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My name is Linda. I am a twenty-six year old woman
who lives alone in an old house I recently inherited
from my grandmother. The house is a large Victorian
style almost big enough to be considered a mansion,
located in the outskirts of Orlando, Florida. My
dearly departed grandmother used it as a winter home
to get away from the frigid, icy conditions of West
Chicago. It was an escape for her – a way to get
around the demanding Chicago winter.

I moved into the house six months ago. The first
thing I did was to move out my grandmother’s old
things. I would not stereotype her as being old
fashioned, but my dearly departed 87 year-old
grandmother and a 26 year-old granddaughter do not
exactly share the same interior decorating ideas.
Out went the tiny 14-inch television set to be
replaced with a big screen. Away went the porcelain
bathtub, replaced with a modern shower so I could
stop washing my hair in the kitchen sink. And I
certainly had to get rid of her old phonograph
player. I mean, who listens to records any more in
the age of the CD?

I live in the house as a single woman who has never
been married nor do I have any immediate plans to get
married – or at least there is no one special in my
life right now. It is not because I am ugly or
because I have anything against men; it’s just that I
can’t find the right guy. I actually like men very
much and I really enjoy the sex, but my relationships
never last. As soon as a guy gets me into bed a few
times, he starts to change and then leaves me for
someone else. Men conquer me as though I am a prize
filly, and then toss me aside for another.

The problem is my boobs. They’re too big. I am a
short Hispanic woman with a large set of tits, and I
know it is my boobs that initially draw men to me. A
guy will notice the bulge in my blouse as I sit at
the bar or he passes by me at work. I can tell what
they really want by the way their eyes inevitably
roam down to my chest or glance at my cleavage. Men
often look at me as though they are trying to imagine
what is under my clothing, picturing me in a bra or
perhaps in the nude. As they politely hold the door
open for me to pass through, I know they are actually
imagining their hands wrapped around my ample melons
instead. Men try to capture me like I am some sort
of rare object they need to add to their collections.

It starts simple at first. The guy will set a subtle
trap with his words and actions. He will say nice
things and will act very polite. He might compliment
me on what I am wearing for the evening or maybe take
me to an expensive restaurant to show off his bank
account. Basically, he starts out treating me like
royalty.

I never let a guy to have his way at the start. I am
not an easy girl. I was raised proper and will not
allow a man to take me to bed on the first date; or
even the second or usually the third. Despite his
best efforts, I will force him to wait until we at
least get to know each other. And if I don’t like
what I see, I may not allow him to take me at all.

Eventually, after I go out with a guy a few times and
I conclude there is a potential for something between
us, I’ll go to bed with him.

The sex is always really good at first. Men seem to
like the extra excitement a big pair of tits adds to
the sexual experience, as though my boobs take their
immediate attention away from my pussy. As a
consequence, the foreplay lasts a long time and the
excitement really builds. Men have a fun time
squeezing my melons and teasing on my big nipples,
and I like it too. The experience really gets them
aroused and ready to fuck by the time we finally get
around to doing it.

The problem starts after we have sex a few times.
Some hold out longer than others. One guy may wait
until he gets me in the sack a few times while
another will be more interested in trying out a
couple different positions. But inevitably, they all
turn out the same. After the guy discovers what it
feels like to lift the weight of my big tits in his
hands or pucker up to my inflated nipples, the
novelty begins to wear off. He doesn’t complement me
as much and refuses to take me to nice places (except
when he can show me off to his buddies). He begins
to treat me more like a bimbo, like an object rather
than a person. At the same time, he no longer works
as hard at hiding his own faults. His true
personality begins to show through the facade. Most
of the time the guy turns out to be a real jerk.

The sex is always good, but after awhile I get tired
of it. One guy after another! It is always the
same. I wish I could meet a man who would take me
for who I truly am. That’s what made it all the more
frustrating when the tables were turned.

As I said, I live in an old house that I inherited
from my Grandmother. It is a large Victorian house
that is really much too big for me. Along with the
house, my grandmother also left me some money. In
fact, she left me quite a bit of money. It wasn’t a
fortune, but it was enough to quit my job as a
secretary and pursue a dream I had since childhood.
I was always quite good at drawing and wanted to be
an artist. I didn’t expect to become a famous
artist, but it was what I liked. I had always hoped
that I was at least good enough to perhaps teach it
to others some day.

I tried to pursue my dream out of High School, but
with no success. I enrolled myself in a private
liberal arts school for two years in attempt to try
it, but I soon discovered it was a waist of time.
There isn’t much money in being an artist, and the
tuition bills were beginning to mount. Even the most
famous painters in history- Michelangelo, Salvador
Dali, and a lot of others lived in poverty for much
of their lives. Ironically, most of the most famous
artists did not become famous until after they died.

It took me two years, but finally I came to my senses
and decided to be more practical. I dropped out of
school to get a real job. My dream had to put on the
back burner, left sizzling as a hobby as I pursued
more practical matters on the front burners.

I got a chance to change things after my grandmother
died and she left me most of the inheritance. I was
her favorite, as she always said, and now I got to
reap the rewards. Despite the high electric bills
for the poorly insulated house in the summer and the
constant need for maintenance of the old house all
year round, I owned the place free-and-clear. And
there are not many 26-year olds who can say they own
a house without a mortgage. Furthermore, I had
enough cash left over from the inheritance to buy a
nice compliment of stocks, bonds, and a rather
healthy savings account. It was enough so I could
quit my job and pursue my childhood dream.

I began my adventure by turning the downstairs
sunroom into a studio. I now spend most of my days
doing sketches, drawings, and the occasional
painting. My primary specialty is pencil and chalk
drawings. I am also pretty good with cartoon figures
and once tried to start a little cartoon column in
the local paper. It only went on for five weeks,
though, until the Mayor didn’t like my particular
rendering of his likeness.

