“Yes mamm, George Dawson” I said as I extended my hand for a shake. “I’m honored that you chose to own not one, but two of my pieces of work.” The woman looked at me, my smile radiant and friendly, hers equally as warm and cordial as she replied “Nice to meet you, I’m Melissa Johnson, I’ve admired your work for months at the gallery, but never dreamed I’d be able to actually own one *chuckle*, I mean two. Arisol was so helpful in the decision to get them both done at the same time, she's told me all about you.” She turned towards Arisol with a friendly handshake and then a hug and then gushed “How did you manage to get him to come all the way to Washington just to set up the pieces for me?” Arisol giggled and replied “It wasn’t too hard, it was time for a visit anyway, and this way he could meet you too, you said you'd like to meet the man behind the *chuckle* big pieces of art.” Melissa turned and led the way to the interior of the house, actually more a mansion than a mere house. We were escorted to the main living room, which was larger than my entire home in Oklahoma, a vast room about 30 x 50 feet with high vaulted ceiling that rose a good 25 feet at the top rafter. She said “George, will this room be OK for the pieces, I’m thinking one on either side of the window.” When she said window, she meant the panes of safety glass that covered the entire 50 foot side of the room, floor to ceiling. I surveyed the situation and said, yes, there should be enough space to show them off very nicely. I noticed that she was surveying the 'situation' as well as I caught her glancing below my belt line.
About then the movers started bringing in the large wooden pieces that made up the whole of the two sculptures, one a Blue Whale of about 8 feet in length, and the other a full sized Golden Eagle in a flighted pose, the wings when put together were 9 ½ feet across. Between the movers with their dollies and lifts, and a bit of help from Arisol and Sally the task of setting up the pieces took about a half an hour. Melissa busied herself ‘staying out of the way’, but seemed giddy at the new acquisitions. She moved from one angle to another to view them as the process was fulfilled. At one point she and Arisol were over at the end of the room talking quietly, their glances turned my direction more than once, but I was busy and thought little of the gesture. When the setup had been finished the movers got into the truck and drove off, Melissa turned to us and said “How about something to drink, I’m sure you are all fatigued. And we really should commemorate the occasion in some way. George, what would you like?” By that time I truly was getting weary from the restless overnight flight and labor of setting up the massive artwork, and said “A coffee would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble or a soft drink if it’s easier.” She replied “Have a seat, Arisol and I can fix the drinks, you two just rest, we’ll be right back.” Sally took a seat on one of the large recliners that faced the windows, a full view of the new pieces at each side. I sat in a smaller chair, also facing the window, proud of the work, and even prouder still of the sale, the two had brought in a cool $150,000, not bad for a few hours *Lots of laughs* work. As time seemed to drag by I heard a sound coming from the direction that the two had disappeared, needing to stretch a bit I got up and wandered that way. As I went down the wide hallway I could hear more plainly the sounds coming from the kitchen and had a fair idea of what was going on, so I quietly proceeded to the open doorway. As I turned my eyes into the room, I could see Melissa leaned over the edge of the sturdy wooden table, Arisol perched atop of it with her legs spread eagled as Melissa gave her a good tongue lashing, literally. I was behind Melissa, so she hadn’t seen me enter, her nicely rounded ass moved up and down as she brought pleasures to Arisol, her pants lay down around her ankles, and a hand fiercely thrusting into her own genitals. I had to chuckle at the sight, and thought to myself it certainly would be nice to be part of this little party. I made my decision and walked nonchalantly across the room to retrieve my drink, as well as Sally’s from where they sat on the counter. When Melissa saw me she about passed out from the shock of me walking in on them and stuttered around for seconds that seemed to drag out forever. I simply said “No big deal, I can see that you’re having fun, I’ll just take the drinks, and you girls take your time.” By then she had recovered enough to fall to her knees and look more clearly at me, more specifically at my pant leg, the nature of the scene I had witnessed had brought my cock to almost full attention, and caused quite a bulge running down the leg of my pants, still not enjoying underwear, I was commando as usual. Her eyes became fixed on the protrusion that now extended to my knee. In her lustful state she blurted out “Are you married? Is there some way I can thank you more fully for the wonderful artwork?” I chuckled a really naughty laugh and replied “No, sadly, I’m a widow. You can see that my works are oversized, you sure that you want to make that offer? She was about drooling as she replied “Oh yeah, what ever I can do to thank you appropriately. And yes I can see that size is something that do, and not just in your artwork” with a giggle that sounded down right nasty. Arisol hopped down from the table, pulled her pants into place before picking up Sally’s drink as well as her own and headed for the door. She knew that a personal touch from the artist was needed, though I think she was a bit disappointed at not getting the first ‘fucking’ from me during my stay in Seattle . Melissa stepped from her pants as she crossed to close the door, swung it closed and walked towards me, removing her clothing as she approached, her top and bra quickly followed, leaving only her panties, rather skewed due to her prior invasions into her own slit while eating out Arisol. I didn’t want to seem too easy, so lingered as I unfastened my belt and pants, unzipping them slowly as she watched. I kicked off my loafers and lowered my pants across my hips, letting them fall from there. My enlarging penis, though not fully engorged was at just less than 12 inches, and as thick as her bicep. I stepped from the pants and leaned against the table edge, watching her drool over the size, and contemplate the fullness of it. She stepped up to me and whispered into my ear “Oh God, that’s even bigger than Arisol had told me, be careful, it’s enough to do damage” as she wrapped her hands around the girth, her fingers not able to circle it unless she used both hands, and then began pulling back and forth along the length. I put my hands on her ribcage and turned us both to face the table, her in front of me, pushing her torso down onto the surface. She obliged my deliberate actions and lay across it, parting her legs for the inevitable invasion. I wasn’t sure that she was ready for it yet, so knelt down and pushed her cheeks apart, my face quickly buried between them, my tongue forcing its way into the eager, but only slightly wet canal. As I tasted of her sweetness, her excitement grew rapidly; she was quivering with anticipation as my tongue brought her to a rush of pleasure, her canal filled with sweet nectar as her hips forced back and forth on my face, lips, chin and tongue. I could tell that she was now ready and stood up behind her. I turned my hands thumbs down to the outside of her butt cheeks and w ith both hands I parted her petals as widely as I could, pushing the head of my tool to the brink of her sopping hole and gently forcing it into her with a pop as the bulbous 2 1/2 inch wide head penetrated the first muscle of her pussy. She cried out, whether from the excitement or the pain, I didn’t care, she was going to get as much as she could handle. After all she had paid me $150,000, the least I could do was thank her properly, and shoved another few inches in, working it in and out of her as she whimpered in ecstasy. By the time I had gotten a rhythm going good, I was pushing about 8 inches in at a fair pace, she literally screamed as she came again, and then again, her orgasms were almost continuous as the sweet nectar of her loins flowed around my shaft and splattered to the floor. One of the nicer side effects of taking male enhancement herbs is the control it allows, I could feel all the pleasure of an orgasm without actually ejaculating until I was willing. For this occasion, I wasn’t and just kept pounding her until exhaustion had done her in and she collapsed on top of the table, her legs limp as they hung off the edge. I pulled my meat out and patted her on the ass, knelt down and licked the juice from her thighs to be kind, dipping my tongue into the abyss of her canal, her whimpers continued, and her body giving forth spasms of labored twitching, as her breaths came in short stuttered pants for air.
