she took me fully into her and let me spew deep inside her. She swallowed every drop with ease and bobbed her head to drain me, and then she quickly pulled away and said severely, “Now take your break. Wash up well for Ms. Seo.”

I knew she liked it, I knew she had given herself over to the pleasure I gave her, and I suspected from hints in her manner that she was proud of what she had done with me, but her expression was on the whole as unreadable, frosty, and professional as ever. Nor did I care. I had wanted her from the moment I saw her, and all that mattered was that now I had had her in one of the most intimate ways possible.

I got up and washed up and returned to the studio, where Ms. Choi glanced up at me from the easel almost as if she had never seen me before. Ms. Seo saw me and went to the stand; she lay down near the bottom edge and said, “Okay, kneel before me.” I took position and she spread her thighs and said, “Now lower your face. —Yes, perfect height.” She tilted and twisted her hips so that Ms. Choi could sketch the center of the action, and Ms. Seo said, “Lick me a minute…Yes, now hold your tongue there and insert your left finger. Hold my hip firmly with your right hand; don’t block the view. Yes, good.” Ms. Choi murmured agreement and I held myself motionless in what was truly perhaps the most boring instance of cunnilingus anyone outside models posing for their studies had ever undertaken. All the same, I knew Ms. Choi was devouring us with her eyes, if only to sketch us perfectly, and that sufficed to keep me fully hard.

Ms. Choi did two sketches, one of the whole scene and the other close up, and when she declared them finished, Ms. Seo said, “Now you lie down.” I did and she arranged me as they had agreed, and then she crouched above me. “Hands on my hips, hold me tight, follow my lead,” and she tilted her hips so that her vulva was full on with my face. She then lowered herself until my nose was buried in her furrow and my tongue was on her clit. She circled her hips for a second until Ms. Choi said, “Perfect,” and then lowered her head to my cock, lying so that her head rested on me as she took the head into her mouth. She circled it with her tongue a few times until Ms. Choi approved, and then stroked my shaft until she found a position for her hand she liked.

Ms. Choi sketched us in full, then at each end. When the last sketch was announced to be at a suitable point, Ms. Seo began circling her tongue and her hips in rhythm, and as I licked deep inside her, I sensed Ms. Choi watching us closely, walking from end to end. I ravished Ms. Seo with my tongue as she tilted her hips and raised her knees to my side, and I looked up past her ass to watch Ms. Choi watching me as I feasted. I raised my hand to slowly work two fingers inside Ms. Seo and held them in place as she circled hard around them. Soon she climaxed hard against me, but she kept her vulva in place as she took half my shaft into her mouth and stroked and licked until the first spurt shot into her at the same time her next climax pounded her against my face.

She sucked until she was sure the last drops were drained and then raised herself off me. “You may wash up now,” she said coolly, and as she helped Ms. Choi put their supplies in order, I went and washed up, pleased with the night’s work and eager for Tuesday, which was much the same. Each time that week that we climaxed one against the other in our break for health, drinking each other as if dying of thirst, I was sure I had broken through their reserve, but their forbidding professionalism was even more rigid than my cock. They watched me with the eyes of an eagle, not a doe or rabbit, and yet I found that more erotic than a cooing lover welcoming everything I proposed. They directed me, I complied, and we relieved each other expertly into silent climaxes in silent mouths. Their professionalism was near to killing me and at the same time it drove me to the greatest heights of lust, and Friday I thought sadly that I had only one more week. Then I realized what that week must bring.

On Monday I arrived a couple of minutes early, and Ms. Choi ushered me in and smiled slightly, “Would you like to see what we’ve finished so far?”

“Please,” I replied, and she led me into the other large room next to the studio. I stood in surprise as I saw a study in full color of Ms. Seo’s lithe body tensing for release as I caressed her furrow, my cock rising proudly above her belly in her hand. Although I remembered posing, I scarcely recognized the scene, artistically rendered and beautiful. In awe I lingered over each one they showed me, amazed that all three of us looked so much like ourselves and yet so much more ideal at the same time. Above all, they were profoundly erotic, each one capturing a mood of the act to perfection.

“You might be our best model ever,” Ms. Choi said, and Ms. Seo added, “Perfect professionalism.”

“The sessions went like clockwork. You were exactly what we needed.”