Brush painting with colors is still difficult for me,
although that is where most of the money lies. I
notice most shoppers at the weekend art shows seem to
want large, color landscape scenes. They want
paintings to put over their fireplace mantels. Some
are willing to spend thousands of dollars for one,
even from an unknown artist! I’ve tried the big time
myself, but I prefer the black-and-white medium. The
most I ever made for a drawing was $200.00, which I
guess means I am talented but far from famous.

I began with landscape scenes, drawings pictures of
seagulls flying across the beach or the structure of
an interesting buildings in town, but lately I moved
on to the more difficult subject of the human form.
For this, I needed models; so I started hiring models
and made a number of figures. It was strange at
first. I mean, it felt strange to have another
person standing in my living room as I transferred
their image to the canvas, but I gradually got used
to it. Most of the models were art students
themselves and therefore understood my passion. Most
were also female because I didn’t want some strange
guy looking back at my bulging chest. One model in
particular, Lisa, eventually became a good friend of
mine. She gave me many compliments and said she
liked my work – and she didn’t say it just to humor
me or because she was being paid. She came over many
times for free just so she could learn some of my
techniques. We even exchanged places a few times and
she drew me instead. I have to sadly admit, though,
she was not very talented herself.

My first drawings of the human form were of the face
and upper limbs. I found it difficult in the
beginning. It was hard to properly capture the
subtle color change in the fleshtones of the human
form, but my eyes were gradually able to pick out the
details. The more I practiced, the better I became.
It was as though the circuits between my eyes and
fingertips slowly started developing in my brain.

My first drawings were all of clothed models, but as
any good artist will tell you, it is more important
to paint the nude form. I knew this all along and
really wanted to paint a nude model, but was too
embarrassed to ask. I would never pose nude myself,
and I therefore didn’t think it proper to ask someone
else to do it for me. Besides, I figured models
would ask for a lot more money to pose nude.

I didn’t draw a nude until Lisa made an offer to pose
herself. “Why not?” She questioned with reason.
“It’s art! It’s not slut.”

I agreed and we went ahead. Lisa posed nude for me
in my sunroom.

I must admit, it felt strange having a nude woman
lying down in the couch in my house. But like
before, I gradually got used to it. I soon went into
a trance and could ignore the fact she was nude. I
drew for the shear pleasure of drawing the human form
and capturing all the sulitaries of the human muscle
structure. Lisa later talked some of her friends
into posing nude for me also, and I found that I
really enjoyed it. My work visibly improved.

“Now you should try a man,” Lisa told me one day.
“Forget about painting woman all the time! You
should try experimenting with the more dramatic and
corrosive muscle structure of a man.”

“In the nude?” I questioned back. “I don’t think so!
It would feel too awkward.”

“Why not?” Lisa asked back. “You’re a professional
and I know a few male models who are also
professional. You should expand your experience. I
think it would improve your talents.”

So far, all my nudes were female, except for the time
when one of my old boyfriends allowed me to draw him,
but the drawing was now in ashes. I burned it right
after he suggested a threesome with one of his old
girlfriends.

Still, Lisa had a point. It would be a real
challenge to do a drawing of a nude male. I thought
about it a long time. After a few more proddings by
Lisa, I finally gave in.

The next afternoon the phone rang with a prospect.
“Hello,” I answered.

“Hello. I’m a friend of Lisa and I’m calling about a
modeling job. She said you were looking for an
undraped male model.”

“Yes,” I choked. Undraped in the language of an
artist meant nude. I wasn’t quite sure how to
respond to a man offering to pose nude for me.

“Am I speaking to the right person?”

“Oh yes,” I came to my senses. “I’m Linda. Lisa
told me she would give out my number, but I wasn’t
expecting a response to soon.”

“Sorry!” He graciously apologized. “I can call back
later if you want.”

“No, that’s fine,” I felt like she was tripping over
my own words. “That’s fine. The sooner the better,
I guess.”

The line was silent for several seconds.

“Um, what do you pay?” He finally took the
initiative.

I hadn’t thought about pay yet. Most models earn
near minimum wage. Undraped female models usually
wanted a little more, and I figured a guy would want
even better pay. “Fifteen dollars an hour,” I took a
wild guess and then added the single word “undraped”
under my breath.

“That’s fine!” He accepted enthusiastically.

By the tone of his voice I realized my estimate was
too high, but it didn’t matter. I had the money and
could always lower for the next time – if there was a
next time.

Then I thought about what I was doing and realized I
forgot to ask him any questions. I felt stupid. I
was practically offering him a job without knowing
anything about him.

“I know you are a friend of Lisa and you are probably
acceptable,” I told him. “But could you tell me
about yourself? I mean, do you have any previous
modeling experience?”

“Oh yes, quite a bit over the last two years. It
helps pay for tuition.”

“You are a student then? What’s your major?”

“At the moment, undeclared,” He answered almost
shamefully. “I came in under a soccer scholarship
and play on the football and baseball teams, and I am
still taking classes in several areas to search for
what I really want. I met Lisa in one of my art
classes.”

It sounded as though he was a real athlete. Linda
liked that, for it meant he probably had well toned
muscles that would add to her experience. She also
had a momentary thought about how exciting it would
be to see him in the nude, but she quickly dismissed
it. This is art, not slut, she reminded herself.

“What kind of modeling experience do you have?” She
quickly forced her mind to look in different
direction.

“Commercial photography and posing for artist like
yourself. An ad agency first picked me off the
street. They said I had the perfect face for one of
their layouts. I’ve been doing modeling ever since
and I really like it. It’s one of the few jobs where
I can fit around classes and soccer practice.”

He sounded pleasant enough and already had some
experience. His mention of an add agency picking him
off the street started me thinking that he probably
had a very handsome face. It looked as if Lisa
picked out the perfect candidate.

