Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2011 15:57:26 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Ten

   I now began to spend more time in the gallery on a Saturday and I was
surprised at the number of his clients who went into the back gallery and
bought many pictures and drawings, if not more than what was on display in
the front half of the building. Now with these people seeing me clothed
when they first came in and then saw me naked in that second gallery, we
began to get more orders for his paintings of me. This, I'm sad to say,
plus James himself, turned me into some sort of a whore. I use the word
loosely in the fact that I didn't take money for sexual favours, though the
latter became part of it, for he was getting requests that they, the
clients wanted themselves to be painted in a sexual act with me.

   Now some of these were painted without me being there or with my
consent, that didn't matter, but when I was asked to actually be there and
be seen and be painted or drawn in the middle of one, was a different
matter. It was the thin edge of the wedge as far as I was concerned, but at
a thousand pounds a painting, I was soon swayed into posing with a
stranger's cock in my mouth while he wore a triumphant grin of his
face. Either that or of having his erection in the process of being poked
up my arse.

   For an extra hundred or so, they got to finish what had been started, so
I began to suck on strange cocks and have them stuck up inside me to fill
me with their seed at either end. I suppose the icing on the cake was when
my own bank manager came in and wanted one done. I was dumbfounded. The
last person I would have thought to have thoughts or wish to be compromised
in this way, and it annoyed me that he had escaped my attention as being
one of us. The man was married for Christ's sake!

   It's a strange world we live in, but I utterly and adamantly refused to
be put in a picture with him. I told him that it would destroy us both if
such a picture was ever seen and as much as I liked the man, I couldn't put
us in that position. We spent a whole evening with James taking his side
but I wouldn't budge. This argument was on a Friday evening and he went
away most disconsolate at not being having himself painted with me.

   I felt sorry for him as I now knew from his talking that he was now a
widower and of an age where it was unlikely that he was ever going to get
another woman and so he was now turning to this for relief and solace. I
suppose he really wanted it to have at home so that he could masturbate at
what he'd had done to and with me in remembrance.

   I felt so bad about turning him down that with it now being Saturday
morning, I decided to call at his house before I went to do the weekly
shopping. I knew his address but had never been there in the past. I found
that he lived in the most select part of town and I was surprised to find
that his was a big rambling house in about an acre of ground. I went up the
wide gravel drive and rang the door bell and had to wait a minute or two
before he opened the door.

   `Oh, hello Timothy,' he said, standing there in the doorway wearing his
dressing gown and obviously not long been out of his bed.

   `Sorry to call round so early in the morning Mr. Wilkinson,' I said,
that being my manager's name, `but I've come round to apologise for last
night.'

   `Come in, come in, he said, opening the door wide for me to enter. I
waited till he closed the door and then followed him across the large hall
and into one room off to the side. It wasn't a large room but it did seem
to be over filled with old furniture. Judging by the room's size, I
imagined that there must have been at least six more rooms on the ground
floor if the outside of the house was anything to go by. How many bedrooms
it contained I had no idea.

   `I know it's early, but it's not a bank day so would you like a drink?
You look as though you could do with one,' he said.

   `Er, yes please Mr Wilkinson. A gin and tonic if you've got it.'

   `It's William, Timothy, we're not in the bank now but in my home,' he
said, as he went to the sideboard that held an array of bottles. He took
two glasses from a side cabinet and poured out two drinks, rather large
ones, and passed one glass to me.

   `Thank you, er, William,' I stammered.

   `Sit down, sit down,' he said as he sat in an armchair and I noticed
that he wasn't wearing pyjamas beneath his dressing gown.

   `I didn't know you knew where the gallery was er, William,' I began,
`and that I was living there.'

   `I've always known of the gallery, and when you moved in too,' he
replied. I felt my face go a bit red and took a gulp of my drink.

