The Artist

Chapter One The Marquis de Sade once said, “s*x is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.” As a disciple of the Marquis, I subscribe to his philosophy. My name is Adele Noel. I am the only child of Reginald Noel, the multibillion dollar heir of Steel fame. A trust fund was setup for me when I was born. The entire ten million dollars of that fund will become available to me when I graduate from the University I am presently attending in Paris. I’m twenty one years old, I stand at five foot, five inches in my stocking feet and I weigh in at one hundred and ten pounds. I have black hair and a curvy build. My friends are always telling me I should be a model based on my looks. Art is my major in college. After I graduate, I intend to move back to New York and purchase some property in the SOHO section of that city. I intend to have my own studio. When I was eighteen, I discovered something about myself. I have a dominant personality. My best friend, Fran, roomed with me when I moved to Paris. She is a very attractive brunette with a body that doesn’t quit. Living in close proximity to Fran, I also learned that I had a s****l attraction toward her. Within a short period of time, we were sleeping together. Fran has been very submissive and would let me sexually experiment with her. When I took an art class in anatomy, I was exposed to the male body. I would get turned on while painting them. One particular male model, Serge, I found to be especially attractive. I approached him one day after class and inquired if he was for hire outside of the class. Serge was studying to be an actor. He said that he would do anything for the right price. That was music to my ears. I hired him on the spot. Money to me was something I used to get what I wanted. I wanted Serge. I arranged a time for Serge to come to my condo. I rushed home and informed Fran. I worked out a diabolical plan. Under the pretense of having Serge model, I intended to proposition him to have s*x with Fran and me. Fran reminded me that she had never had s*x with a man. I put her anxieties to rest when I assured her that this was going to be my first time as well. “It will be a learning experience for both of us. This is something that we owe ourselves to experience. You’ll love this man, he’s beautiful,” I promised her. I instructed Fran to wear a bathrobe with nothing on under it. I intended to wear a smock that would cover my nude body that was hiding beneath it as well. When Serge arrived, I greeted him. I showed him to my studio where he could take off his clothes and get prepared to model. After a few minutes, he emerged from the studio wearing a robe. He walked into the living area where Fran and I were having a glass of wine. I introduced him to Fran. I explained that she is my biggest critic. “She always sits in on my sessions when I’m painting a model.” Fran and I finished the wine. We all proceeded back to the studio. I had Serge stand on the pedestal. I removed the robe he was wearing. Fran’s eyes fell on his c**k. Serge was very well endowed. I did a visual measurement and estimated the length to be around six inches in its relaxed position. The girth of it was thicker than that of the average model I had observed in the class. He was packing solid equipment to pleasure women. I intended to experience that equipment before the night was over. Fran sat in a chair in back of my easel with a look of lust in her eyes. I pretended to begin to sketch something on the canvas. After a few minutes, I approached Serge and began to physically pose him. Having my hands on his body, I could feel my lubricant begin to run down my legs. Eventually, I decided to end the pretention. I looked up at him. “The actual reason I asked you here this evening was to proposition you to go to bed with my roommate and myself. I’ll be honest with you. Neither of us has ever been to bed with a man. We’re curious and horny. I’ll pay you whatever amount you required to perform for us. What do you say? Are you alright with this?” I asked. He took a minute and smiled. “I had a feeling that you’re inviting me here was going to be more than just having me pose for art. You have been painting me for the past week in your class. The thought crossed my mind when you asked me to come here and pose that it seemed redundant.” He took another short pause. “I’ll go to bed with the two of you for two hundred American dollars.” “If we have a successful evening and you please us, I’ll give you a bonus,” I said. “My body is now at your service.” I took him by one hand and Fran took the other. We directed him to the master bedroom. Fran walked around the other side of the bed. We pulled down the covers. I instructed Serge to get into the bed. Fran got in bed from the other side. She lay down next to him. I sat down next to the bed in a chair. “I would like to begin with you going down on Fran. I’m going to watch for a while.” Serge leaned into Fran and kissed her. He rolled over and positioned his leg between hers. Then he moved down to her breasts and began to briefly lick each one. Then he let his tongue slide down her body. He spent a short time licking her inner thighs before he moved his mouth directly into her vulva. During this time, Fran began to react to Serge’s movements. When his lips locked on to her folds, her body raised up to a position where his mouth was tighter into her s*x. His tongue located her v****a and he was moving it in and out. “Find her clit and suck it,” I instructed. I placed my hand between my legs and began to masturbate while watching the action on the bed. I was very familiar with Fran’s body. I could tell when she was on the verge of an orgasm. She was reaching her peak. I leaned over the bed and kissed her while I stroked my clit with my index finger. She was releasing little sounds of pleasure that escaped from her lips. I climbed onto the bed and began to suck her breasts. She was delirious with pleasure. She began to have a series of orgasms. She had placed her hands behind his head and was moving her