“You’re hired,” I offered him the job. “When are you
available?”

“Tuesday and Thursday mornings are best for me. I
don’t have any classes until the afternoon on those
days. And I’m an early riser.”

I laughed. “I’m afraid I am not an early riser
myself. How does 9:00 AM sound?”

“Sounds good! I’ll be there.”

“By the way, my name’s Linda.” I suddenly realized
I hadn’t given him my name yet.

“Oh, sorry, I’m Roberto.”

I gave him my address and we finished the call.

* * * *

Tuesday morning was hot and humid. Roberto arrived
at about a quarter to nine. I opened the front door
and was pleasantly surprised.

Roberto was young and finely muscled. He wore shorts
and a tank top that nicely displayed his large biceps
and muscular chest. I should of known what to
expect, but I pushed it out of my mind instead. A
guy going to school on a sports scholarship would
naturally be well built and muscular. He was a fine
specimen of a man and looked perfect to practice and
fine-tune my drawing skills. I couldn’t help but
think he was also a fine specimen for a girl to do
many other things with as well.

“Morning, I’m Roberto,” He greeted at the door,
interrupting my pleasant thoughts.

I couldn’t help but fantasy what he would look like
without the shorts and tank top to get in the way,
and then suddenly realized I would. This male body
was going to pose for me in the nude! I couldn’t
believe it.

“I take it, you’re Linda?” He questioned.

I came back to my senses and tried to put the picture
of his nude body out of my mind. “Oh yes! You have
the right house.”

We shook hands. I noticed his grasp was hard and
raspy. His hands were callused. He almost crushed
my tiny fingers.

I invited him in and walked him back to the sunroom
where I had my studio set up. Right away he showed
interest in my drawings that I had stuck up around
the studio walls. “These are great!” he said
enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” I replied, not really sure if he really
meant it or not.

“Wow, you really understand the human body! You
show great promise.”

I figured he was just bullshitting, brow noosing like
a will oiled politician, but I appreciated the
compliment anyway.

We talked for about ten minutes before getting
started. I asked him a few questions about school,
and he asked me a few questions about my work. He
seemed intelligent and was a good conversationalist.
He mentioned something about a chemistry lab he had
to finish up after lunch. He didn’t sound like the
typical jock.

I was a little scarred of him at first. He was a big
guy, especially compared to my small stature. I
think my eyes only came up to his chest. He looked
to be nearly six feet tall and probably weighed in at
about 220 lbs. – and there wasn’t much in the way of
fat on his body. It looked as though he did a lot of
weightlifting to keep himself healthy.

He made me feel nervous. There were butterflies in
my tummy, making me feel as though I was about to
give a speech in front of a large audience. I tried
to hide it. I didn’t want him to know that he was my
first male nude model, even though Lisa may have told
him anyway. I don’t know if he noticed it or not.

His words slowly put me to rest. I would have
preferred to talk to him a lot more, but he said he
needed to finish up by 11:30. He suggested we get
started, so I pointed to a folding screen in the
corner of the room that Lisa liked to use. It seemed
strange at the time, to offer an area for privacy to
a guy who was about to take off all his cloths, but
it seemed like the pilot thing to do.

Roberto disappeared behind the screen to re-emerged
two minutes later wearing a plain silk robe. I
continued talking the whole time, telling him the
poses were up to him. I think the talking helped me
to relax.

“I first want to get accustomed to drawing your
form,” I told him. “I have nothing special in mind.
I figured a couple of ten to fifteen minute drawings
each. You can decide on the poses and when to
change,” I offered. “If you find a pose too much of
a strain, just change.”

“OK.”

I saw him in the robe and he looked even better. The
knowledge of the lack of clothing underneath began to
get me excited.

“You can stand or there is a couch and stool,” I
spoke to get it out of my mind.

Then he did it. He simply nodded and removed his
robe. He undressed like it was nothing out of the
ordinary.

I liked what I saw! He had long, muscular legs and a
tight backside. His physic was excellent. And best
of all, he looked like he was rather well hung! I
tried not to look too close, but his dick looked to
be a little longer than what I considered average.

For the first drawing, he simply sat on the arm of
the couch and leaned back. He faced me at an angle
and gave me a profile, which made his dick look even
bigger. I started drawing just to keep my eyes off
it, but it remained very impressive and I couldn’t
stop looking down at the thing. I began to fantasize
what it would look like when it was proud and erect.
And the more I looked at it, the more I started
realizing how big he was. He was definitely more
than the average six incher. This one was at least
seven; maybe even eight or nine. Occasionally it
seemed to swell slightly, but I think this was only
my imagination.

His next pose was standing with his back towards me
and his face looking over his shoulders. I could no
longer see his dick, but I was almost just as excited
by his ass. It was taut yet fluid, clenching
beautifully whenever he moved one of his legs. I
found my breathing becoming increasingly hard. My
heart was beating faster.

For the third pose he again faced me, this time lying
down on his side on the couch. This made his dick
look even bigger. To my surprise, it was the sexiest
pose yet. Instead of staying between his legs, his
organ fell to the side. It extended out from the
middle of his body and pointed downward, almost long
enough to touch the fabric of the couch. I was in
shock. Clearly, this was no ordinary male organ.
Roberto had a monster. He had a real whopper of a
cock.

At 10:00, I decided we both needed a short break, I
think me more than him. He wrapped himself in his
robe, grabbed a water bottle from his bag and stepped
out into the courtyard. Meanwhile, I tried to regain
my composure as I looked at the three drawings I did
so far. They weren’t very good, but I didn’t care.
It was difficult to draw with your hands shaking and
your heart beating like crazy. I was still as
excited and light-headed when he returned.

