Sylvia’s Studio
Part 3: On a Platter
At the gym, I found Jack waiting nervously for me. I stood still and stared at him, unsure of what to say. He looked apologetic.
“Hey, Len. How are you?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but how could I sum up the past two days in any plausible way. Unable to conjure anything reasonable or responsible, the weirdest thing blurted out of my lips.
“Bro, what the actual fuck? Breastfeeding on blood?”
He burst into laughter. I followed him, red-faced and gasping for air.
“That’s how you say hi?” Jack cried in hilarity. “The whole time I’m like, If he saw that picture, it’s going to be weird. I figured we’d make small talk and that’d be the last thing you awkwardly brought up–if you did at all.’ And, of course, you fucking open with it!”
“What can I say?” I coughed from laughing so hard. “It was a haunting image.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” he laughed. “I came like a firehose sucking those big titties.”
A middle-aged guy scurried past, avoiding eye contact as he pushed out the door.
That drove us right back into hysterics.
Curling dumbbells, he told me how he met Sylvia putting up drywall in her studio. She caught him checking out her work. They got to talking and she asked him if he would ever think about modeling for her. One thing led to another, and now he became her muse. He explained, “I wasn’t trying to look or anything, but it’s impossible not to see your huge cock and balls in the locker room.” He went on to say that when I mentioned money issues, he figured he knew a way to help.
I thanked him. “On God, I’m grateful, my guy.”
That night, I returned to Sylvia’s studio.
I was greeted with soft lighting and British synth-pop music. Those impossible breasts of hers were jutting in an otherwise bulky, mauve sweatshirt. Black leggings hugged her wide hips and thick thighs. Her ass was a little flat but pleasantly shaped. She’d be the envy of most women at any age, but at hers, she was miraculous.
Her black curls were tied back in a bushy ponytail, and she was barefoot, which I found charming. She was dressed so business-like when we first met. This was a casual Sylvia, and I liked her.
“Come in, darling,” she beckoned. “Leave the door unlocked.”
I walked into the studio. The only windows were eight feet high and horizontal, so when she clapped her hands and playfully demanded, “Let’s see you in your full glory. Strip!”
I began slipping off my clothes and realized how I was already getting accustomed to this new life that has barely begun. Sex with a stranger, getting naked on command, it gave me a moment’s pause. Yet, it all felt so good. I fucked Gina and it was fantastic. I wondered if tonight I might fuck Sylvia, and the thought made sure I was semihard when my pants came off.
“Magnificent,” she beamed. “Clean and ready for the camera. My, my, my… Now that they’re hairless I can truly appreciate the size of those plums.”
“Are you married or seeing anyone serious?”
I blurted the question out. I had no idea where it came from, it just erupted out of me.
She stared at me baffled.
“It’s just…” I sheepishly added, “I made love to someone, and after she told me she had a man. I’ve been feeling bad about it. She claimed he’s okay with it, but it made me feel, I don’t know…used.”
Half of Sylvia’s mouth formed a grin, puffing up one cheek. She walked to me, looked me in the eye, and said, “No. I am unattached. I am always unattached. I fuck who I want when I want, and I’m never wanting for a partner. Will we fuck? Sure, I’d love to, but only–and I mean only–if you want to. Now, if fucking on camera, even anonymously, bothers you, you can just model nude and I would still be glad to have you aboard. I need your full consent or else my art becomes something grotesque. So, are you willing to pose with your penis in a woman’s hands, mouth, or vagina? There is no answer that will cost you this job.”
“I am.”
“I am the artist, not the model, and you will mostly be posing with other women. That still okay?”
“Yes.” I answered quickly, hoping they were at least half as good-looking as Sylvia.
“And men? Are you willing to pose with your penis in a man’s hands, mouth, or anus?”
“What?” That stunned me. “No. Sorry.”
“It pays triple,” she added.
That gave me a moment’s pause, but…
“Still no.”
“No problem, I have plenty of well-hung gay men, but if you ever change your mind…” she smirked wickedly, “Like I said, triple. My gay male clientele is my highest paying. You don’t have to be gay to do it for pay.”
“Can we move on, Sylvia? I’m down for anything with women.”
“I’m sorry,” she replied coyly. “Understood. So, I’ve got your tuxedo hanging up behind you. Put it on; Amie will be here any minute. She’s always a little late. She’s Southern.”
“Amie, huh?” I was intrigued. I don’t know why I was so sure I’d be banging siirt escort Sylvia tonight, but I didn’t consider that she’d have a model. I was excited.
