She sat motionless on the hard wooden chair while everyone around her examined her minutely. She could feel their eyes burning over her, contemplating her, judging her. What did they think of her, sitting there, stripped of everything? When she first took off the robe and exposed her nakedness to them all, she felt in control, desirable and powerful. She smiled when she thought of them admiring her, but now she was having second thoughts and self doubt.
When Charles left the room, Rhiannon Kelly felt abandoned. The man had been with her since she arrived in the city and had taken care of her—oh, how he took care of her! Now she was naked and alone. She could feel the eyes roaming over her body and she blushed in embarrassment. They were talking but she could not hear them, they sounded so far away. Were they talking about her? Of course they were. Were they pointing out her imperfections? She took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind.
She could, she told herself, just stand up and walk away. She wouldn't, though, because she had agreed to pose for this art class and didn't want to embarrass herself or Charles. “C’mon, Rhiannon, you can do this,” she told herself. They were just drawing her, not interrogating her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to clear her thoughts.
Her mind drifted back to the night before. There were many times in her life where she went out of control, just going wild, usually when drinking. She was pretty wild last night, but it really was the exact opposite of "out of control," she was totally under control. She was all but helpless as she lay blindfolded and tied to the bed. How strange it was, in the moment of least freedom, she felt the most free. She felt relieved of all responsibility for her action and just let herself go mentally.
She recalled the moment of terror when she realized that a stranger was fucking her. That very moment, when she should have screamed and struggled to escape, she felt the most aroused she had ever been in her life. She was horrified that Charles had given her to another man without her knowledge, but in that very same moment, she was overcome with desire and actually achieved orgasm. When she realized there were more men, her body turned into a puddle of passion. To touch and be touched, to suck and be fucked by all those cocks was literally a dream come true. She briefly wondered what the men looked like, but she didn't really care, they were just hard cocks there to fuck her. She was their cock receptacle, their plaything.
Her blush of embarrassment slowly gave way to a flush of desire. She could feel herself getting wet and longed to run her finger over her labia. Wouldn't that cause a scandal, sitting there in front of the class! She could imagine the title of the sketches created by the students, "Girl playing with herself." She wondered if any art classes specialized in couples engaged in sex. She imagined herself on all fours, being taken from behind. No, better for her to straddle the guy so she could arch her back and give the students a better view of her small breasts and smooth stomach. She didn't think she could hold still long enough to be sketched.
She wondered how she looked in the students’ drawings. In her peripheral vision, she could see their heads moving; hear their pencils and charcoal sticks rubbing the paper in long and short strokes. Would they change her in any way, give her bigger boobs maybe?
She had let a few boyfriends photograph her in the nude. She didn't like those pictures, but Charles did a good job with his photos. He used proper lights and had lots of shadows; this room was awash in light from the big windows. She let a guy video her sucking his cock in his car once. She found the experience very exciting and loved watching the video afterward. She regretted not having a copy; it would have been fun to masturbate while seeing herself suck cock. She longed to touch herself.
The “Ding!” of the clock caught her by surprise. The time went by much faster than she had thought! She relaxed and blinked as she looked around. A few of the students were rapidly adding finishing touches to their sketches while the rest were preparing their easels for the next drawing. She stood up to stretch and a couple of the students made encouraging noises. She decided to do the next pose standing up.
Michael, the instructor, had been making his way around the room, making comments or encouraging words to the students. Now he quickly checked their work before they prepared their next blank sheet. She wasn't sure how long before she had to pose again and wondered if she should put on her robe. She was feeling very comfortable now and didn't care if everyone was looking at her. Well, mostly they were looking at each others’ drawings. A few held up their work for her to see. She wondered if she should get down and go over to look. “That would be very brazen!” she thought. She smiled at the artists show her their work.
Michael clapped his hands and gestured to Rhiannon. “Miss Kelly,” she was tickled that he referred to her so formally, “if you would please take a pose. Some of the students have asked for something standing?”
In her slightly aroused state, she was tempted to be very naughty and put one leg up on the chair to completely expose herself. She decided instead to cross her feet at the ankles and lean against the plinth. She put aside the chair and pulled up the column. Standing on one foot would not be too onerous as she was putting a lot of weight on the column. Plus, she thought it might look pretty good for the students. "Is this OK?" she asked and looked around. Michael gave her a smile. She heard affirmative mumbles and saw a few thumbs-up gestures and nods from the class. She returned to her daydreaming as she stared into the distance.