It was time for a few longer poses where I could get
into additional detail. I asked him to do a sitting
pose first. He graciously took off his robe and did
what he was told, just like a proper servant would do
for his master. As soon as I saw him in his full
frontal nudity, I suddenly had this crazy, erotic
idea go through my head. I thought about really
being a master with Roberto as my real servant. It
would be fantastic if I could order him to do
whatever I wanted, but I tried to put the idea out of
my mind. The idea was too erotic to consider.

I began again. I started with my fourth drawing of
Roberto. This was the first drawing where I drew his
dick. I started with his face and upper torso, and
then moved down to his waist and his big organ in the
middle. I had never drawn a man’s dick before and
found it very exhilarating. I couldn’t help but want
to draw it in the erect position, extended up into
the air an incredibly long distance, like half the
way up to his chest. Needless to say, it was
difficult to keep my concentration.

For the last drawing, I asked him to do a semi-
reclining pose. I liked it when he lay on his side
before but thought it too awkward to draw him twice
in the same position. So I tried to get as close as
possible, asking him to sit up against one arm of the
couch at an angle. He did so, but he did not quite
understand what I wanted. I really wanted his left
leg to be a little further over the side and a little
more bent. He started to move his leg in the wrong
direction, so I instinctively reached out. As I did,
my hand lightly touched the inside of his thigh and
brushed against his dick. I did not try to touch him
on purpose. It was an accident – or at least it
wasn’t a conscious accident. As far as my
unconscious was concerned, perhaps it was going for
it the whole time. In any case, the touch of his
dick sent a quivering thrill through my arm, like an
electric shock. At exactly the same moment, his dick
jumped to life.

Embarrassed but excited, I stepped back, cleared my
throat and said “Yes that’ll be fine, I think.”

I realized I was smiling, and then noticed Roberto
look up at me and smile too. Our eyes met. I think
he knew what I was thinking. The heart inside my
chest began to pound like crazy and my hands began to
shake, but I tried to ignore it. I went back to the
canvas and began painting.

Then I noticed Roberto’s organ jerk upwards again.
It seemed to be starting to get aroused and inflated
a little bit more. The heart inside my chest beat
even faster. The image of his erect cock again
formed in my mind.

There was no doubt about it. He really was a very
well endowed young man. He became a little harder
but ignored it. He didn’t seem to notice, so I tried
to ignore it too. It was impossible, of course, so I
tried to at least act as though I didn’t notice it
and kept drawing. I kept drawing because I didn’t
know what else to do.

I wanted to see it erect so bad I was almost willing
to go up and adjust his legs again, but it soon
stopped. It reached a plateau, and then began to
soften again. Gradually, after about a minute or so,
his cock started to go back to normal. I began to
come off my plateau at the same time.

It made me disappointed, but I was not surprised. It
would have been nice to see it inflate some more, but
I was happy with what I already saw. I think he had
inflated his dick to only half-size, but it was
enough to make it about five inches long. Clearly,
his cock had much further to go and it was already at
the size of a normal man. In comparison to other
male organs I’ve seen, Roberto was very impressive is
size. He had to have a ten-inch cock and it looked
plenty wide too.

Unfortunately, 11 o’clock came all too quickly. The
two hours were up and I was feeling disappointed. I
wanted to reach out and move his leg again. I wanted
to brush my arm against his penis once more and see
it inflate a second time, but that would have been
too forward. I was not a slut, although I have to
admit that I was starting to get very hot and horny.

“I didn’t realize it was so late!” He said with
surprise after I told him that we were done. “But I
suppose it’s kind of hard to tell the time when you
don’t wear a watch; or anything else for that
matter.”

I paid him the $60.00 and asked when he could come
back.

“Thursday morning, if you would like?” He replied.

“Excellent!” I said with glee. “I would really like
to start again with some more drawings. I think we
got off to a very good start.”

Roberto smiled at me and then went behind the screen
to put his cloths back on again. A wave of
disappointment came over me as I saw his ass
disappear behind the screen.

Second Session

I couldn’t wait for Thursday morning to come around.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I
became. Two full days of waiting almost killed me.
The first night I had erotic dreams about him. The
following night I had trouble sleeping because I was
so anxious. Roberto made me more aroused than any
other man I ever met before, and I hardly knew him.
We never even went out on a date or had a meaningful
conversation. He was nearly a stranger, yet I still
wanted him.

Of course, I knew the reason for the attraction. It
was his cock. I never met a man with such a big cock
before. I desperately wanted to see him naked and to
draw him one more time. I also wanted to see how big
he really was.

The idea came to me during the first drawing session,
while he was still in the room. It entered my mind
as I was doing my last drawing; right after he became
partially erect. It was a very naughty idea. At the
time, I pushed it to the back of my mind. It was one
of those thoughts you naturally put aside, but I
couldn’t help but think about it a lot more since
then. Now, I couldn’t get it out of my head.

The idea was obvious. If I wanted to see how big
Roberto really was, I needed to get him aroused. And
if I wanted to get him aroused, I had to show him my
boobs.

I knew I could do it because I often did it
unintentionally. It happened mostly to young teenage
boys. I would be wearing a low cut blouse and
accidentally bend over in front of them. Or
sometimes it happened just by wearing something tight
across my chest. It was as if they had never seen a
girl with such a big chest before. I would notice
the front of their pants begin to swell and be able
to tell what was happening inside.

The thought of doing the same thing to Roberto sent a
hot wave of excitement through my body. Instead of
seeing the outline of his excitement through his
pants, I would be able to witness the real thing.
And instead of seeing a normal hard-on, I would be
able to see an eight or perhaps even a ten incher.
All I had to do was wear a tight blouse with a low
neckline. I just had to expose my cleavage and show
him a hint of tit. And if that didn’t work, I could
bend over in front of him or maybe could brush up
against his dick like before. It was almost too
exciting to think about.