Ms. Seo added, “So let’s get started finishing, shall we?”

We went into the studio and stripped, as usual, the three of us saying nothing and showing neutral expressions, but inside I was all aquiver. I had hardened as we viewed the completed studies, and as Ms. Choi took her position lying on the stand and spread her thighs and helped me position myself above her, I feared either spewing or going limp, but her plain and professional manner was perfect to sustain me at the golden mean. She reached up and caressed me briefly until Ms. Seo told her “Yes” for each limb. She had her hands on my arms as I held myself in an exhausting and exhilarating frozen pushup, her leg toward Ms. Seo lowered and hips tilted to expose her vulva to the artist and her other thigh raised so her knee was along my side.

“Lower your hips now, slowly, and let me guide you inside,” she said. Ms. Choi reached down with her left hand and watched my eyes as she guided my head to poke into her vagina. She was slightly wet and said, “Slowly in and out an inch or so until I’m wetter.” I did so and felt her respond quickly. “Halfway inside, slowly.”

When half my shaft was inside her, Ms. Seo said, “Now back out half an inch so her lips sheath you outside her. Yes.” I then held my position as we looked into each other’s eyes, my expression a poker face that doubtless was infinitely more readable than hers. Ms. Seo sketched us quickly as we held position, my muscles tight and taut and starting to tire when she said, “Done. Next.”

When I lifted myself off her, Ms. Choi turned over onto her hands and knees and positioned herself so that her flushed lips were fully open to my eyes, her breasts squished out on the stand, and she raised and lowered herself as I took a comfortable position kneeling behind her. We followed Ms. Seo’s instructions and I thought of baseball, hockey, and anything else as Ms. Choi again welcomed me halfway into her vagina and then held me there in her alcove, a visitor not allowed further into the temple.

Finally, Ms. Seo said simply, “Done. Health break,” and sat on the edge of the stand to watch as Ms. Choi pushed back to impale herself on me again and again. She built to a massive silent climax tight around my cock and then looked back at me quizzically. “Okay,” she said and pushed back and forth again as she built to another swift climax, Ms. Seo watching us with an interested gimlet expression in her eyes. After the second climax, she looked back at me in irritation and said when she saw me biting my lip to keep from climaxing, “This is mostly for your health, you know. You are. Wasting. Our. Precious. Time.”

The masterful look on her face mastered me, so I plunged wildly into her well-lubricated vagina, my squishing filling the air as I pummeled her without mercy. I held her hips tightly as my thrusts slammed her chest into the stand and then rubbed it back and forth on the stand. After one minute I exulted in her vagina squeezing tight around me as her breathing built to another climax simultaneous with my own, stream after stream of my juice finally finding their home in her steaming spasming wet belly, my ultimate dream come true as she breathed heavily. She pulled away and shook her finger at me. “You are not paid for that. Do not do it again when you are supposed to be resting and cleaning up for the next pose.”

Suddenly feeling ashamed, I hardened immediately and she nodded. “Good. Now wash up for Ms Seo.” She pulled swiftly away from me and went to pick up a towel to wipe herself clean between the thighs. I washed up in the bathroom and opened the door to see her scowl at me. “You’re back on the clock in three minutes. Out of my way.”

When she returned, Ms. Seo took position with her back to me, knees spread, and Ms. Choi positioned us so that my cock was at Ms. Seo’s labia as I knelt; I helped her lean back and supported her as she positioned herself so that my head was inside her. She pushed down to take me halfway inside her and circled her hips to start her honey flowing, and then she pulled up with her labia sheathing my cock and held herself still as I held her left hip and right breast. Under Ms. Choi’s instructions, she tilted her hip so that the join of our bodies was fully open to the viewer, and Ms. Choi watched up closely from in front, sketching rapidly and fluently.

After thirty minutes, Ms. Choi said, “Done,” and Ms. Seo removed me from herself and said, “Lie down.” She impaled herself on me and found her preferred position, and after adjustments by Ms. Choi crouched above me and surveyed me closely as I strove not to thrust up into heaven. Ms. Choi did a detailed sketch of her vulva stretched wide by my shaft, and then a quick sketch from the side and front, and finally said, “Done.”