s*x frantically over his face. She finally had one over the top orgasm. The pressure of her intense spasm erupted into a gush of liquid from her v****a. Serge’s face was soaked. “Stop, I’ve had enough,” she instructed. He rose up from between her legs slightly. He looked in my direction. Now it was my turn. I reached into the drawer next to the bed and removed a condom. Serge looked up at me and I handed him the condom. “Put this on,” I told him. He rose up on his knees and slid the condom over his c**k. It was hard from his s****l encounter with Fran. Looking at that erection really got my juices flowing. I was very much lubricated. “Now, I want you to lie on your back. I intend to mount you.” He rolled over and moved up in the bed next to Fran. Looking down at that erection, it reminded me of the Washington Monument in Washington, DC. It was all white, erect and straight. I threw my leg over him and took that hard organ into my hand. I wanted to feel it move slowly into my tight p***y. He lay there and passively looked up at me. There was something in his eyes that I hadn’t notice before. I was getting the feeling that he truly liked me and was looking forward to future experiences. I moved the head of his c**k around my vulva. I let it slide over my clit. I hadn’t even inserted it yet. I was feeling an orgasm on the horizon. I located the hole to my v****a. I let it slowly slip in. It slid past the membrane that labeled me a virgin. A little blood leaked out and onto his leg. He moved up slightly pushing his c**k deeper into me. The walls of my v****a had his c**k in a death grip. It was the most incredible pleasure I had ever experienced. There was no doubt about it. I wanted this method of f*****g to be part of my s****l repertoire. He began to move. I rose up and down until his c**k had completely disappeared. I was incredibly hot and so was he. We were so frantically going at each other; I feared that we might break the bed. I could feel another strange pulsating feeling deep inside me. He looked up at me and said, “I’m coming.” As soon as those words left his lips, I had the most incredible orgasm ever. Then I collapsed on top of him. I looked over at Fran. She had been acting as a voyeur during the whole of our session. “What was it like having his c**k inside you?” she inquired. “It was wonderful. I want to do it again tomorrow night.” I looked down at Serge and he was smiling. Having someone who I had employed to perform was very exciting. I had complete control. Having control was very important to me in everything that I do. He would do whatever I commanded him. That gave me another rush. Fran and I had a s*x slave. After a while, we all got up from the bed and took a shower together. Fran and I put on our bathrobes. Serge got dressed. I paid him and gave him a bonus. We agreed to meet again the next night. That was the beginning of a nightly s****l get together for the next several weeks. Fran and I would tie Serge to the bed and make him perform on both of us at the same time. After a while, things got kinky. We began experimenting with s*x toys. Serge and I tied Fran down on her stomach. Serge entered her from behind, while she orally pleasured me. There were nights when we spent orally pleasuring each other until we were exhausted. The three of us became the hedonistic trio. One day the three of us met between classes at the University. I asked Serge if there was anyone he might know that we could bring into our little s*x club. He suggested several names and said that he would query them. I was especially interested in getting some new candidates that displayed an inducement toward masochism. I also tasked Fran to enquire among her classmates as well. If we could recruit one more guy and an additional two females, it would round out our little group. In the meantime, after we would have our little s*x party in the evening, we would sit around, drink wine and discuss a program once we enlarged our club’s participation. Fran came to me one day and asked my advice about bringing one of her professors into our group. She said that Professor Rivera was from Spain. She had a contract to be a visiting professor for three years. She had already been at the university for a little over a year. The professor asked Fran to stay after class one day under the pretense of discussing a paper she had written. After they were alone for a period of time, Professor Rivera made her move. She confessed to Fran that she was interested in seeing her outside the class. The reason she made this bold move was because she found Fran to be very sensuous. She also had perceived vibes from her that she may be a lesbian. Fran said she played along and agreed to meet her at a café the next day after classes. I instructed Fran to be careful. Since Serge and she were recruiting around the university, someone in administration may have been told what we’ve been doing. Professor Rivera may be a plant to find out information. “Whatever you do, don’t mention what we do in the evenings,” I told her. “What should I do if she puts a move on me?” she asked. “Is she pretty?” I inquired. “Yes, she is very attractive. I would estimate her age to be in the mid-thirties.” “In that case, let her proposition you. Once you have gone to bed with her, you can invite her to join us.” The next day, Fran had a class with her. Immediately after the class, Fran and Professor Rivera were going to walk together to the café. In the meantime, I did some asking around about the professor. I learned that her full name is Maria Vanessa Rivera. She received her Ph.D. at the age of twenty-three years in French Literature. She is a tenured professor at the University of Seville. She was put out on loan to our university a little over a year ago. She is now in her second year of teaching here. She is not now nor has she ever been married. Recently, she had a birthday and is now in her thirty sixth year. If this works out with Fran, it may prove interesting to have someone in our group that has more life experience. Time will tell.