The idea was wicked and naughty, I knew, but I
couldn’t help it. It made me excited just to think
about it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if my
intentions were too obvious. I wore a tight blouse
and a very short pair of shorts. The blouse was old
and well worn, the kind you hide in the bottom of the
dresser out of fear of accidentally forgetting you
have it on while opening the front door to a dirty
old salesman. The neckline came down in a deep,
plunging style, displaying the upper portion of my
swelling breasts and several inches of cleavage. It
was white in color and fit rather tightly across my
chest, enough to give Roberto a nice view of the
outline of the bra underneath. In the right
conditions – like maybe in the bright sunlight of the
backyard – it would be nearly transparent and he
would be able to see my full cleavage. I had
intended to give the blouse away to goodwill or some
other charity some day, but never quite got around to
it.

As I looked at myself, I wondered if it might be too
much. I worried that Roberto might guess my
intentions and decide not to model for me. After
all, he was an art student and understood that sex
and the art of drawing a nude model were two very
different subjects. He might think I was some dirty
old woman. He could simply walk out on me.

But then I remembered the smile he wore with his
partial erection. He didn’t seem to mind showing off
to me before. He actually looked as though he rather
enjoyed it. I hoped he would enjoy it again. I
looked at myself closer.

The blouse left little to the imagination. He would
easily be able to see the size of my chest. I
purposely wore a conservative, full button down
blouse during the first drawing session out of the
embarrassment of drawing a nude man. I’m sure he was
able to see that I had large breasts by the size of
my large buldge, but he was not able to see the
slightest hint of boob. This time was just the
opposite. The blouse wasn’t only small, but it was
also well worn after too many washings. One of the
seams on the shoulder already was coming apart. The
rest of them looked like they were about split open.
In fact, it looked like if I took a deep breath it
might set off an explosion. Every seam on the blouse
might suddenly fail all at once, blasting it into a
dozen strips of shrapnel and leaving me in only a
bra.

To complete the ensemble, I decided to also wear my
shortest pair of shorts. I am a short girl with
short legs, so I do not have sexy long legs. But I
wanted to show them off as much as possible. I
therefore picked out a tight set of shorts, tight
enough to display the outline of my ass. They also
had a slit up the side to show a hint of skin along
my thigh. The shorts were not nearly as sexy as the
blouse, but then I didn’t have long and sexy legs
anyway. It would have to do.

The doorbell rang.

I jumped and felt a moment of hesitation. Maybe I
should wait for a few more drawings sessions, I
thought to myself. Maybe I should wait until I at
least get to know the guy. But I couldn’t wait. Two
days were bad enough. I couldn’t wait an entire
week. Even if he turned around and walked out on me,
it was worth it I might be able to rescue the
situation by telling him that I didn’t realize what I
was wearing. It was just some old thing I liked to
wear around the house. Luckily, the weather was
cooperating and it was a hot and humid day.
Considering the temperature, it would not be unusual
for a woman to wear such an outfit around the house.

The doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath and
walked out of the bedroom. I was still hesitant, but
I went to open the door anyway.

I could see it in Roberto’s eyes as soon as he saw
me. He starred. His eyes seemed to almost bulge out
of his skull. I noticed them pointing directly down
to my chest.

“Hi Roberto!” I attempted to break his lock on me.
“Sorry I kept you waiting, but I was out back doing
some spring cleaning. It sure is hot outside.”

“It sure is!” He answered with his eyes still on my
chest.

“I know you have classes, so why don’t we get started
right away?” I let him back to the sunroom.

“Do you want to start from where we left off
yesterday?” He seemed to break out of his trance as
soon as I turned around.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” I offered. “I
would like to get some more poses of you laying on
your side.”

Roberto went behind the folding screen as I got out
my pencils and easel.

I couldn’t believe my luck! He noticed my chest yet
didn’t turn to leave. He came right in the front
door despite my near nudity. I think I maybe even
excited him already. I wondered if his cock was
already growing. I hoped it was! I could easily
imagine him walking around from the back of the
screen with an erection pointed up at attention from
between his legs.

Roberto came out from behind the screen. He did not
take long to undress. He soon stood before me with
only a robe around his body.

I, at the same time, stood with my nearly transparent
blouse and shorts around my own body. I knew he was
able to see the outline of my bra cups underneath. I
knew he was able to make out my ample cleavage.

“Do you want me to start out on the couch?” He asked.

“That would be fine,” I accepted. “Just lay down
naturally, similar to Tuesday. I’d like a simple
drawing first, just to get myself in the mood.”

Roberto hesitated for a moment, and then bared
himself once more.

I was disappointed. He was flaccid, and he remained
flaccid. Apparently, he was able to take his
attention away from my sparsely clad body and big
boobs. Or else – and I didn’t even want to think
about this – but maybe he was gay. It would be just
my luck! I find I guy with an eight incher, and he
turns out to be gay. It was certainly possible, I
knew. There always seemed to be a rather large
number of gay artists. I never understood exactly
why, but certainly hoped it wasn’t true of Roberto.

There was also the possibility he just had sex. I
didn’t know if he had a girlfriend. I also didn’t
know how sexually active he was. Given his size, I
suspected he both had a steady girlfriend and a few
“friends” on the side. His last sexual encounter may
have been only an hour ago, in which case my sexy
blouse was a waist of time. It was difficult to know
and I couldn’t just come right out and ask him.
There was nothing I could do but worry about it.

I started to draw. If he did just have sex, my only
alternative was to start drawing with what I had It
was a consequence I had to live with.

It still felt very exciting to draw him, even in his
flaccid state. I purposely asked him to lie on his
side so I could again see his dick lying across his
thigh. I think it was his sexiest pose yet. I loved
the way his dong practically touched the fabric of
the couch. I had a good time drawing it. I made
sure I captured every detail.

No matter what the cause, he stayed flaccid for the
twenty-five minutes or so, until I finished the first
pose. I desperately hoped his last opportunity for
sex was at least the night before. Even better, I
hoped he didn’t have any since the weekend.