She sat at our hips and watched both fore and aft as Ms. Seo went from model to gymnast. A flush spread across her neck and face as she worked herself mechanically on me, the tendons in her elegant neck tight as her hair swished from side to side. She worked herself more slowly than Ms. Choi, perhaps enjoying her position of authority and control, perhaps simply less sensitive to my cock than Ms. Choi, but she climaxed in five minutes and smiled briefly as my juice shot into her from my suddenly spasming, thrusting, groaning, and squealing body.

I thrust up with joy into heaven, seeking to finally break through that reserve of hers, but to no avail. She circled her hips when I stopped moving and she smiled down at me briefly when she felt my continuing hardness. “You’re off the clock now.”

Ms. Choi nodded, “True. You have ten minutes and then we need to clean up.”

I pushed Ms. Seo off me and onto her back and covered her swiftly. She raised her knees to my sides and reached down to guide me in, and as I thrust hard into her, she watched me closely as I strove to take possession of her; however, her self-possession was, as always, insuperable. I worked us to a swift, draining climax each and collapsed beside her, and Ms. Choi asked kindly, “Is your health restored?”

I wondered from their behavior whether health was synonymous for them with equanimity, but simply nodded and said, “Thank you, yes, normal pressure has been restored.”

“Good. We wouldn’t want you to burst something. Now wash and dress.”

The next evening when Ms. Seo called break, I pulled out of Ms. Choi. “May I, Ms. Choi?”

“Whatever you need for your health,” she said simply and let me push her onto her back. She spread readily as I took position above her and stabbed deeply into her, pounding away like a jackhammer as she simply watched me, her breath rising, a flush spreading across her neck and chest as her vagina soon began contracting in tandem with my thrusts. I stared into her eyes, begging and daring her to let go, show me she wanted more than a healthy worker, but she simply observed me curiously as she thrust back against me and watched closely as I spewed deep inside her.

Humiliated, I rose as I rose and went to wash up, and when I returned, Ms. Seo welcomed me inside her like a perfect service employee, and after I was off the clock she kept me on my back and rode me to an orgasm as strong as that the night before. “Again?” she asked.

“With Ms. Choi, if I may.”

She nodded and Ms. Choi waited until she got off me and settled quickly onto me. She moved fore and aft in a set rhythm as my hands explored her body, placidly watching me react as her vagina began contracting around me. Ms. Seo sat and watched the two of us after wiping between her thighs with a towel until Ms. Choi’s orgasm sucked my seed out into her in a hot sticky rush, then held out a hand to help Ms. Choi off me. She walked away to shower without a glance back as Ms. Seo helped me up.

“Very artistic,” she said and raised her eyebrow slightly at my suddenly resurgent cock. “Very healthy too. Shall I help?”

“I think I’ll save up for tomorrow.”

“Good, a model model. Have you saved up every night?”

“Most nights.”

She nodded and said, “You’re a good model. Your face is wondrously expressive. We need that as much as your physical health.”

“I loved the studies I saw.”

She nodded and gestured to the bathroom as Ms. Choi came out, who glanced down at my erection and said quietly, “Save it for tomorrow,” and Ms. Seo laughed as I nodded.

Thursday I arrived in anticipation tinged with melancholy. This was to be our last sitting, so I had determined to memorize each moment of our last couplings. Ms. Choi ushered me in and said, “Let’s get started, shall we?” She undressed as Ms. Seo, already fully nude, watched and posed us. I mounted her and stared down at her affectless expression as Ms. Seo posed us, but however much I willed her reserve to crack, she remained professional and austere to the end.

When Ms. Seo called “Done,” I grabbed Ms. Choi by the hips and thrust deep into her as her vagina immediately launched into a climax. I withstood the tempest in her teacup and pounded fast and hard until her second climax arrived two minutes later. I let loose and drained into her as she continued pulsing around me for another minute.

When she pushed me away, I said, “Your health is important too.”

She gave me a quick smile and said, “Thank you. Now wash up.”

After the final study of me and Ms. Seo was finished, she looked down at me with the sweetest smile she had ever given me and said, “Now build your health.”

