My Landlady and Julie

"Yes," I whispered, but added, "You know you're very twisted, don't you Sylvia?"

"Oh, you have no idea. But it takes one to know one."

*****

That night in my deluxe converted garage apartment, with its marble countertops and other fancy fixtures, which I admitted I could only now afford by selling my body and sexual services, I tried to assess my strange situation. If it wasn't for the divorce of my parents none of this would be happening. But was it so bad?

Well, yes and no.

Although I was turned on by Sylvia, I also did find her a bit scary and twisted.

And although I wasn't in love with Julie, I was already getting pretty deep into starting to pretend that. But being an 18-year old guy, I knew I definitely could be sexual with Julie, even if she wasn't my first choice as a girlfriend. But I worried about hurting her feelings. I also worried that me introducing her to so many sexual things so fast might be a challenge.

Finally there was getting naked in front of lots of strange people for Sylvia's art class. Well, that was tomorrow morning at 10 am, and I'd just have to face it when that time came.

But for now, in spite of promising to Sylvia that I'd save all of my cum for Julie, I was going to beat my meat one last time. Lying on my bed in my pajamas, I got my dick out, already knowing it was hard. I didn't need porn tonight. What I fantasized about was what Sylvia knew I fantasized about--her getting down on her knees to suck my cock. As I massaged my erection with lotion, I imagined Sylvia's wet and warm mouth, as well as her firm hand stroking my shaft as she gave me a blow job. I already knew what her firm hand felt like on my dick. She'd rubbed my dick. She'd held it in her hands. Someday, I thought, Sylvia might take my cock in her mouth, and then take my cum in her mouth, and swallow it. With a powerful orgasm I shot my load into my tissues.

*****

The next morning after going run, showering, eating breakfast, and then brushing my teeth and my hair, I was standing with Sylvia again in her study at five minutes before ten. I was dressed up in slacks and a button down paisley shirt for the event, even though I knew I was about to take it all off.

Sylvia looked amused too that I had dressed up, and just handed me a bathrobe and said, "Strip off, and put this on instead."

"What?" I said.

"You didn't think I was going to have you do a strip tease in front of a bunch of middle-aged ladies, plus my daughter, plus one gay man, did you? Models always get into a bathrobe first before the class starts. And then when the teacher instructs you, you disrobe. Then I'm going to put into a pose that you need to try to hold for most of the 45-minute class, although if you need to get up and stretch at some point that's okay--just try to go back to the pose I put you into after that. Okay, strip for me, Nick. Normally I give my models privacy as they get on the robe, but for you I get a preview of coming attractions."

"Well," I said, trying to bargain, "How much off of my rent debt do I get for giving you your own personal show?"

She smiled, "Now you're picking up on things. Okay, I'll give you another fifty off, and that's generous, but hurry. We need to be out there in a couple of minutes."

I quickly stripped down to my underwear under my landlady's watchful gaze as she sat in her desk chair. I was somewhat muscled from running, and tanned from swimming in her pool, and so I felt pretty good about how I looked. Moment of truth. I stood close to her as I took off my underwear just slightly seductively, trying to give her her money's worth.

My manhood was now available for her inspection. I was somewhat aroused, and so my penis hung down almost four inches between my legs, and my mushroom head, which was a pale purple, was well-defined.

"Nice," Sylvia said, adding, "I want to touch it again, but I don't want to get you hard. So just put on the robe."

As I did that she said, "But if you do get hard during the session, try not to worry too much about it. I've warned them by email you've never modeled before, and that it's a possibility. Anyway, let's go. Except for my daughter these are all mature people, not innocent school kids."

Sylvia opened the door between the studio and the covered patio, leading me by my hand into the room. I looked around somewhat shyly at each of the nine students who were there that day sitting on stools or chairs next to their easels and drawing pads. I glanced around at them with a faint smile. Except for the one gay man, and my new girlfriend Julie, who was standing right next to me, they were all women ranging in age from about thirty to about sixty.

