Her Muse aka Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls (NSFW)

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You added the final touches to your painting. Ever since you met Alan at the art gallery your work was being displayed at, he's been begging you to draw him. He was absolutely drawn to your art style, he loved how you depict your subjects, the way you perfectly captured their essence. More than that, he was enamoured with you, his eyes not being able to leave your face since he spotted you. He loved how enthusiastic you were about your work, the way you smiled as you conversed with possible buyers about your creative process, and the way your hands moved as you explained your artwork.

Ever since that night, he's been trying to win you over; heck, he bought 5 of your pieces that night just so you would take a notice to him and his offer of a dinner together. To be quite honest, you were falling for him at a rapid speed, you loved how caring he was, and how when you two were together the rest of the world seemed to drift away, as if you were being held in a trance.

Now he lays in your bed nude, and watches as you put down your paintbrush and walks towards him. "You sat so well for me darling, I think you deserve a treat", you whisper seductively as you sit on his lap.

"Can I at least see the painting first?" he wined. "Not until you prove to me that you're a good boy and deserve to see it", you said with a smirk. You slammed your lips against his, forcing your tongue into his mouth. He moaned against your mouth, allowing you to explore with your tongue. You started to palm his cock, feeling it get harder and harder.

 "Please ride me, darling," Alan begged, slowly being reduced to a whimpering mess.

"Since you asked so nicely my pretty boy, I shall," you whispered into his ear. "Be a good boy and help me strip, would you?"

He eagerly nodded, hurrying to strip you of your painters smock and leggings. When you were left only in your underwear he hesitated, too busy admiring every inch of your body. You were like a goddess to him, and all he wanted to do was to worship you and tell you how gorgeous you look to him.

You caught him checking you out and smirked. "My dear boy, my eyes are up here, you know?" you teased.

Alan hid his face with his hands, blushing a deep shade of red.

You pulled his hands away from his face, and cupped his face so he was looking into your eyes. "I'm just joking, dear," you told him sweetly.

You finished removing your undergarments, and sat back down on his lap. You started to gently kiss his abdomen, slowly moving up until you reached his lips again. Oh how you loved his lips, the perfect way they curled up when he smiled, and how they felt against yours. In fact, you were absolutely obsessed with the way he looked, your first impression of him was that he was sculpted by the gods.

Not breaking contact with his lips, you slowly sunk onto his cock, groaning at his girth. In your opinion he was the perfect size, both big and wide enough to fill you perfectly.

"Please start moving, mommy!" Alan whined as he desperately bucked his hips into you. You smirked at the nickname, you adored how submissive he was in bed, especially since he was so dominating and in control outside of the bedroom.

"As you wish, my perfect boy," you replied as you slowly started rocking your hips.

"M-mommy! Faster please!" He moaned, desperation seeping in his voice.

You sped up, ass bouncing on his cock as you sucked on his neck, marking him as yours.

"You're behaving so well for mommy, my dear boy. Such a good little slut for me, taking my pussy so well" you moaned into his neck.

"I-i'm close mommy!" Alan groaned, his breathing quickening.

"Can you be a good boy and hold it for just a little bit? Mommy is about to cum too." You instructed.

He nodded, and placed his hands in your hair, as he needed something to grasp onto. You felt your orgasm approaching, and gave him permission to cum.

"M-mommy! Mommy!" He moaned as he came, hot cum shooting into your pussy.

He laid on the bed, chest heaving, absolutely spent from your little session. You climbed off of him, laying beside him and wrapping your arms lovingly around him. You could feel his cum dripping out of your used hole, a feeling you love more than just about anything in the world.

You gently stroked his hair, whispering praises into his ear. "You did so well for me, my sweet little prince. You're the best boy I could have asked for, so obedient."

He snuggled closer into your chest, his hands gently massaging your breasts. He felt so safe and blissful in your arms, it was like heaven on earth. You kissed his forehead, slowly getting up. Alan wined at the loss of contact.

"Shhh, darling, mommy is just going to get us cleaned up, then we can cuddle, okay?" you cooed. He nodded, and you left the room.

You returned dressed in a lace nightgown holding a damp towel, and walked towards Alan. You gently wiped the cum off of his now soft cock, and the bedsheets.

"Do you still want to see the painting, my dear boy?" you asked him.

"Yes, yes!! I'm so excited!" Alan said, practically jumping on the bed. You retrieved the painting from the other side of the room and placed it in front of him, waiting to hear what he thought.

Alan's eyes widened, in awe of your talent. He reached out to touch the canvas, but you swatted his hands away.

"Naughty boy, no touching! The paint is not dry yet!" You gently scolded.

"S-sorry mommy, I didn't know!" He whispered.

"Thats quite alright dear", you replied, taking a seat on the bed.

"I absolutely love it! I wish I was as handsome in real life as I am in the painting!" He gushed.

"You're even prettier than the painting, I promise!" You laughed at his adorable reaction.

"Thank you so much for drawing me, mommy! I'll cherish this drawing for the rest of my life!! he said.

"Of course, anything for my good boy", you replied. You got back onto the bed, and Alan moved so he was snuggling into your chest.

"It's getting late, time for you to get some rest, you behaved so well today" you whispered to him.

"Goodnight mommy, thank you for the wonderful day!" he whispered back.

"Goodnight my sweet Alan, sweet dreams" you said before turning off the lights.

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Hello my loves! This is my longest story yet, and I hope that you enjoyed sub Alan! Please vote/comment if you enjoyed, thank you! Have a great day<3

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