She was no longer self conscious. She stood and let the small crowd admire her figure. Sure, she could afford to lose a few pounds, but who in that room was innocent of that crime? Well, there were a couple of guys who appeared to be in good shape. She wondered if they were thinking about what it would be like to have sex with her. She thought a moment then swallowed the lump in her throat—who's to say that they didn't have sex with her last night! Charles was obviously friends with the instructor. Maybe he called him up and asked him to come over and bring a few of his students over last night. For all she knew, some of the men in that room could have fucked her last night as she lay blindfolded on the bed. She wondered what they might be thinking right now, "Last night I fucked that girl and today I'm drawing her!" The mystery of not knowing was turning her on again.
That morning, Charles refused to talk to her about the previous night. He insisted they could talk about it later. She pouted but he refused to budge on the issue. It was killing her not to know how many men fucked her as she lay helpless on the bed. She counted five loads of cum, but it seemed to her that there were more guys. She was a gang-bang slut. She smiled slightly. "You people are sketching a gang-bang slut," she murmured quietly.
She was totally spent last night. She lost count of how many times she came. Never in her life had she been so turned on; she would have gladly taken on a hockey team had she been offered the opportunity. When Charles had untied her, she collapsed physically and emotionally. It was a delicious release and she could not help crying. She reassured Charles that she was OK and she just needed to be held. He made love to her, kissing her deeply; oblivious to the fact that she had just swallowed five loads of spunk. There was no sperm left in her mouth, though, she made sure of that long before he kissed her.
When they went to sleep, he spooned her, lodging his erection inside her. She loved having a man’s arms around her, her back pressed to his chest. Feeling the cock pressing into her womb was an added bonus. Held inside and out, she felt secure. He woke her up a couple of times to fuck her again and she didn't mind the interruption. She liked the idea of just being his toy for the night. The morning was favorite part. He finally came and she went back to sleep knowing his life was swimming around inside her. She liked having a guy's cum in her pussy; it was like carrying a bit of him with her when they were apart.
She imagined her first time having sex with more than one guy to be a bit different. Rhiannon had a boyfriend who proposed the idea to her once, but they never followed through. They talked about how they might invite another guy and that was a real turn-on for her. He didn't want to have any of his friends involved, so they considered going to a hotel bar and propositioning some out-of-town businessman. They never got that far, but the whole idea was such a turn-on for them both that the fantasy sufficed.
She would have preferred to have a threesome with two guys she already knew, though. There were two popular guys in her school who were pretty good looking and always laughing and carrying on. She could see herself getting double-teamed by them. She’d be on all fours, sucking one guy while the other plowed her from behind. She imagined them high-fiving each other as they took her from both ends.
She jumped when the timer went off. She was so lost in thought that she never even looked over at it. A couple students asked if she could remain in that pose for a few more moments and she obliged. That gave her time to consider her next pose. Standing or sitting again?
Michael circled the room, an art shark picking up sketches, devouring the weak ones and leaving the strong ones alone. He was obviously well-respected by the students. She could feel his eyes on her sometimes. She wondered if he ever fucked his models. “Probably,” she thought to herself. Standing naked in that room with all those people was a turn on and what horny girl would turn down a good looking art instructor? Michael was not so much handsome as commanding. He walked with authority and the students sought his favor. She wondered if ever posed nude for his own class. “Do they sketch nude men?” she wondered.
The students who requested more time from her held up their sketches so she could see. They were really nice! She wondered if she could buy some from them to hang in her home. Everyone would admire them and she would laugh when she would tell them they were of her!
Michael clapped his hands again and made a few comments to the class. Turning to Rhiannon, she asked that she choose a reclining pose for the next sketch. She moved the column off the dais and pulled up the settee. Michael, seeing her struggle with the furniture, came to assist. “You are doing a very good job,” he said with sincerity. She blushed at the compliment and mumbled a reply. “No, really, you seem very comfortable.” She smiled. It was so weird being so close to him while she was naked. She was suddenly self conscious again ... but she was also wet.
Before she could sit, Michael gave her some suggestions on how to pose. She did as he instructed and he made corrections. She appreciated his feedback because she had no idea if she was doing it right before. Now she lay on her back, her head and shoulders propped up on the backrest, one knee up, the other leg slightly bent and turned to the side leaving her legs slightly parted. One hand was behind her head, the other rested on her hip, painfully close her loins. She was terrified that she might accidentally reach between her legs during the session.
