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The Artist by Lee Dorsey

Adele Noel, daughter of self-made billionaire Reginald Noel, is studying art at a University in Paris. As a confirmed bisexual, she’s enjoyed plenty of sexual encounters with both sexes, during her University years.
Now in her final year, she attends a film class where she views the infamous film “Last Tango in Paris’. Inspired by this sexually graphic movie, she gives up her own art, and becomes obsessed with launching her own film studio in New York once she graduates. “Last Tango’ is kind of movie she wants to produce. She even convinces her father to help bankroll the business.
In the meantime, she takes on numerous lovers. And now, with inspiration from “Last Tango’, she adds anal sex to her favorite pastime in several ongoing sexual “liaisons’. There’s the beautiful nude model from her art class, her father’s young wife ” when he’s out of town on business ” as well as several lesbians, including two female professors at the University. Her heterosexual side enjoys romps with male students, the professor advising her on her graduate thesis, a 42 year old unemployed actor, and the male sub belonging to the art class model. As her love for anal sex grows, Adele finds anal with men an ultimate spiritual experience in expressing one’s love.
Adele’s sizzling hot encounters include numerous graphic scenes featuring consensual hetero, bisexual and lesbian sex, female domination, male and female submission, anal play, anal and oral sex.

Weight 0.99 lbs
Artist Credit

Cover Art Image Mayer George – Shutterstock.com

Publish Date

4/17/2015

Page Count

236

Word Count

73916

Excerpt

The Marquis de Sade once said, “Sex 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 sexual 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 sex with Fran and me. Fran reminded me that she had never had sex 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 cock. 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 sex. His tongue located her vagina 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 sex 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 vagina. 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 cock. It was hard from his sexual 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 pussy. 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 cock 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 vagina. 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 cock deeper into me. The walls of my vagina had his cock 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 fucking to be part of my sexual repertoire.

He began to move. I rose up and down until his cock 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 cock 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 sex slave.

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