I took the tux off the hanger and realized there were no slacks. Naturally, I thought to myself with a chuckle. As I dressed, Sylvia was setting up lamps around a finely adorned dinner table in front of a white canvas, wiggling and dancing to the music. She seemed happily in her element. I realized I was getting to like her beyond the physical.
“Knock, knock.”
A sultry Georgian accent with a hint of rasp announced its presence in the waiting room. I covered my bare lower half with a towel. I wondered if that was polite or stupid.
In walked Amie. She was average height for a woman, maybe a little taller. She was slender and fit with just enough curves to constantly remind you of her sex. She had long, dirty blonde hair; big, blue bedroom eyes, and a large pair of plump, pouty lips.
And she was young. Not illegal young, but damned close. I knew she wasn’t twenty-six like me.
“Hey, Shirl,” she said, giving Sylvia a long, soft hug. “Damn, I love hugging those big soft titties.”
Sylvia laughed. There was a clear familiarity like they’ve been collaborating for years.
“How you been, girl?” Amie continued, then she saw me. “Oh! Well, hello handsome. You must be Lenny.”
“Len,” I smiled. “And you must be Amie.”
“That’s me,” she answered with a cavalier little curtsey. “I heard all about you, Shugg. Been looking forward to working with you.”
“Cool,” I answered stupidly, knowing nothing better to say.
“Yeah,” she purred, smirking wickedly. Her eyes sparkled and I was bewitched.
She wore gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt under a denim jacket, but that was all stripped off with impressive speed, revealing a pink, lacy set of bra and panties. As she peeled off her clothes, showing off her flawless skin and youthful glow, she spoke to me nonchalantly–like she was waiting for a bus.
“So, how long you been a model?”
“This will be my first time tonight,” I answered.
“No shit?” she said, her eyebrows raised. If that surprised her, imagine if she knew I only lost my virginity last night.
“Well, I’m honored to ease you into the business,” she said warmly. “Sylvia is amazing to work with. I was modeling teen clothing for catalogs a couple years ago, then I met her at a convention. I saw her portfolio, the one she could show in public, and knew she was a genius and I had to work with her.”
“A couple years ago? How old are you,” I asked awkwardly.
“Nineteen,” she smiled confidently, as if it were a smart retort to a comment about age I didn’t make. Nineteen. The word echoed in my mind. It was as if I was making up for lost time. I never looked for girls that young, but I have to admit I was excited to be intimate with one now.
“That okay. Len?” Sylvia asked, her eyes trained on a light meter. “Like I said, full consent or we switch gears.”
“No, it’s fine,” I quickly replied. “I was only curious. She’s legal. All good.”
Amie chuckled when I said she was legal. “Yeah, don’t you worry none. You ain’t corruptin no minors, mister.”
Both women laughed and I forced out a chuckle too, hoping my face wasn’t too red.
Amie slipped on a black, sequined evening dress and looked like a bombshell, especially after the heavy, glistening, red lipstick was added.
“Have a seat, Amie,” Sylvia said, pulling out the chair for her and pushing her in. “Len, you are the waiter, so you stand by the table here, as if serving her.
I did as told. Sylvia set a large silver platter on the table in front of Amie and removed the lid to show diced potatoes and veggies on a bed of lettuce.
“Len, you’ll be providing the meat for this supper.”
“Wait,” I asked. “What is this?”
Sylvia answered, “A very good client of mine’s kink. He is into the idea of women eating men’s penises.”
I was flabbergasted. “Isn’t that a little sick?”
Sylvia shrugged, “I’m not a psychologist, I just take the photos and cash the checks.”
“I think it’s sexy, Amie interjected, leaning on her elbows, her chin resting on her folded hands. “There’s a connection between food and sex. I have something of an oral fixation, and although I’d never do it, I’ve fantasized about devouring lovers in one way or another, and I’ve fantasized about them devouring me. It’s a brain thing, a fantasy that enjoys the food/sex connection without indulging it, which would be sick.”
She spoke so confidently and casually. I began to wonder if anything rattled this girl.
“Time’s wasting, Len. Time to lose the towel and lay it on the platter between the potatoes and veg. Good?”
I didn’t answer. I never thought of myself as a prude, but I felt like I was acting like one. I wanted to show these ladies some confidence; I had something to prove now.
In one deft motion, I slid off the towels with my left silifke escort hand and smoothly hoisted the main course up and onto the platter. It was a strange thing to see my plump, heavy cock served up for dinner, but oddly, I felt a twinge of excitement about it.