Certain it was my last time with both of them, I held her hips and thrust up a few times until she nodded, and held myself in a tiring angle that pleased her body as she rode me fast and hard. Her tan skin flushed, her hair finally unbound as she aimed her clitoris at my pelvic bone and used me for three swift climaxes. She got off after she got off and Ms. Choi settled on me. I stared up at her older beauty, as intoxicating as Ms. Seo’s if less mainstream, and ran my hands around her solid hips and waist, up to her dangling breasts, and down to her solid thighs as she settled her drenched sheath around me, rising and falling as she settled on and around me. I stared up at her in awe, taken again by the thought of the head of my cock buried in her to around her navel, and said, “Do what you need, I need it too.”

She finally graced me with a smile as she set her rhythm, her breasts swaying and slinging back and forth as she worked to another climax. I glanced around her to see Ms. Seo at our feet staring fixedly at Ms. Choi’s lips around my shaft, less like an artist and more like a voyeur, and just before she came, Ms. Choi said, “Come with me.”

I let myself go and thrust up deeply into her belly, fountaining into her as she spasmed around me. Finally, she collapsed onto me and smiled, “Very good.” She kissed me briefly and rose to her feet. “Come, to the table.”

On the table was a bottle of wine and three glasses, and Ms. Seo poured each of us a glass. She smiled as Ms. Choi said, “Welcome to the art world. Artists fuck their models all the time. Goodness knows we did it enough coming up the ranks. Posing nude, then exercising nude in bed with the artist to keep the job from the competition, then finally getting dumped because art needs nothing more than novelty, sheer novelty.”

Ms. Seo added, “And I suppose it’s necessary for art. You have to strive for art above all else. Affection for a model is less than useless. It puts you…well, in a rut, like you’ve been doing.” We all laughed, and she continued, “Your work supposedly becomes hackneyed, like a lover you’ve kept too long. The artworld is great for psychopathy that everybody dresses up as pseudo-philosophical bullshit. It’s what the system is built on. Shock the bourgeoisie, hump, pump, and dump the model, and bugger the public, but just make sure they pay you for the privilege of artistic cock up their ass.”

We laughed and my heart rose as Ms. Choi said, “But we’re not like that. À votre santé.”

We drank as I laughed, and Ms. Seo put her arm around my waist. “You helped my health very well.”

Ms. Choi nodded, “And now that the studies are done we needn’t be so professional.”

My dreams come true, I stared in joy from one to the other. Ms. Seo swallowed a sip of wine and asked, “You liked our professional manner, didn’t you? It turned you the hell on, didn’t it?”

“Yes. You were the sexiest women I’ve ever experienced.”

“Why?”

After a few seconds of thought, I replied, “You two controlling me, ordering me to do your bidding, posing me the way you like. Being examined artistically in every way imaginable. And the challenge of making you lose control in the end. And besides…” and I blushed.

“Yes?” asked Ms. Choi.

“I like older women…and…well, your…nationality.”

Ms. Choi laughed as Ms. Seo nodded and said, “I was right.” She kissed me with a fetching shrug and said, “And I like white men…and younger.”

I said, “And you, Ms. Choi?”

“We are Jenny and Helen to you now, unless you prefer to use our Korean names.”

“We’ll teach you,” Helen added, “until you sound like a native.”

I smiled, “In the fullness of time. Okay, Jenny, and?”

“You. I like a man who takes control of me and keeps control of himself. Your skin doesn’t matter much. Your age does, your health, your stamina. And I love the attention. I haven’t felt that from a man since I was in college. Helen gets the attention, elegant and slender; when you’re round and plump like me, most men only like your breasts.”

“Well, they are spectacular.”

She laughed, “I know. You always stare at them, even when they’re hidden. But you also stare at my face and into my eyes.” She sang quietly, “Et ça me fait quelque chose.”

Helen chuckled, “French is sexy until you work for French artists. It loses much of its charm then.”

Jenny continued singing as she danced up to me, and as she looked into my eyes she smiled and pulled my head down to kiss her. She hummed quietly as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, and I felt Helen embrace me from behind. They held me between them, caressing me as I focused on Jenny, her soft rounded body finally fully receptive to my touch. She gasped as I familiarized myself with the new her. My fingers reached her cunt and found it drenched and steaming. Her tunnel enveloped two fingers easily as she put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes.