We didn’t talk much at first. I think I was too
anxious to talk. I was also quite tired because I
hadn’t slept well the previous night.

The second pose was of Roberto sitting on the stool.
He sat down and looked to the side. I mostly notice
his dick almost disappear between his legs. “Could
you maybe,” I started ask, but then stopped.

“Could I what?” He questioned.

I wasn’t sure how to say what I wanted. “Could you
maybe, well, just open your legs just a tad.”

To my surprise, he did not object and nicely opened
his legs for me. And he didn’t just open them a tad,
but actually opened them quite wide. He allowed me
to see his full glory in the center. I distinctly
noticed the tip of his dick lying against the hard
surface of the stool.

“That’s perfect!” I happily accepted. “Hold it just
like that!” His cock was on full display. I could
see everything.

During this second drawing, we started a
conversation. He asked me about how many drawings I
had sold, and I told him that I didn’t keep track.
It was now somewhere around 60 or 80 I guessed.

The conversation gradually turned to music and
concerts we recently attended. It turned out that
both of us like the same kind of music, new age,
although his tastes were somewhat more rounded and he
also liked classical.

The conversation then turned to our social life, and
he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I answered him
truthfully and told him there was no one I was seeing
at the time, and then I asked him about a girlfriend.

To my delight, Roberto said he didn’t have anyone
either. There was a girl who he was very serious
about, but they broke up about a month before. He
also said he was still affected by the breakup and
hadn’t dated since.

I felt a little sorry for him, but couldn’t help but
feel ecstatic at the same time. A month! I kept
thinking to myself. Assuming he was being honest
with me, which might be a big assumption, he was
without sex for a month. I also felt sorry for the
poor girl who could no longer enjoy his big dong.

Getting a little bolder for the third pose, I asked
Roberto if he would again sit facing me, but this
time if he could face me with his arms behind his
back.

“Do you want me to keep my legs spread open?”

I tried to be professional, but found it difficult to
think about anything but his cock. “I guess so,” I
shrugged my shoulders. “Why not?”

I think he spread his legs apart even further.

“Just wait!” I couldn’t help myself. “How about
moving your body slightly to the side, but keep your
face pointed directly at me?”

Getting even bolder, I walked up and placed my hand
on his knee. At the same time, I made sure to bend
over so my cleavage stuck out right in front of his
face. I pushed on his knee and turned him slightly
to the right. Then, thinking I had nothing to loose,
I placed my left hand on his right knee.

I pushed on it and suddenly realized what I was
doing. I had Roberto’s knees in my hands, one in
each hand, and I was spreading his legs open wide.

“That’s perfect!” I quickly let his leg go. “I hope
the pose doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” He answered. “I feel a bit stretched,
but I’m fine.”

I walked back to the easel and quickly began drawing.
He was perfect. From the side, I could see
everything. He was turned slightly to the right now,
which meant I had a good view of the length of his
dick. I also had an excellent view of his nut sack.
It sat on the hard surface of the table and was
pushed upward, almost as though he was showing off
his balls. I noticed even his nuts were big,
although I wasn’t sure. I never paid much attention
to a man’s nuts before. I’ve always been much more
interested in their shafts.

I began drawing and thought I noticed it begin to
inflate. I wasn’t sure, but quickly took advantage
of the situation and went down to draw it. I began
the drawing of his dick.

It definitely was a little longer than before, but
not by much. It was about the same as when I saw it
two days ago. I think my cleavage did it to him, or
perhaps it was my hands spreading open his legs. In
either case, Roberto didn’t seem to notice. He
simply sat on the stool as though nothing was out of
the ordinary.

I began to get more and more horny. I wanted to see
more. I wanted to be able to draw him long, hard,
and erect. And then I realized, why not? Roberto
couldn’t see the front of the canvas. I could use my
imagination and he would never know the difference.
I would just have to stop when I was done and throw
the canvas to the side, saying I made a mistake.

It was exciting. I never drew a hard cock before,
but it was easy to do in my aroused state. I think I
exaggerated it even more than it really was. I drew
it to be about a foot long and plenty wide too. My
drawing was of a thick, long piece of male tube
steak.

Roberto continued sitting on the stool in the bare,
unaware what I was doing behind the canvas. After
five minutes I decided I had enough and took down the
canvas, but I still wanted to see some more.

“This isn’t working!” I spoke with disgust, making
sure he couldn’t see the drawing as I removed the
paper and rolled it up. “I don’t quite have you
right.”

I figured I had nothing to loose and walked up to him
again. I did like the last time, bending down
directly in front of his face and placing my hands on
his knees. I first pulled his knees together and
closed his legs.

“No, that’s not right either!” I critiqued the pose
and then pushed his legs apart again. This time, I
made certain I remained leaned over him for several
seconds. He had a long time to eye my bountiful
cleavage.

“Look up at me,” I told him. “And now look down just
a tad.” I made sure his eyes were directly focused
on the opening of my blouse. He had no choice but to
stair directly at my tits.

“Now keep your eyes on me,” I spoke as I walked
backwards towards the canvas. I realized I had
partially hidden myself behind the canvas before,
which might explain his still flaccid state. This
time, I made sure my body was more visible. I stood
to the left and made sure he had a direct view of the
two big bulges in my chest.

“Keep your eyes pointed up in this direction,” I made
sure he could see. “And keep those knees open.”

I immediately noticed it. It was partially inflated,
just like it was two days before. I noticed the tip
of his cock was now lifted up off the seat of the
stool. I think it was even more inflated than
before. It was close to five inches long.

“That’s perfect!” I began drawing it with earnest.

Then it grew bigger. The tip lifted up off the stool
some more and it grew to about six inches in length.
I couldn’t believe it! He was the same length of
most men, and yet he was still relatively flaccid. I
wondered if had exaggerated enough in my last
drawing.

