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The Canadian Catalogue model, the early years, part 3
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The Canadian Catalogue model, the early years, part 3 THE PAINTING " FRESHLY FUCKED " So, recap, I started my modeling career in 1973 right out of school, my first sexual experience that Fall was with my older roommates Gloria ( was was in her 20s ) and Heidi ( was in her 30s ). They got<b> drunk </font></b>Donini one night and gave my first ever orgasms. My first penetration by a man happened at a Christmas party that was put on by of the agency is worked for. Actually, it wasn't just one man, it was many men who fucked my self and another model my age repeatedly for 2 hours straight, it wasn't really sex, it was an assault by a bunch of men who were between the ages of 35 and 75 and who were all executives with major retail chains, fashion manufacturers and distributors and advertising executives. That persistent environment wherein I was pimped out regularly to caused me to seek out a protector and I found that protector in Gerry who you met in part 2. Gerry was in his 40s, a powerful figure in the fashion and modeling world, as well as the world of politics, business and finance. Gerry was a commercial artist who ran his own very successful business designing window displays for national retail chains in Canada and the US. Gerry's first passion though was his art and more particularly his painting. He explored many types of styles like surreal, impressionism and mixed media. Gerry loved to paint,often after we fucked, it was fucking as I loved him and respected him but I wasn't in love with him, he would go back to working on one of his paintings in progress, I loved watching him paint. He was a creative man and that had its appeal. Gerry did many paintings of me, portraits, full length nudes, front and back , he painted me in costumes from historic periods with my long red hair and down, I was a serving wench, a ladies maid , a regal woman from the th century , an 18th century , and more. Sometimes he would just do paintings of my pussy or my bottom or my legs, my bottom and legs are my best features I thin He rarely painted my breasts alone as he often told that when he was on top of in the missionary position that my tits were so small it was like fucking a, well, for decency sake let's just say a younger . Gerry planned one elaborate and large painting of and it was be in the mixed media style, he posed me and took Polaroids of me posed sprawled put on a medium blue leather couch with one leg positioned stretching the top of the couch with my foot resting top of the back of the couch, my long red hair was down covering my tiny breasts. I was naked . The painting took a couple of months to complete, it was on a 4ft tall by 6ft long canvas , it was a large painting, the largest he ever did of . During the period he was painting this masterpiece there were several times after we fucked that he told me he was keeping my stockings, or keeping my soaked panties or one of my camisoles , he said he needed them for this painting which, again to reiter was in the mixed media style which meant it would have different textures and feature pieces pushed into the art which related to me. The night of the unveil he invited me over for a celebration. I thought it was to be the of us but when I got there Gerry wasn't the only man in his studio. There were other young men close my age. They were students of Gerry's from an art class he taught at Ryerson. I dressed from head toe in my favourite colour ( it is still a colour I wear a lot of today ) and that is medium/electric blue. I had a short medium/blue polyester shift dress with a high collar, matching panties , thigh high stockings and flats of the same colour, I was very monochromatic save for my long red hair which was tied back in a ponytail with a white ribbon. I asked Gerry what was , and he told take off my dress and panties and lay the couch. As I did this he told the young men to strip as well. I now knew something strange was going to happen, Gerry loved to watch me have sex with other men and women and by this time I was 19 and had probably ( been told to ) fucked 0 men . Gerry said this was about performance art and what myself and the young men were going create was the finishing touch to his latest masterpiece , his piece de resistance . The young men had been briefed and we're minus their briefs. They were standing over and Gerry said let the performance begin. The first young man mounted and began fuck missionary style , he was quite fast and I felt his cock tense quickly and within a few minutes he pulled out of and got off and went around stand beside Gerry and while I couldn't see what he was doing I suspected the young man was jerking off over my painting. The next 5 guys took from behind, my side, or again missionary style except for the last fellow who just gave a rough mouth fucking. I remember not enjoying him because I have a small mouth, still do, and it took me years to finally be able to take a large cock in my mouth. Each fellow pulled out of me before he came and went around and stood beside Gerry who directed them where to put their splatter. I had yet to see the painting, the last person to shoot his load over my painting was Gerry himself. I hadn't bothered to get dressed, Gerry got me a glass of wine and then he led me around the easel and for the first time I saw the painting. I gasped ,it was a large work as I mentioned and it was in the mixed media style with rough and course textures of paint. The face was definitely me as was the body, there was a collage of momentos of me as well. My upper leg, the one going up the back of the couch had a piece of a black sheer stocking, one of mine on it, the lower leg had a piece of a red sheer stocking, there was a piece of one of my blue lace panties covering my pussy and my tiny breasts were covered by a piece of an orange lace camisole. The pieces were all torn bits from the original lingerie. In one corner of the painting there was a photo of me from a catalogue shoot in which I am turned away from the camera and am modeling a brown suede vest and skirt with a white blouse and knee high flat boots, another corner had my legs, a photo taken from a famous panty hose commercial that I was one of the models there was a gorgeous photo taken by Gerry with a 35 mm camera of me in a peasant dress with my hair braided sitting in the grass looking across at Toronto from Toronto island, there were other little bits and pieces, earrings I thought I'd lost, pieces of press photos of me , it was about and it was covered in men's cum. I loved it, it was big and magnificent and it was about . I was so into the moment that I suggested to the young men that we fuck again, they agreed and this time they were more enthusiastic and into it and I demanded they spill more cum the painting , Gerry agreed and he fucked as well, I did enjoy his cock as it was inches long and 7 inches around when hard ( he measured it for me once) , we had more wine and got dressed and I asked Gerry what he planned do with the painting. I wasn't totally prepared for his response. He said he was giving it to as a parting gift, he was breaking with . Fifteen minutes later I found myself in a cab with the painting in the trunk of the big old cab my way home with tears streaming down my cheeks. So, there are several paintings of me out there from my time with Gerry, his artwork became collectable and valuable over time, and the 4ft by 6ft mural mixed media piece he did of me ? It hangs over the head of our marital bed, every year our anniversary I suck my husband off and then jerk him off over it, it is the only time it leaves the wall save for when we move, it has followed us through our marital life. I also have 2 smaller pieces Gerry did of me, one in which I'm reclining nude with my back him and another of as Marie Antoinette as interpreted by Gerry. Former lovers of mine during that period in my life gave them to me some years later as a very kind, generous and thoughtful gift. Some of you reading this will have seen the paintings when you were guests in our homes in Toronto, Vancouver ( and for a couple of years in Saint John NB when we loved there for 2 years do to my husband's work ). So Gerry was my protector through my 19th year, he extended his protection beyond our period together which enabled me to keep,working steadily. I met my husband when I was 20 and he was just starting at University of Toronto. We married after he graduated with his first degree when he was 22 and I was 24. Mark was both a lover and a relative of my roommate Heidi, she introduced us and we moved in together when Mark was 19 and I was 21 and we have never looked back, but you can read about that here in my prolific blog which I share with our who is also in the lifestyle. |
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