   `Well I was a bit shocked when you walked in last night and, and, er,
what kind of picture you wanted, the pose of us both together.' I took
another gulp of my drink and still couldn't see the bottom of the glass. `I
mean, what if somebody should see it? It wouldn't be good for your image as
the bank manager. Where would you hang it or would it be locked away?'

   `It would hang on the wall in my bedroom with the other two,' he smiled.

   `Other two!' I exclaimed. I'd not seen him in the gallery and I'm
certain that James would have told me if he'd been in to buy drawings or
paintings of me.

   `Timothy. I'm now an old man without a wife and I see you fully dressed
five days a week and then, when in my bedroom, I can see you without
clothes for seven nights to, well I think it's obvious what I do. Come, let
me show you which two I have.'

   He finished his drink and got up from his chair and so I gulped the rest
of mine down and rose up to follow him, putting my empty glass alongside
his on the sideboard. I followed him up the stairs to what was his bedroom
and we walked in and I could see the unmade bed and knew he hadn't been up
long. He sat down on the bed and pointed to the wall facing it.

   There were, as he said, two drawings of me. Well one drawing and one
watercolour. The first, slighter larger was me as the Greek warrior and the
second was one that I had forgotten I'd posed for. It was in colour and was
of a back view of my naked body as I looked into a full length mirror to
show me with a big erection. I was smiling into the mirror, a secret sort
of smile as if I knew that somebody was behind me and looking at my naked
body.

   `I can understand why you wanted this other picture done er, William,
but to put the two of us together, well, it would get spoken about,' I
said.

   `Who but me would see it,' he said

   `Do you have a cleaner come in for this big house?'

   `Oh,' and a crestfallen expression came over his face. `Yes, I do, and I
see what you mean. Women do like to gossip.'

   `That is why I said no last night. I couldn't in all honesty compromise
your position and standing in the community. Where did you get these two
from?' I asked.

   `Oh from an old friend. I recognised you immediately and paid him more
than he had I think for them.'

   `Did he tell you of any other paintings or drawings?' I asked softly.

   `Yes, and so I knew, or thought I knew that I would be able to have one
painted as I requested last night,' he said looking a trifle sheepish.

   `So that's when you found out about my, er, sexual persuasion then?'

   `Oh no. It's when you started to bring in certain accounts to the bank
that I guessed.'

   It was then that I noticed that though he sat there on the bed with his
hands in his lap, he was actually hiding an erection at our talking of my
homosexuality.

   `William,' I said in my low voice again, putting my job on the line with
what I was going to come out with. `Wouldn't you rather have the model in
the flesh than just as a picture to masturbate over?'

   There! I'd said it and I watched a slow flush come up from the collar of
his dressing gown and his hands really began to fidget in his lap.

   `Do...do you mean in the...the position that I wanted the picture,' he
stammered.

   `Yes, but going the whole way,' I said, more confident now.

   `Er, yes Timothy, I would,' his voice now as low as mine had been.

   `Well I can see that you are ready,' I said, looking pointedly at his
crotch as I began to take my clothes off until I stood naked before
him. `Isn't this better,' I said a bit coyly, my erection up and sticking
out as I turned round for him to see the taut cheeks of my bum. `Is this
your first time to have another man?'

   `Yes,' he stammered.

   `Do you have any condoms?'

   `Er, no. I haven't had the need for any for a long time.'

   `Well do you have any kind of cream to use?'

   `Yes,' he quickly said and got up and went into the adjoining bathroom
and came back with a small blue pot that I knew must have made a fortune
for the manufacturers in sales to the `girls' of the Merchant Navy. I took
the pot from him and unscrewed the lid as I pushed his dressing gown off
his shoulders to fall to the carpet.

   His body was in fairly good trim for his age though he did have quite a
paunch but his cock was big enough, not like mine, but enough. I smeared
some cream over the top of his throbbing head and turned round and bent
over, placing my hands flat on the bed.