At that moment, Helen grasped my cock firmly and stroked me fast and hard, whispering, “Always so hard for us, always so long for us.” In time with her rhythm, Jenny began riding my hand vigorously, and she muttered, “So many times you’ve drained yourself for us. We loved watching you staring at us. Now watch us. Show us how much it turns you on.”

Jenny rode fast and hard on my working fingers as Helen pounded away with her fist. Jenny stared forthrightly into my eyes, her face full of lust, and as her face and neck flushed and her scent filled the air, the squishing of her fluids as she took her pleasure on my hand pushed me close to the edge.

“Show me your cum,” she said, “spew on me, plant yourself on my belly instead of in it,” and as her cunt spasmed hard around my fingers and she groaned, I clenched and screamed and sprayed hard through Helen’s fist onto Jenny’s spasming belly as she overflowed onto my fingers.

I fell to my knees as Jenny wavered on her feet, and I watched with happy pride as the streaks of my cum on her belly dripped down toward her sweat-matted hair. I leaned in and pushed her thighs apart to see her swollen ravished cunt as she grabbed my head and pushed forward to let me kiss. I licked deeply as Helen’s fingertips played with my acorn as I hardened, and soon Jenny’s thighs clamped tight as she climaxed against my face.

Helen pushed her away and settled herself onto my cock, both of us watching Jenny as she sat back, spread her thighs, and rubbed herself lightly. Fully exposed to us, she began rubbing deeper with her right hand as her left fingertips circled her clit, and once Helen had taken me fully into her belly, I leaned back and pulled her with me to expose the joining of our flesh to Jenny’s greedy eyes.

We lasted perhaps three minutes, screaming in unison as my sperm fountained into Helen’s climaxing cunt as I stared fixedly at Jenny’s self-pleasuring, all three of us taking inspiration from watching the others. Helen pushed me off her and said, “To bed, to bed, for comfy head.” We laughed and I followed them into a room I hadn’t seen before, a small lean-to on the side with space for little but a massive bed.

Helen pushed me down and mounted me, taking me deep inside her as Jenny crouched above my face and settled with a happy sigh onto my swirling tongue. After each climaxed and I fountained my pleasure once again inside Helen, they switched places and rode me to another exhausted triple climax.

They lay on each side of me, kissing and hugging me as I caught my breath. Helen murmured, “We’re going to drain you. Tonight and every night.”

Jenny added, “I didn’t realize how much I need this every night.”

Helen chuckled, “Artists sleeping with their models. It’s always a male artist.”

Jenny added, “Two artists sleeping with their model. That’s always male artists.”

“Mine were.”

“And mine.”

Helen kissed me and murmured, “I hope you like us better than we liked them.”

Jenny added, “We’re much better artists than any of them were, and much better people. You’ll really like us.”

I replied, “I already do.”

They chuckled and Jenny smiled, “Already hard again?”

I felt down and said, “You two are already wet again?!?”

“Women are like water, you know.”

Helen chuckled, “Long to start boiling, long to cool off again.”

Jenny murmured, “Now make love to me, lover.” She lay back and spread her thigh as I rose to my knees and stared down in awe at her body open to me, her eyes welcoming me as she enveloped me. I thrust hard inside her and she met me thrust for thrust. As I rode her long and thoroughly, Helen changed position to stare enthralled at the join of our bodies, pushing Jenny’s knee high on my side to have a better view, and once our coupling had taken its delicious course, she reached down to stroke me hard and pushed me back and mounted me. As I delighted in the beautiful, elegant woman above me melting into lust, firm breasts jutting out to me as she impaled herself on me again and again, I looked down to see Jenny staring frankly at her lips pistoning around my shaft. I lasted long enough despite the two pairs of eyes devouring me in frank passion to coincide with Helen’s climax, and then for the next two hours coupled or sixty-nined with one or the other as the other watched us closely.

Finally, as I lay there in exhaustion between my two exhausted lovers, Jenny said, “I think from now on you will meet with each of us separately twice a week, and perhaps we can share you on Fridays and all weekend?”

I nodded and looked at Helen, who smiled through her tousled hair, “God yes, sounds heavenly, just let me sleep now.”

I awoke fresh and sore, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Jenny watching me with a tender expression. Helen lay behind me, spooning me as she snored lightly, and Jenny leaned in and kissed me lightly. “Good morning. I’m sure we all have a busy day of work ahead of us, so let me give you my address so you can keep me warm tonight.”