“Oh, that’s very good!” I edged him on. “Keep going!
Just a little bit more.”

And he did! His cock continued to elongate I
stopped drawing to watch it, but kept my hand up to
the canvas to make it look as though I was still
drawing.

Before I knew it, Roberto was seven inches long and
still growing! His shaft began to rise up from
between his legs. It now pointed straight out.

And even more incredible, Roberto didn’t seem to
notice. He simply stayed seated and looked up at me
with a blank expression on his face. For a moment, I
wondered if had forgotten his nakedness. After all,
he wasn’t looking down at himself. Maybe he thinks
everything is still normal!

It almost jumped up to nine inches. “Oh my God!” I
had to say out loud. I know that he heard me, but he
still didn’t react. He knew what was happening, but
his control was unbelievable. He just kept getting
harder and harder, and longer and longer.

I think my words made him get hard even faster. His
shaft lifted up some more and inflated to about a ten
inch length. It now looked to be just about fully
erect. It looked rock hard and incredibly long. I
wasn’t sure, but I think he was at a full erection.
I waited for a few seconds longer just to make sure,
but he only grew slightly. I suddenly realized I was
drawing a male model with a full erection.

I wasn’t sure, but I think Roberto nearly had a ten
incher. It was almost twice as long as any man I
ever saw before. But even with a full erection, he
acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I
think this made it even more arousing for me. Here
is a man with a ten-inch cock standing in my house,
and he was acting as though nothing is wrong!

I couldn’t believe my luck. Although I had planned
the whole thing, I thought to myself, why waste this
opportunity?

So, I started to draw his erect cock with urgent
fury. “Yes, hold it right there,” I told him, and he
did.

“How is the drawing going?” He asked as I drew the
mushroom tip of his big cock.

“Fine,” I forced myself to answer. “It’s going just
fine. Just putting on a few finishing touches.”

I drew in a few lines of shading to catch the
fullness his mushroomed cock-head, and then told him
I was done. Roberto immediately got up and went over
to the couch.

“How would you like me to pose next?” He asked as he
lay down. “How about this?” He laid down on the
couch in a very provocative pose, with one leg up the
side of the couch and the other dangling off the end.
In the center stood his magnificent erection,
standing upright and tall at attention. Roberto gave
me a clear, unencumbered view of his size. He looked
even longer now when I could see it from the side.

“That’s perfect,” I answered as I quickly began
drawing again. This time, I started with his cock.
I began drawing his cock and balls, and the small
area around his waist. I did not bother with his
face or other bodily features. The only thing I was
interested in was his sexual instrument.

I never realized how exciting it would be to draw a
man’s dick, especially a big man. As I looked at it
to gather the details, I noticed he was starting to
cumm. “That’s very nice,” I had to compliment.

A line of wet pre-cumm traveled down from the tip of
his cock to his stomach. I decided to include it
into the drawing.

Incredibly, he stayed hard the entire time. It was
now going on twenty minutes. He remained at an
erection the entire time, even though no one touched
or physically stimulated him in any way. I knew the
only stimulation he was receiving was through my
chest and the rest of my body. I wondered what kind
of fantasies he was imagining about my body to keep
himself hard. Is he squeezing my big tits? I asked
myself. Or is he now imagining himself fucking me? I
wondered, as I thought about it myself. All my past
boyfriends were normal sized. I never had more than
six inches inside me before. I thought about
Roberto’s cock and wondered what it would be like to
have such a big shaft pushed up into my belly. The
thought of it was making me wet.

“Do you want me to make any changes in the pose?” He
asked to interrupt my little fantasy.

“No! You’re perfect!” I said with more enthusiasm
than I wanted. “I mean, stay frozen. Stay exactly
the way you are.”

“You mean full?” He asked to my astonishment.

I didn’t know quite what to say. I never had a model
ask me if I wanted him to remain at a full erection.
It felt very embarrassing.

“Yes,” I answered before I knew the words were out of
my mouth. “Yes, I mean to stay full,” I tried to
correct myself but only made it worse.

“That’s no problem,” He answered simply. “As long as
I can look back at the artist, I can stay full for as
long as you desire.”

I blushed with embarrassment, and then realized how
much more embarrassed he was feeling. At least I was
wearing something. He was stark naked! And even
worse, he had well-endowed sexual features and a full
hard-on!

“You like it, don’t you?” Roberto asked after about a
minute more.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Yes,” I
had no choice but to say as I was drawing it. “You
are very impressive.”

“Then can I ask what portion of my body you are
drawing right now?”

I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want to answer, but I
think he already saw the uneasiness in my expression.
So I decided to answer truthfully. “Well, your
penis,” I said shyly.

“Let me see,” He quickly stood up and walk towards
me.

I immediately felt a rush of embarrassment. I had
never intended him to see my drawing. I suddenly
realized the entire canvas was filled with his big
cock. It was the only part of him I was drawing. I
wanted to cover it up and did not want him to see,
but it was too late.

“Very nice,” He complimented as he looked at it. “I
can see you have quite an eye for detail. I can also
see that you have been examining me very closely to
capture such exquisite detail.”

I felt utterly humiliated. “I’m sorry,” I tried to
apologize. I expected him to tear up the drawing and
go storming out of the room.

Instead, he looked back at me confused. “Sorry for
what?” He said simply, and then went back over to the
couch.

I suddenly realized that he didn’t mind me drawing
his long shaft. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. I
smiled with relief and went back to draw in the final
details.

As soon as I was done with the second drawing,
Roberto was all ready for the third. “How about
this?” He stood up and gave me a side profile. Then
he took his finger and pressed it down on the
backside of his hard-on so that it pointed straight
out of his body.

“Oh my God!” I found myself saying out loud. His
cock looked even longer when it pointed straight out.
It looked to be about a foot long.