   `You shouldn't need telling what to do William,' I said over my
shoulder, and so he moved in closer and I felt his hand tremble as it came
on my hip and I felt the cold cream touch my bum. `Now realise your dream
and push,' I said. He did just that and slid in easily and he then seemed
to gather himself for he now grasped me properly with both hands and so he
fucked me.

   His technique wasn't anything to write home about being nowhere in the
class of James and some of the others, but what could you expect for an old
man doing this for the first time. I liked the old man and this was the
least I could do for him for the chances he had given me in the bank.

   So he fucked me and came and I only hoped that he wouldn't have a heart
attack in the process. He came and pulled out of me and I quickly
straightened up and took him through to the bathroom where I ran the water
and washed him properly. After drying him, we went back into the bedroom
and decided not to get dressed straight away but got onto the bed and
invited him, incongruously, onto his own bed.

   `That was very good for a first time,' I lied as we lay there on top of
the rumpled covers and I stroked his thighs. `You've been saving that up I
should think.'

   `Er, Timothy. First I should thank you for, er, what we've just done
together, but at the bank...'

   `William,' I interrupted him, getting up onto an elbow and looking down
at him. `At the bank you are Mr Wilkinson and will be treated with the
respect that you deserve. Do not think for a minute that I would even dare
to say or abuse the trust we have shown to each other in this room
today. Remember, I came to apologise and explain the danger of having such
a painting on display, even it was only to be seen in here.'

   `Thank you Timothy, you have made me very happy,' he replied.

   `But,' I said, giving him a wink and a mischievous smile, `it doesn't
stop you from calling me into your office for, say, a special meeting and
having the same, though I would recommend that you buy some condoms.' I
went on to explain about being properly cleaned afterwards and we spoke for
awhile as I played with his somewhat shrivelled penis and was very pleased
to at least half raise it before going down and sucking on him.

   After five minutes I managed to coax a small amount out of him but it
was enough to satisfy him for at least two or three weeks. I then gave him
a kiss on the cheek and said that I had to go for James would be very
annoyed if I was too late back from my shopping. He's a very jealous man I
told him so I most definitely would not be saying about our little get
together or of any others that we may have in the future.

   This bolstered him up and he helped me get dressed which really wasn't
necessary but I didn't stop him in his show of gratitude. He came
downstairs with me and was sorry that I declined to stay for another drink
and said that I would see him, as usual, at work on the Monday.

   I almost skipped down the gravel drive thinking that I was maybe on
another rung of the ladder at the bank. To digress a little, I was in fact
really on the way up for within two months, our Assistant manager was sent
off to manage another branch and I was confirmed as being the new Assistant
Manager of our branch.

   I did the shopping and went on home to the gallery and my James, him
being so pleased at having sold three paintings didn't query why I had been
gone so long. He was lovely in his fucking of me that night and I
reciprocated and we carried our loving on through the whole of Sunday.

   I went to work as usual on Monday and William, though he was now called
Mr Wilkinson, found that his fears were groundless as my attitude towards
him was the same as it had always been.

   It was two weeks after when he came over to my desk and asked if we
could have a special meeting in his office.

   `Certainly sir,' I replied, getting up from my desk and followed him to
his office.

   `No calls for twenty minutes Miss Cory,' he said to his secretary as we
went in and he locked the door. Leaving out the banter, he produced a
condom and I dropped my trousers while he put this on and I laid over his
desk and let him fuck me for the second time.

   `That was great William,` I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

   `Thank you Timothy,' he said with a smile as he unlocked the door and I
went back to my desk, happy that I was now being able to get the odd cock
while at work. It was now becoming a pleasure to go my place of business.

   From that point on my job in the bank was most definitely assured. So
much so that he managed to get the head office to waive the rule of an
assistant manager being promoted by having to move and he made it possible
for me to stay in the same branch. This was the only reason I accepted the
post though it had been offered before, but I had refused to leave the
town.