Sylvia said: "As I said to you in my email yesterday, although I was originally going to model for you myself, instead we have a special model today, my own 18-year old tenant Nicholas. As you know, Nick has never modeled before, and so please make him extra welcome and be extra nice to him, because although he may not look it, he's a bit nervous. But having seen him by my pool, I know has nothing to be shy of, because he has a very nice form, rather like that of a young athlete from ancient Greece."

As she was talking, I looked around. Julie had clearly dressed up for this, and was wearing some make-up, as well as a somewhat frilly but low-cut blouse that revealed some of her lovely breasts. I genuinely smiled at her, and she smiled back. Looking around the room I saw with shock that right next to Julie was the blond woman I'd seen modeling in this very room a couple of months before. She nodded at me and smiled in a knowing way, winked, and then whispered almost silently, "You'll be fine."

Sylvia was still going on, "And so the pose I'm going to put our model in today will be like that of the famous sculpture that I showed you once before of the Barberini Faun. "

An appreciative murmur went around the class, and there were several smiles. But I didn't know what sculpture Sylvia was talking about.

"Okay, Nicholas," Sylvia said, "please disrobe for our class."

I slowly untied the robe. I was still standing right next to Julia, as well as the blond woman whose beautiful pussy I'd seen before.

Glancing back and forth between the two of them I slowly opened my robe. Both of them broke eye contact to look down at my cock, and I saw Julie's eyes get very slightly wider, while the blond woman smiled approvingly, and then looked up at me and winked

Then I let the robe drop off my shoulders to the floor. I was now completely naked in a room full of people who all had their clothes on. As I looked around I saw that most of them were looking at my penis, and I guess because of that I felt some blood flow to my dick, which twitched and got slightly bigger.

The room got very quiet. These women and the one gay man suddenly realized there was a chance that I might get an erection in front of them.

"Thank you very much, Nicholas," Sylvia said gently, and then added, "Class, would you also thank Nicholas for being brave enough to do this to help fund his college education. He's majoring in Economics, and so apparently he knows the value of taking whatever employment opportunities arise."

A murmur of "thank you, Nicholas," was heard around the room, and I then heard Sylvia saying, "Now let me help you up on the platform, Nicky."

I stepped onto the raised platform with a hand up from Sylvia. The platform was about two feet off the ground, about two feet wide, and seven feet long. It was covered in a thick quilt and had a large reading pillow at one end.

"This is a relaxed pose, and so just sit down on the blanket, lean back against the big reading pillow, and then please spread your legs for us Nicholas."

I was about to say, "excuse me?"--but thank goodness I stopped myself.

I sat down slowly, leaned back on the pillow, which had me reclined a bit but still sitting up, and then I slowly spread my legs for my audience. Julie and the blond woman were at the direction of my feet, and so they had quite a view.

"Thank you, Nicholas, and now let me show you a picture of the Barberini faun," and with this she showed me briefly a photo on her phone of the sculpture, and then continued on, saying, "And so just put your arms back, almost like you were stretching or sleeping."

I did that, and she said, "Very good," and then addressing the class she said, "As mentioned in my email, any of you can get up now to take some reference photographs for your own private artistic use."

Soon everyone in the class, including my landlady Sylvia and my new girlfriend Julie, were taking photos with their phones of me, most taking a few from different angles. A few were even getting close-ups of my cock.

"Okay, now please get down to your drawings right away. You have your photos to make paintings or whatever else later, but for now just capture aspects of the model with your pencils, charcoal, watercolors, or whatever suits you, making it as rough or polished as feels good to you."

Soon I could hear the rapid scratchings of pencils and other things as the artists worked on their drawings of me. Sylvia circulated around the room and made small suggestions and gave words of praise to each of the artists as they worked. This went on for about half an hour, and thankfully the danger of me getting hard seemed to have passed.

I suppose I could have closed my eyes, or looked off into space, but instead I chose to take a look at each of these people who were drawing my nude form. Overall they were an attractive lot--older women who were pretty for their ages, well-groomed, and nicely dressed.

As I looked at each woman in turn, all of them would give me little smiles of acknowledgement and encouragement as they met my eyes, and then went back to looking at and drawing my chest, legs, face, hands, and manhood.