“Lord above,” Amie gasped. “I was ready, but I still wasn’t ready.”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Sylvia said.
“Good enough to eat,” Amie grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at me playfully.
The shoot began.
The whirring camera snapped hundreds of shots, first of her admiring her “dinner” while I stood austerely with my nose in the air, as if I had set down a beef Wellington at a fancy restaurant. I had a large napkin over my left arm holding a tray with a tumbler of neat whiskey. Next came shots of Amie pouring a reddish, syrupy sauce over the length of my cock. The chill of it helped me stay flaccid a little longer. Then things got stranger. Amie held a steak knife and fork just over my dick, the fork gently rested on my dick skin and I found myself praying the knife didn’t slip. Finally, at Sylvia’s direction, she pressed the knife onto my cock. Sounds bad, but it was completely blunted, to my relief. It pressed into my cock, so that on camera, with some special effects added, it would look like she was severing off a few inches. It wasn’t comfortable, but it didn’t hurt.
Sylvia, who never stopped telling us how amazing it was coming out, handed Amie a big serving fork. This one was a prop. If you have ever seen those headbands with half an arrow on either side, so it looks like the wearer had an arrow through their head, you can understand this fork. I slipped the green band around my cock a few inches from the tip. As Sylvia unfurled the green screen behind us, I realized how it would look exactly like the silver fork was stabbed straight through my cock. Disturbing, but whatever. Behind that, Sylvia wrapped some bright green tape around my girth. Amie took the prop fork and used it to gently lift my cock up in front of her mouth. She bared her teeth and held her mouth open as if time had stopped just when she was about to take her first bite of man steak. It was a close-up shot of her, so I could relax and look down. She had to hold that awkward pose for a long time, but she did so like a pro. I realized why she was chosen for this shoot when I noticed just how big her gaping mouth was. No wonder her lips were so full. She had the biggest mouth I’d ever seen on a person.
“Now the bite,” Sylvia commanded.
“Wait, what?” I began to protest, but again my fears were assuaged. She rested her teeth gently into the tender flesh of my plump cockhead, straining her facial muscles to make it look like she was biting hard.
“Damn, you are amazing at this, Amie,” I whispered. “You’re selling every shot.”
“She’s the best at this kind of thing,” Sylvia praised. “And yes, you are absolutely killing it, girl. You may release.”
As she did, her tongue grazed the tip of my cock. I couldn’t tell if it was an accident, but I suspected not. It sent electricity crackling down my shaft and I felt it twinge in my balls.
She acted like it never happened watching my penis tense and thicken.
“Ooo, perfect timing for that erection,” Sylvia said to me. “It’s blowjob time. All good, Len?”
Holy shit. What’d she say?
“Um, yeah. I think so.”
“Atta boy,” Sylvia smiled, “Take off the green tape, hold still, and try not to come right away.”
“I’ll take care of everything else,” the Georgian beauty assured me breathlessly.
“O-Okay,” I replied while my pulse intensified.
My cock was now hard as stone, pulsing in Amie’s young warm hand.
“Chow down,” Sylvia said to Amie, whose wet lips clasped my glans, sweeping around it with big, loud, smooching sounds.
I froze in utter shock. I was having sex on camera. This was happening, and I was so turned on.
Aimee’s surprisingly long tongue lavished my cock with its wet, velvet smoothness. She let them slide down the shaft until she got a few inches in. I could feel her soft palate on the head of my cock.
“Release,” Sylvia commanded, and Aimee pulled back, leaving a ring of red lipstick halfway around my dick.
“That raspberry glaze I poured on him?” Amie asked. “It’s delicious!”
“Fuck yeah, that looks so good,” Sylvia cheered, snapping away. “Now go for it.”
That was all the warning I had before she stuck out her tongue and lunged her head forward. Her wide-open mouth easily engulfed my super-sized girth and sent it sliding down her throat. She didn’t stop until there was a ring of red lipstick around the base of my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I exclaimed
Then she pulled back and took a deep breath. Thick, slick drool coating my entire penis. It was like a baptism. I had never felt pleasure on my entire dick at once before. I was stunned. There was no hint of the sticky, raspberry glaze.
“Breathe, Len,” Sylvia commanded.
I silivre escort hadn’t realized I’d stopped. I started breathing again.
This time, my only warning was a deep breath before Amie plunged my massive meat back down her throat, this time holding it there.
“Oh god, OH GOD!” I cried.