   I will be frank and say that I used this title to pressure people that
had used or bought from the studio to change their banking allegiance to
the one where I worked and so brought in even more business than I had in
the past. We became the top bank in town and I saw that all of our
customers were satisfied, in more ways than one. I didn't want the belt
from James too often, so I didn't tell him of the odd peccadillo that I
resorted to get these extra clients. They were satisfied and so was I in
all respects, but I still needed James. He was the love of my life and
every night I couldn't wait to get him to bed to treat me as I wanted to be
for I now really believed I was a woman masquerading as a man, and I wanted
to be treated as such.

   I did the washing, the cleaning, his ironing as well as the cooking as
long as he would take me to bed at night and fuck me. I even went so far as
to start taking perfumed baths as I shaved under my armpits and trimmed the
pubic and anal hairs before making myself sexy enough for him to take me in
his arms and carry me to the bed to do whatever he wanted of me.

   I must say that he was much straighter than me in having affairs outside
of our relationship. He didn't, except for that one time with Diane while I
was there as opposed to my having my manager, which I didn't tell him
about, and others which I did. I didn't count cocksucking as having an
affair.

   This I did one evening with Herbert when I stopped in the club for a
drink on the way home. I'd worked later than usual and just felt like a
drink and called in. Of course it was Herbert I bumped into. He knew now
that I was the regular partner of James but still wanted to know if I
fancied him enough to have a bit on the side. All I would agree to was a
blow job out in the cottages, the name given by us to the toilets.

   So I went out first and found an empty cubicle and he was soon there and
came in and locked the door behind him. I was sitting on the pan and with
him facing me, pulled down the zipper of his trousers and pulled out his
erection. He was really throbbing for I could feel every beat of his heart
through the organ I held in my hand.

   `For old times' sake,' I said as I then took him into my mouth and had
his large cock head there for me to suck and tongue. I had him almost
scratching the walls with his fingernails as I gave him head and teased the
eye of his cock. He must have been desperate, for it didn't take much for
him to grab my head and take over to mouth fuck me. I loved it when I felt
it throb and enlarge itself inside as he began to come and clamped my lips
tight around his piece as he spurted out the first, second and yet another
two gouts of semen into my mouth.

   He was panting that much after he had come, that I was worried that he
might be having a heart attack as I swallowed what I had there and began to
lick him clean. But he calmed down and let me finish the job before he put
himself away and bent his head to give me a kiss. This was one of the
things I didn't tell James about.

   We didn't have any more sessions with the girls posing at the studio and
at the next monthly meeting which James didn't attend, I learned that Mark
was over the moon with the drawings for publication. We had agreed that he
would be the final arbiter in what pictures should be used for either
printing in the books or be used for advertising.

   I was very impressed at the professional finish he had done for our
advertising, and so was James when I showed them to him. These had been
sent out and Tracey had already begun to receive some enquires about buying
our editions. Mark had conveyed in the advertising that these were special
editions and would therefore be numbered as they would eventually become
collector's items. The crafty sod. The number one of each would be of a
quite high price and that the price would begin to reduce as the numbers
went higher in the printing and I was surprised that it almost became a
bidding war after the first two had been published to obtain that copy that
was inscribed as being the first copy of that particular edition. Though
there were five extra copies that said that they preceded that number one
as being the originals that only the owners of the company would have. So
this made the numbering sequence a lot of bullshit, but it helped sell an
awful lot as time went on.

   Male Love was the third edition and did very well at Tracey's bookshop
as well as through the mail order. The Once a Knight, though lacking
somewhat in the usual sexual content still did rather well when it
eventually came out, but this was a couple of months ahead of where I am
now.

   I went to our usual monthly meeting and learned of most of what I've
just said and, again, got taken into the bedroom of Diane to have her on
her knees and take her again. I was still longing to fuck her up the arse,
but that would take quite some time before she would allow that. Tracey
would have been a better bet for this kind of sex I believed.

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