As I was looking at a pretty brunette woman, the one who looked to be about thirty, I wondered how many people here were going to see the photos of the naked man that were on all the phones in the room. I was thinking at least a few of them might even touch themselves when they were home looking at their photos of me, once their husbands were asleep. I was guessing that for this younger woman that her girlfriends might see the pix tonight at a bar, with laughs and knowing glances.

And then she looked up at me, and met my eyes mischievously. She really was very pretty, looking like a 30-year old Winona Ryder. She stopped her drawing and just smiled at me, and then she opened her mouth and seductively and slowly started licking her lips, and then did a silent kiss to the air to me, and then looked down at my cock and smiled.

Oh no. At that moment I could feel it start to grow. I looked away from the pretty woman and at my new girlfriend Julie, who although she was the youngest was also the plainest woman in the room.

Julie met my gaze and smiled, but then looked down in alarm at my growing erection.

Suddenly the room got very quiet again, and almost everyone stopped drawing to watch my now-swollen penis throbbing, and then steadily rising up and getting bigger and bigger.

I tried to stop it by thinking of icebergs, the Titanic, anything, but no such luck. I could feel and see it jerking up like a monster.

Sylvia's clear voice now pierced the silence, as she said, "As we all know, this is a very natural human function. And a very beautiful one. Of course anyone may chose to leave if you like, it's completely up to you."

No one moved.

I was now fully erect and pulsing. My thick six and half inch cock was topped by my large purplish-red mushroom head.

"Nicholas--you are the most important person in the room in regard to this now. Everyone in the class would like to continue on if you're willing--"

And at this I could see nods of yes throughout the room

"--But regardless of that, if you want me to cover you with the robe and end the session right now we'll do that, and you'll still get full payment."

"I'm sorry," I managed to say, and and gave a small pathetic half-laugh.

There was a murmuring throughout the class of "that's okay," "it's perfectly natural," and one said, "thank you for being our model today."

"Well, okay," I somehow said, "if you still want me to continue it's okay with me."

"Thank you, Nicholas," Sylvia said, "that's very generous of you. If any of you want to start a new drawing now feel free."

About half of the class seemed to gently tear off their first sheet and start a new drawing that included my erection. While this noise was happening I noticed the young Winona Ryder look-alike taking a secret photo of me with my hard-on under her easel when she thought no one was looking.

Five minutes later when she saw me glance at her again she smiled, and licked again around her open mouth, and gave me another silent kiss.

My teenage mind was suddenly fantasizing about that woman kissing my cock, and then letting me make love to her.

My erection then pulsed and throbbed strongly for about minute, and soon my cock head was slick with pre-cum.

The room started to get quiet again as they watched my cock jerking and glistening.

Sylvia decided that this was too much, and called things to a close.

"Thank you again, Nicholas. That's enough for today. Let me give you a hand down and put the robe on you."

I got up and off the platform, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Once the robe was on and tied, I quietly said while looking at the floor, "I apologize again. I'm very sorry," and then I slowly and dejectedly walked out of the patio and into the study, closing the door softly behind me.

As I sat on the chair at Sylvia's desk I felt mortified. And now--too late--my cock felt it too and shrank.

"Well," I could hear Sylvia in the next room quietly saying, "I know you all appreciate the efforts by Nicholas in a challenging situation. And that's not the only difficult situation he's facing. His parents are getting divorced, and the financial stress of that might mean that he'll need to drop out of the University, and move back home."

A quiet chorus of "oh" and "Oh no," went around the room.

Sylvia continued, "He's owes two months of back rent to me, which I'm helping him to work off in various ways. But then there's next month's rent, tuition, and so on. If any of you feel able to give to a truly worthy charitable cause, I'm leaving a jar on this table for donations in cash or checks. Your donation can either be anonymous, or if you'd like Nicholas to know personally of your generosity I can let him know. In any case, thank you all very much, and I'll see you soon for our museum field trip."

I heard noises as the people in the class talked quietly, packed up, and slowly left.

I took off the robe and got dressed again in the dim room, not bothering to turn on the light, and wondering how I could ever face anyone in that room again. It seemed like it was better for me to just go back home. I felt defeated and just sat there for about half an hour, until finally Sylvia came back in the room, turning on the light as she entered and smiling at me, but looking puzzled at my grim expression.