“What did you say?” He asked as he let go and his
cock again returned to its normal position.

“No, I mean that was perfect,” I said. “Give me that
same pose.”

“You mean like this,” He gave me a side profile
again, but did not touch himself.

“No, I mean what you just did before,” I corrected.

He looked back at me confused. “I’m afraid I don’t
know what you mean. Could you show me?”

My heart skipped a beat and I almost forgot to
breathe. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to do
it myself.

“I mean like this,” I spoke as I stepped forward and
went to my knees. I stopped only inches from his
long shaft and placed my finger on its backside just
as he had done a few seconds earlier.

His cock visibly twitched for me as I pressed down.
It felt very hard and was very ridged. I found it
necessary to place quite a bit of pressure on it to
get it to point straight out from his body.

“Like this,” I instructed as I handled his
magnificent tool. “I want to see it pointed out
perpendicular like this. Make it look like a handle,
like it is a convenient handle for a woman to grab
onto and lead you around with.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but Roberto
understood. He pushed down on his shaft as I went
back to my drawing board.

“Tell me,” I asked as I drew. I was getting braver.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how long is it?”

“How long do you think it is?” He immediately
answered with a question.

Roberto took me by surprise. I didn’t expect him to
request an estimate. I wanted to say it was the
longest I had ever seen, but I held back.

“I don’t know,” I answered slyly.

“Come on, take a guess,” He tempted me.

I didn’t know what to say. It looked like it was
nearly ten inches long, but I figured my heightened
state of arousal probably added another two inches.
“About eight,” I fought my embarrassment and answered
him.

He smiled back and I immediately knew that I had not
underestimated. “Maybe nine,” I quickly added.

“Nine inches?” He answered in the form of a question.
“Tell me Linda, do you have a ruler anywhere handy.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe it.
This well endowed young man was going to show me
exactly how long he was.

“Yes,” I answered without thinking. I indeed had a
ruler. Like any good artist, I used it occasionally
to make sure I captured the proper perspective.

“Why don’t you get it,” He proposed. “And measure me
yourself.”

The pencil I held in my hand sent a dark black mark
across the page just before it dropped to the floor.
He not only wanted to show me his measurements; he
wanted me to take them myself. “Maybe later,” I
answered shyly but excitedly. It was all I could
say.

I bent down to pick up the pencil and thought about
it some more. I never took a man’s measurements, not
even the measurements of a normal man. I pictured
myself holding a ruler along the side of Roberto’s
manhood and couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Actually, maybe I should,” I changed my mind. “I
mean, it would help to make the drawing, well, more
accurate.”

“Then go ahead,” He offered himself to me.

I quickly went into my box of art supplies and took
out a ruler. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I was going to measure the length of a guy’s dick,
and this was a guy with a really long dick.

Roberto presented himself very calmly as I faced him
with the ruler. He no longer touched himself or
pointed his dick straight out. Instead, his erection
was in its natural state, pointed up at attention.

“Go ahead and take as many measurements as you want,”
He offered.

I went down to my knees and touched his member. It
again jumped in response. I noticed it was even
wetter than before. I made the tip of his cock
straight out again and noticed it was soaked with his
juices. I then held the ruler along its side.

“How long?” He asked.

“Just wait,” I wasn’t done yet. Given the
opportunity, I had to take advantage of it. First I
measured the length of one side and then I measured
the other. I also took care the measure the top and
bottom even though I knew they would be the same.

“Almost ten inches,” I finally concluded. “It’s very
impressive!”

“That’s what they all say,” He answered almost in a
laugh. “All the women tell me I’m impressive,
especially after I give them a good fuck.”

“Fuck?” I said without thinking.

“Yea, they all like getting fucked by a whopper,” He
answered casually. “They all like the way it spreads
their twats apart and penetrates them so deep. Every
woman likes a deep penetration.”

I still held his cock in my hand. As he spoke, I
imagined it penetrating me. It was capable of
screwing into me farther than any man had ever gone
before. And it also looked abnormally thick and
wide. I wondered how much it would spread me apart.

“Have you ever met a girl who wasn’t able to take it
all?” I had to ask.

“Not so far,” He immediately answered. “I’ve had
trouble before. I sometimes have to really work at
it to make it fit, but I’ve always been able to get
it all the way in. It usually happens only to the
short, petite ones.” He paused for a moment and then
added. “Like yourself, for instance.”

I jumped back. My hand left his hard-on and it
bounced back up.

He backed up as well. “Well, how would you like me
to model next?” He casually asked. “How about the
couch again.”

I was left kneeling on the floor with the ruler in my
hand. I wasn’t sure quite what to do. From the way
he talked about sex and let me measure his length, I
expected him to come on to me. I expected him to at
least try to kiss me or more probably fondle my
breasts like any other man would. I would have let
him, of course. I would have allowed him to go all
the way with me. But he didn’t even try. He acted
as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

I wondered if he was playing with me. I wondered if
he was trying to tease me and get me all hot and
bothered. I figured he was, and I figured he wanted
me to come on to him. But I never came on to a guy
before. I never had to come on to a guy. My big
tits did all the talking for me.

“How about this?”

I woke up from my daydream and saw him lying on the
couch. He lay down on his side like before, just the
way I liked it, except now his big cock stood
straight out. It was so hard, it didn’t sag down and
it didn’t touch the fabric of the couch at all. He
was certainly very hard.

“Yes, that would be fine,” I didn’t know what else to
say. I got back up and went back to the easel. By
now, my hands were shaking. I could hardly hold the
pensile steady. Despite the incredible desire I
felt, I drew him anyway. I started again with his
dick.

I didn’t know what to do myself, so I figured the
best course of action was to just act natural. I
thought I was maybe caught up in some kind of sexy
game he liked to play. I also figured that if I
waited long enough, he would eventually make the
first move. After all, I could s