The timer was set and she held still. Her mind was now free again to race. She was really comfortable on that couch and the pose was so easy. If she did not have to hold her arm behind her head, she imagined she could doze off. Her mind went off its previous track as she thought about work and all the shit she was dealing with back home. She could feel her brows furrow in thought and hoped that the students were thinking it was part of the pose. She went over different scenarios on how she’d deal with her problems when she returned.
She was watching the clock when the sweeping second hand triggered the bell. She needed a distraction. Sitting up, she grabbed her robe and put it on. One of the students was already holding out his sketch to show her. She forced a smile and walked down from the dais to get a closer look. She couldn't find the robe’s cord so she just held it closed with her hand.
The art student was obviously pleased that she should come down to examine his sketch. That made her smile for real. The sketch was crude but effective, broad strokes showed her curves and squiggles made up the details. She assured him that she thought it was very nice. He showed her the others he drew. “You can keep one of them if you like,” he told her. This pleased Rhiannon. She asked for the most recent one because it was the best pose. Michael had done a good job setting her up. At that moment, he was on the other side of the circle of artists.
The next student over was trying to get her attention. He was an older guy, obviously part of the adult education program. She walked over to view his sketches. They were not too bad, but not as good as the first student. She complimented him and he grinned. She then walked on to the next person, a young woman. The girl was not happy with her sketches, explaining that she could not control the charcoal properly. Rhiannon thought they were pretty decent.
Michael came over and spoke with the student, making comments about her technique. Rhiannon could see him glancing at her occasionally, speaking to both women, not just the student. Mischievously, she relaxed her grip on the robe so it parted slightly. Did Michael look her way more? She casually shifted so the robe parted more. She was now bare from her neck to her navel. Michael definitely looked her way more and held her gaze a bit longer than before. A smile found its way to her lips. He probably thought she was smiling at his instructions to the student, but she had stopped paying attention.
When he finished with the student, she followed him as he continued his rounds, looking at the artwork and making comments. Rhiannon didn't bother to close her robe. Not a whole lot could be seen as her nipples were covered. Through the shadows, though, her partly shaved pubes were visible to anyone looking carefully. She knew most of the guys were taking a closer look even though they’d been looking at her whole body already. As he spoke to each student, Michael made her part of the conversation. She liked that. She felt less like a mannequin and more like a participant in the creation of the art.
Michael called for a short break and he continued to walk around the room and field questions from his pupils. Rhiannon stayed nearby to listen as she had nowhere else to go. A couple of the guys started chatting her up, asking about her modeling experience and such. It was obvious they found her attractive. She was not sure if she should lie and tell them she was experienced or be honest and feel foolish. She just told them she had only recently started modeling. Today was certainly recent, but she counted the photo sessions with Charles in her experience.
Calling the class to order, Michael asked Rhiannon to go back on the dais. She was feeling particularly languid and decided to utilize the couch once more. She eased the robe from her shoulders and let it drop slowly. She hoped this little performance would be appreciated by instructor and students alike. She considered the chair but the couch was already in position. She gave it a quarter turn and knelt down on it. She changed her mind and just stretched out on her stomach. She let her head and one arm draped over the side, keeping one leg bent and the other straight. She knew this pose made her ass look good. The pose was also irresistibly comfortable. She closed her eyes and thought about the sketches she saw and how the students saw her. She magined a world of black and white and grey, of smooth flowing curves of lines.
She looked at all the sketches proffered in her direction and smiled encouragingly. She had to pick another pose soon. She stood up. She couldn't resist stretching. She reached high over her head and went up on her toes. She saw Michael’s head swing over to look at her. “Oh, can you hold that?” one of the students asked. She tried to hold the pose but there was no way should remain on her toes that long.
Michael came to her rescue. After moving the couch, he had her put one hand on the back of the chair. She was quite aware of the fact that he physically placed her hand. It was the first time they touched since they shook hands on their first meeting. He had her stand on one foot, keeping part of her weight on the chair. The other leg, he had her straighten and point her toe. He tried to give her verbal instructions first, but claimed it was easier just to move her foot where he wanted it. Rhiannon suspected he just wanted to touch her again and she certainly didn't mind. Her arm, he physically positioned above her head in a sort of arc. The pose felt very artistic and the students made very approving noises when he was done with her.
