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She sat across the kitchen table from her best friend’s husband. A month ago she had decided to fuck him and today she would. She knew she should be feeling guilt for betraying her friend. Or perhaps at least a little shame. She didn’t. Raw lust spurred her on and the certainty of her conquest inspired her. Her story begins fourteen years ago in a working class section of Liverpool, England.————————- —————————– ————————-Nancy had been raised by her grandmother. Her parents had never figured in her life. When her grandmother became too frail to care for herself, Nancy left school to care for her. She wasn’t yet seventeen. She worked at whatever she could down by the docks, whatever allowed her time to care for the old lady.School had never done much for Nancy, but art had. She thought she was a talented painter, thought it might be her only talent, and she was as determined to continue her art as she was to care for her grandmother.Jack worked on the docks with her and had befriended her when she had begun. It was hard work, and the men didn’t make it easy for a young girl. Jack had told her rather frankly not long after she’d begun that he bet she was a pretty randy fuck and really never stopped hitting on her, but he became her only confidant at work and she managed to shrug off his never-ending advances. When he learned of her interest in art, he told her of Bruce, his uncle, a mason and a fairly well-known local artist who gave painting lessons to make ends meet.That was how Nancy found herself wandering among the old warehouses in the harbor, in an area that wasn’t yet gentrified and didn’t seem likely to be anytime soon, carrying a portfolio of her best work and looking for Bruce’s studio late one Saturday morning on a clear October day.She found the address and walked through a large, decrepit old warehouse building, following what turned out to be good directions, and eventually found his studio. He was painting when she entered. She stood at the door not wanting to interrupt and he continued to paint for several minutes before putting down his brush and turning to her.”Right on time. Thank you.”He wasn’t tall or fat but was very broad. She was immediately struck by the deep Anadolu Yakası Escort lines which creased his face and his intense, sparkling blue eyes. Only later did she notice his receding hair line and his large, calloused hands. She would learn he was nearly sixty.”Let’s see what you have,” he said, motioning to her portfolio and inviting her in with a lowering and turning of his head. She walked to him and laid her portfolio on the table next to the easel where he had been painting. He took his time going through her work, paying it close attention. When he had finished, he looked her in the eyes and said, “You have talent. I won’t be wasting my time or your money. When do you want to start?”She had thought Jack would have told him of her circumstances. She started to pack her portfolio to leave. He reached out and stopped her hands and her portfolio fell back onto the table. He had been eyeing her closely since she entered the studio. He liked what he saw.”What’s the matter?” he asked.”I thought Jack told you. I cannot afford to pay.”He looked closely at her and she looked straight back at him. She had attitude and he liked it. “You could model. Two one hour sessions for a four hour lesson.”She knew this would be her only chance to continue her painting. “Sounds good,” she said.”Can you start today?”She nodded.”Well don’t just stand there. Strip.”Bloody fuck, she thought, as she looked around the studio and realized he expected her to undress where she was standing while he watched her with those deep, searching blue eyes. Of all the fucking days not to wear knickers.She kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. His eyes never left her and he noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and when it covered her face he told her to stop and hold still. She was naked from the neck down and her face was hidden. She was short and petite, her breasts, barely a B cup, required no support (they wouldn’t for years), short black haired and shapely, not boyish. He looked her over stroking his cock subconsciously. “Okay,” he said after a long interval, “take your shirt off and let’s get started.”She removed her shirt and stood naked Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan and confident exposed to his penetrating gaze. He studied her from head to toe.”Turn around,” he said, “step back onto the platform and lean forward with your hands against the rail.”She took the few steps across the studio fully conscious he was watching the wiggle of her ass as she walked to the rail and assumed the position he had directed.”Turn your head over your left shoulder and look back at me,” he instructed. She saw him close behind her wearing no pants and stroking his erect cock with his right hand. When he reached her he took her by the hips and she felt, for the first time, the coarseness of his hands. He pulled her hips toward him and reached both hands around her belly and between her thighs to part her legs. The crown of his cock touched the bottom of her cunt and he glided slowly forward splitting her wet inner lips and caressing her extremely large and erect nub. He returned his hands to her hips and ran his cock the length of her cunt several times stimulating her clit with each stroke before entering her to the hilt in a single thrust.Nancy wasn’t a virgin. A couple of the older boys from school had come round to her house during her last year and she had fooled around with them when the old lady was asleep. But that had been nothing like this.He fucked her slowly and deeply, pulling nearly out of her and driving back in fully holding her firmly by the hips until he felt her begin to meet his thrusts. He fucked her harder and she kept pace. When her breathing became haggard and her moans feral, he took his right hand from her hip and ran his rough middle finger over her clitoris. He had never felt one as big. He pinched it between his thumb and middle finger and she moaned deeply. He stroked her again and she exploded in orgasm. He returned his hands to her hips and held her gently remaining still within her until she had run her course. He pulled his erect and throbbing cock from her cunt, put on his pants and told her it was time to paint.He had her pose standing straight up with her feet nearly together facing him. He placed her left hand on her right breast and had her cover Escort Anadolu Yakası her bush with her right hand. Her left breast was fully exposed resting on her left arm. The irony of the innocence of her pose wasn’t lost on Nancy.He painted her for an hour. Then he led her by the hand to a side room she hadn’t seen when she entered the studio. He pointed to the bed and removed his clothes. She lay on her back, her legs slightly spread. He knelt between her legs, placed his erect cock at the entrance to her cunt, penetrated her gently and fucked her in the missionary position for the next hour. She wrapped her legs around his back and lost count of her orgasms before he finally let out a roar and emptied himself into her.Nancy modeled twice a week and Bruce taught her once a week. He fucked her before and after each modeling session just as he had at her first session. Her lesson was devoted entirely to painting. A few weeks into this routine, Nancy began to notice real improvements in her painting. She also began to wish he would fuck her more often.Coming in for a modeling session on a cold February morning, she decided to ask Bruce why he didn’t fuck her on lesson days. She was irritated on arriving at the studio to find another woman already there and painting on an easel beside Bruce. Before she voiced her irritation, Bruce introduced her to Brenda, a large woman in her late forties. “You will model for both of us today,” he told Nancy. “She will pay you the standard nude model rate for the entire time you are here.””But I need you to fuck me!” Nancy screamed silently.Bruce continued, ” I’ve shown Brenda your work and she is impressed not only with your talent but with the progress you have made since we started working together. We both think you would benefit from weekly lessons from her. She knows you can’t pay her but I think you and she might be able to work something out. Now let’s get started. Strip.”Nancy glared at him shocked by his abruptness in the presence of a stranger. It was how he treated her when they were together but she thought he should give some consideration to her feelings when she had just been introduced to the woman. He had turned to his easel ignoring her peevishness. She thought of leaving but knew she wouldn’t. After a long minute, she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her jeans and pulled her tee shirt over her head standing naked before them. He let her stay there under his and Brenda’s searing gazes for the same long minute she had kept him waiting before directing her to assume her position at the rail on the platform.

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