Helen muttered at that, grouchy at being woken, and complained something in Korean. “Because I’m your elder, my dear friend, and I’m your teacher, my dear student. Age finally has its privileges.” I laughed as Helen muttered something else in Korean, and Jenny smiled, “Forget Confucius. It’s still true.” Helen laughed, and Jenny added, “So kiss our new friend good-day and let’s clean up for the business of living.”

As we straightened up before leaving, Jenny put her arm around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. We smooched warmly as Helen came up beside me and kissed my cheek until I turned my head to kiss her as Jenny kissed my other cheek and down to my neck. They caressed my body lightly and then pulled away. “We’re too busy to start anything now. We have to finish last night’s work before we can continue last night’s play, so be off with you and smile when you think of us,” Helen said.

Jenny slipped a slip of paper in my hand and said, “Seven sharp. Just because we’re the best of friends now doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punctual anymore.”

“Can I be early?”

They laughed and Jenny replied, “As long as you never leave me hanging, you can come any time you like.”

We laughed as Helen handed me her personal card with a sweet note on the back and said, “Tomorrow at six. I’ll call you if I need to change the time.”

That evening Jenny opened her door to me and romanced me with wine and dancing, first vertical and then horizontal, and after she had temporarily drained me, we lay in each other’s arms. We chatted as we recovered, and we sixty-nined on our sides in leisurely fashion for half an hour. After she swallowed my seed for the second time, we curled up and slept.

A month later I was having lunch with Helen, as we did on alternate days, Jenny having my attention the other days. “Yes,” she said, “that’s right. Your accent is getting better.”

I chuckled, “Artists, always sculpting Galateas.”

She laughed and said, “Dear, we’re just making you more interesting. Some day no doubt you’ll leave your older lady loves for someone else, and we just want to make sure you can attract a good one.”

“Or to make sure I can continue to attract your own interest.”

She chuckled, “I prefer to strive to maintain your interest.”

“You know you do. Both of you.”

She nodded and sipped her tea as she glanced out the window, a model of svelte elegance in an impeccable dress suit, and my heart swelled when she glanced back at me with the private look that promised bliss and smiled, “But truly, your accent is finally charming.”

“Charming?”

“Oh yes, it was grating when you started.”

We laughed and I said quietly in Korean, “I want to take you on this table.”

With a look of mock shock, she replied, “Save it for dinner.”

“You’re dessert.”

She replied in English, “Yes, a most charming accent. It deserves a special treat.” Smiling beautifully, she drank again from her tea and watched me beguilingly over the rim. “However, the special treat I sometimes see you yearning for in your eyes will never happen.”

“Oh?”

“Even if we weren’t 100% straight, she’s my teacher, you know.”

I sat there for a second and chuckled. “It’s more that…the way you two catch on fire when the three of us are together, I wondered where that possibility stood.”

“We love to watch each other. The way you doubtless love to watch some guy you have no interest in slam it fast and hard inside a beautiful woman, the more explicit and open to the eyes the better. We only really see you, you know. Your responses, your body, your explosions. They set us on fire, get us ready for our turn.”

“Artists sleeping with their model.”

She smiled sad and wise at that and said, “No, we’ve both been there. It was rarely exciting and it always felt degrading. You’re not that sort of conquest to us. The times I gave in and let them have me, I was just a trophy. They took physical possession of me while painting or sculpting me so that the world could take possession of me with their eyes. I will admit, it was a thrill to make you pose and tease you with my control, right on the edge of ravishing me against the rules. And then ravishing you when the rules had ended. And the competition, did you want me or Jenny more? Who could make you come harder? We still feel that when it’s the three of us, but no, you’re our boyfriend now. We’ve domesticated you and you’ve domesticated us, and we share you to keep that initial excitement burning white-hot. We’re happy with you, so happy. You make us happy. We’ll do almost anything to make you happy…but not that.”

Her look asked me and I answered with a nod, “I’m fine with that. What you said, that’s what I want as well.”

She smiled happily and looked into my eyes for several seconds, then swallowed her tea quickly and finished, “I must go. Remember your promise of our meal tonight.” She blew me a kiss, the closest she or Jennie came to public affection and left me feeling, as it always did, as if she had kissed my breath out of me.