She stared into the distance and the sketchers went to work. She liked being nude in front of these people. When the clock stopped, she stretched her muscles and checked to see if Michael was watching. He was. When one of the students turned her easel for her to view the finished sketch, Rhiannon scampered down to have a closer look. The student was both taken aback and pleased by this. Being naked made Rhiannon feel so honest. Every one of her physical flaws was fully visible to everyone and they accepted her. She felt she could say anything about their art and they would accept that, too. She didn't though. She knew that if one of them pointed to her birthmark or said her breasts weren't big enough, she would be crushed. Accepting people, she suddenly realized, meant accepting their flaws and not pointing them out. She was overcome with a sense of warmth and thanked the girl for portraying her so nicely in the sketch. The artist was thrilled with the compliment and offered the page to Rhiannon, who happily accepted.
She visited every student and looked at their artwork with great interest. She could tell that some were a bit uncomfortable with her closeness so she cut short her time with them. For those students who appreciated her, she made sure to touch them, either their hand or arm or shoulder. Michael saw this. When he came up to her, he gave her a big hug and said she was doing an excellent job. Rhiannon beamed and hugged him back, feeling slightly aroused by her naked flesh briefly pressed against his clothed form. She was so tempted to position herself to feel for an erection, but she resisted.
She returned to the raised stage and Michael set her up for her next pose: a slightly more challenging position that called for her to lean forward and let her hair cover her face. A couple of students had to leave after that sketch session. He posed her again and few more left after the next session.
During the next break, Rhiannon didn't bother with the robe. She was now quite happy being naked. “What’s the term?" she thought, “Uninhibited? No, unashamed!” She felt very unashamed to walk around that room. She got another hug from Michael as the two of them inspected the students’ work together. The guys were more relaxed as they chatted with her now. She considered them thoughtfully. A couple of the guys were not particularly attractive, but she would not think twice about fucking the other three. One was a shy college student, another was a rather burly tradesman (strangely stereotypical) and the third was an older guy who was quite decent looking and well dressed. The ring on his finger said he was taken, however. She wondered if his wife knew he was meeting a naked woman today!
“That’s it for this class,” Michael announced. “Perhaps Miss Kelly would be willing to come back next week?” He looked her way, raising an eyebrow. She smiled and shrugged and the remaining students encouraged her to return.
She went back to the dais to put it back the way she found it. She kept her robe off because she knew the guys were looking at her as she put away everything. Michael didn't come up to help her this time, instead chatting with the remaining students as they made their way to the door. They had left at least a dozen sketches for her to take back with her. She looked through them again. She was as pleased with the art as she was to receive the money for posing!
Michael was now at her side. “You like these?” he asked. She smiled and nodded.
“I've never seen myself like this,” she answered.
“No? I thought you posed before.”
“Yes, but for photography, not like this. I think this is really fun because I have to stay still so long.”
“Well, you did a very good job.” He hugged her again and held her a bit longer before relaxing her muscles. Rhiannon was prepared for this. She maintained her hold on him and looked up into his face.
“You were very good to pose me,” she said, awkwardly. His hand slid along her back, caressing her. When she did not react, he brushed one hand lightly across her ass. She held his gaze and he gave a little squeeze. She smiled in response and he boldly cupped both her ass cheeks in his hands.
“I was wondering how firm these were,” he murmured.
She snuggled in closer to him, seeking out that which she denied herself earlier. “You feel pretty firm, too,” she coyly answered. She could feel the growing erection against her bare stomach. “You want to pose me some more?” she asked in mock innocence. He squeezed her ass in response.
“Do you like posing on your knees?” She nodded and slowly knelt down in front of him. He let his hands run up her back and then put his fingers in her hair. “That’s a pretty good pose.” He thought a moment and said, “You need a prop for your hands, though. Can you think of anything?”
Rhiannon looked around and shrugged. Then her eyes lit up. “Do you have something I can use in here?” She grabbed Michael’s zipper and pulled it down. The opening was too small so she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. “Oh, you do have something in here!” she said, feeling his erection. She pulled it out and held it with both hands. “Should I do it like this,” she wrapped both hands around the shaft, “or like this?” she used one hand on the shaft and cupped his balls with the other.
“Hmm, both of those are pretty good,” he said nonchalantly. She could see he was trying to figure out something clever to say, but he was at a loss. Instead, he pulled her head toward his cock and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock. It was not fully hard but she knew that her tongue would take care of that in a moment. “Oh, now that works even better. You are good at posing.”