"Hey, what are you doing here in the dark. Why so glum?"

"You were there," I said flatly, "You know everything. What a disaster. I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?" she said with glee, holding up a Mason jar that was almost full with cash and checks, and shaking it in front of my face, "It was a huge success. You couldn't have played it better if you were a master actor, but what really sold it was that was all sincere."

"What do you mean?" I said, starting to brighten a little.

"Well, your apologies at the end were a master stroke. They got to fully enjoy your erection, but then because clearly you were so upset and ashamed about it, and apologized, they didn't think you were some kind of pervert, even though I personally think you probably are. Anyway, I've got over eleven hundred dollars here in cash and checks, and more than that a few of them stayed after class to ask if you'd do some personal modeling sessions for them in their own homes for extra large fees."

"What?" I said, shocked, and trying to absorb it all, and then I laughed and added, "Well, I'll never model again, that's for sure, but at least this will allow me to stay at the University for a while. Thanks for your speech, by the way. I heard it from here and it was good. Anyway, may I have the jar?"

"Not so fast, buster. You still owe me almost $1600 in rent--"

"Hey, take $150 off of that for my modeling today, plus whatever I've earned so far for Julie."

"Yeah, okay, $1450. But as I've said, there's $1100 here, but that still means you owe me $350 now, plus another $800 in less than a month. Anticipating that, I had them all make out all their checks to me."

As quickly as it had come, the money evaporated before eyes. But I had to admit it was more or less fair.

"By the way," Sylvia asked, "was Jillian, the Winona Ryder look-alike, flirting with you out there?"

"Yeah," I said and sighed, and then added, "And she took a pic of my hard-on too."

"Figures. Well, she gave the smallest donation of all--twenty bucks. But actually her inspiring that erection was a real treat for my class. I can tell they are just buzzing with energy, artistic and otherwise. And as I said a few of them want to meet you personally--but let's worry about that later."

"Okay," I said, still in kind-of a daze, and not sure how to react, but then I added, "So what about Julie? How are you going to count that?"

"Well, I bet you need to get your rocks off after all that, and so why don't you knock on her door and get her to give you a blow job. Then eat her pussy. Or both. I'll give you a hundred for each trick, and don't think about whining, but instead think about how incredible this is that I'm paying you for having sex with my daughter."

"Yeah," I said, "She's a sweet kid."

Sylvia said, "Yeah, maybe too sweet. I need you to corrupt her and teach her the ways of the world. I'm sure she's been masturbating about you since shortly after you arrived. Have you ever beaten your meat while thinking about her?"

"Not yet," I said, and then added, "but yeah, I could use a blowjob. And Julie does have nice tits."

"That's the spirit. Go for it! And don't forget to bring me back some photographic proof."

*****

An hour later, after getting some lunch, and then brushing my teeth and hair, I was knocking on Julie's door again.

"Finally," Julie said, opening the door and giving me a big hug and a long kiss.

She closed the door behind me and locked it, and added, "Mom told me what a big success it turned out to be after all, but I know that was stressful for you. But it was so exciting being in that room, seeing you get a hard on, and knowing that probably more than half the women in there were thinking they wanted you, at least in fantasy, but knowing that you were mine."

Then she looked guilty, and said, with a shy smile, "It was my fault you got hard, isn't it? I wore this low cut blouse, but I sort of forgot the effect I have on you."

"Yes," I said smiling, "But it sort-of worked out okay in the end. I do like your blouse, but now I really want to see your breasts, Julie, and as you said, it was kind of stressful. Would you take off your blouse, get on your knees, and give me a blowjob now?"

Julie eyes widened, and she turned a bit pale, but she said, "Yes, Nicky," and started immediately taking off her blouse.

I smiled and said, "Let me get a pillow for you to kneel on," and I walked over to her bed, got a pillow, and put in on the carpeted floor.

As the pillow flopped on the ground she was reaching behind her back and unfastening her bra, letting her large breasts free. She had large areolas and large erect nipples.