Her arms wrapped around my waist and her chin was resting on my balls. Her throat tightened around my dick, then, she began bobbing her head. It was like getting a wet cock massage. I could feel an orgasm welling up.
All the while, the camera snapped away.
She drew me out of her throat slowly, sucking tightly as she did. I could feel drips of precum leaking out before she finally released my cock again to gasp for air.
My flush cock was twitching in the delightful agony of anticipation.
Sylvia announced, “Alright, Amie, I’m switching to video mode.”
Amie looked up at me with the sweetest wide smile and said, “This is the sexiest cock I’ve ever sucked. Hell, this is the sexiest time of my life.”
“Me too,” I whimpered, breathing heavily.
“Mmmm,” she hummed approvingly with stars in her eyes. “I think we’re going to be working together a lot.”
My heart danced at that prospect.
Sylvia called for action, “Okay, Amie. Go for it!”
Amie, her sleepy, glittering, blue eyes still locked with mine whispered sweetly, “Relax, let it happen…” then setting her gaze back onto my pulsing beefsteak, added, “…and fill my belly.”
Tongue out, she plunged it back in, again it tightened, and again she bobbed it back and forth, squeezing and caressing every inch of my giant, tingling penis. She sucked it with long strokes three times, then hummed on it. The bobbing stopped and her whole body shook. Holy shit, she was cumming. At that, my cocked signaled me with a hard throb. Then, it jerked hard, over and over again, pouring what felt like a pint of cum into her belly, as promised.
I bellowed in abject joy. After what happened with Julia, I had always felt like my monster cock was a curse, but in the hands of women who specialized in massive members, it became a blessing. Gina’s wet pussy and Amie’s tight throat were all I could have ever asked for and they were just the beginning. I would gladly spend the rest of my life doing this “work” if I could. This was a lot more enjoyable and less taxing than masonry work.
I cried actual tears as the last throb expelled the last spurt of semen in her throat. I let out a huge sigh of relief and she unsheathed my sword. Catching her breath she called to Sylvia, “Tell me you got that.”
“Fuck yeah, I did,” Sylvia replied. “Your orgasmic tremors while his penis throbbed and kicked around in your mouth and throat. The client is going to love that one. Amazing job, both of you.”
“Well shit,” I panted. “She did everything. Thank her. I do. Thank you, Amie. Thank you so much.”
“I may have led the dance, Len,” she winked, still on her knees, straddling a wet spot on the floor, “But you kept up. Bravo, Shugg.”
The studio had a big, sauna-like bathroom featuring a big shower with jets from every direction. We showered together, Amie and I. We washed each other, my soapy hand cupping her firm, round ass, gently fondling her perky tits. Unlike Gina, Amie didn’t spend the whole shower fondling my cock. She caressed my shoulders and arms, ran her soapy hands through my hairy chest, and stared into my eyes. I touched her young, soft face, stroking her cheek, and my lips connected to her pillowy mouth. We were making out like lovestruck teenagers. I hadn’t done that in years and I missed it terribly.
“This was unforgettable, Len,” she sighed. “I have to suck that cock again. I want to suck it every night. Come home with me. I have a comfy bed, and I need to have that big beautiful cock waiting for me in it. I know just how to wake you up in the morning.”
I rubbed her pussy with my open palm, applying gentle pressure to her vulva.
“What about this?” I whispered, enjoying the feel of her short, bristly pubic hair on my palm while my fingers tickled her labia.
“I doubt Bubba down there could get too far into my little pussy, but he fits real good down my throat. I love sucking him. He’s so big and yummy, I felt like he was poking around my heart. Let me have that. That’s what I want. It’s so fucking sexy. It made me cum so hard.”
“Really?” I muttered. The idea of going without pussy after only trying it for the first time recently bothered me, but after what she just did to me, I might’ve been just fine.
“No sex at all?”
“Daddy, I need your cum. It feels so good in my belly. I want you to feed me that cum every day. I want that huge dick in my throat, pumping me full of your creamy jizz. I’ll be your blowjob queen. You won’t even think about pussy after a few days. Please, daddy? Will you feed me? I’m so hungry for your cum.”
“I’ll do it, baby,” I answered, stroking her cheek. “I’ll feed you. Whatever you want.”
“Pardon me,” Sylvia’s voice echoed as she entered the bathroom stark naked. “That sounds lovely, but the gentleman is spoken for. We have an important day tomorrow, and I can’t have him doing it completely drained, my little Georgia peach.”
“Goddamn,” Amie exclaimed through her wide grin. “Look at that goddess!”
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