It felt good to have his cock in her mouth. She had been so aroused earlier and now she could get some satisfaction. She let go of his cock and reached her hand between her legs. “Finally!” she thought. She used the wetness of her pussy juices to lubricate her finger, then started rubbing her clit. All those people watching her today … all those men desiring her but unable to have her … their teacher getting sucked off by her right after class and right in their classroom ... The orgasm was a flash fire. She kept his cock in her mouth and continued to suck and to rub.
Michael held her head and started working his hips back and forth. She continued to hold his balls as he fucked her face. She made her lips tight, careful to keep her teeth away from the sensitive skin of his penis. He started to moan and she knew he was ready to cum. When he moaned again, she readied herself and the first burst of cream jetted through his cock into her mouth. She barely had time to swallow before the next spurt hit her tongue. She waited for the third and fourth before swallowing again.
She pulled the cock from her mouth and kissed the tip as she looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, just staring down at her. She let go of his balls to run her thumb along the underside of his shaft. She was rewarded when a final glob of cum appeared. Maintaining eye contact with him, her tongue stretched out and lazily licked the drop of dew from the end of his penis. She closed her eyes to swallow then smiled at him. She kissed the cock head again and stood up.
She was walking toward her clothes when Michael said “You’re not done posing yet, young lady.” She turned to see him holding up his pants and walking to the door. He hadn't locked it! Someone could have walked in on them! "Go over on the couch and do that pose you did earlier.” He locked the door and pulled off his pants. He looked a bit comical with just socks and shirt. He pulled off his shoes already.
Rhiannon lay on her back, her legs slightly parted. Michael joined her. “This is a good pose,” he said, “but you can make it better like this.” He took one of her legs and moved it to the side, then did the same for the other one. The result was that her legs were spread wide, her pussy open and vulnerable.
He used a thumb to spread her lips more, revealing the sticky wetness inside. “Mmm, much better.” He lay on the end of the couch and put his face close to her pussy, then kissed it lightly. Rhiannon closed her eyes and felt the gentle touch. His tongue came out and grazed over her lips before stopping on her clit. He pressed her button then slid back down between the lips once more. He repeated this until she grabbed his head and pressed it against her sex. He responded by sucking her lips then her clit. She came within moments.
When she opened her eyes, he had removed his pants and was guiding his swollen cock between her legs. She reached out and pulled it into her body. As his cock entered, her well lubricated lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She nearly came again as he slid in slowly. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around that cock; it started sliding in and out of her. She put her hands on his hips so she could feel his body move. “Oh, yeah!” she moaned. She looked up into his face.
Michael’s eyes were closed as he concentrated on fucking her. She was in the middle of a classroom, sun pouring through the huge windows; being taken by a man she had only just met a couple of hours ago. She had fucked strangers before, but the buildup for this was incredible. She was an inspiration for artists. She was a performing artist right now with this teacher using her as his canvas. His brush was a thick pink club and his paint would be a creamy white color. This time her orgasm this time was slow and drawn out.
She was surprised when Michael pulled out of her all of a sudden. He stroked his dick and jizzed across her belly. It was not as much as she had swallowed earlier, but it was still a good load. She smiled up at him and he smiled back.
She dipped her finger in the mess and brought it to her lips to taste. She gave her a wry smile this time. Her hand went back to the globs of sperm on her stomach. She took a bit more this time, using fingers and thumb to get as much as possible. It created a strand of cum as she lifted it. She slurped the sticky strand into her mouth then licked her fingers. He was enjoying the show.
What little remained on her stomach, she rubbed like cream onto her skin. Sperm is a lousy lotion because it gets soapy and sticky very quickly. Still, it made for a nice show for Michael. She was not quite done, though. When he stood up, she sat on the couch and pulled his cock to her mouth to give it one last long suck.
Charles was due to return soon, so they got dressed and recomposed themselves. When asked, Michael admitted that he had enjoyed a few other models that way, but more often it was students coming on to him than models. Rhiannon was surprised that he thought she came on to him. She was sure he had come on to her.
When Charles showed up, Michael sang her praise as a model and said how much he’d like to have her again. Rhiannon quietly giggled at the double entendre. She said how much she enjoyed the experience and showed Charles the sketches. He complimented them all and asked “Do I get to keep one?” She agreed on condition that she selects the drawing. Michael presented her with her pay and they all left the classroom. The two men shook hands and said goodbye.
When they got in the car, Rhiannon reached for Charles’s cock, “I want more of that.” He chortled and accommodated her. She got her head between the wheel and him and started to suck his hard cock. She had not yet had her fill. Charles took the long way back to his place.
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