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Subject: {ASSM} The Nude Model (M-solo, F-solo)
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This was an attempt at writing a humorous story. Feedback (good or bad)
will be welcome.
The Nude Model
By: Guitman69
Here I was, standing out in the hallway wearing nothing but a long blue
terrycloth robe. The door in front of me had the words "Art Dept."
stenciled on the frosted glass. What am I doing here, I thought to myself.
I know I'm broke, but do I need the money that bad? Just as I was about to
walk away, a hand from inside the room grabbed me.
"There you are, Jim. Come on in." The hand belonged to Ms. Thomas, the
head of the Art department for the college. She addressed the class as she
pulled me up to the stage; "Today we will be doing a study of the male
nude. You may use any medium you like." The students were sitting around me
in a semi-circle. Each sat upon a stool and had an easel in front of them.
It was then that I noticed that all of the students were women, and
gorgeous too.
I swallowed hard and dropped my robe. Ms. Thomas moved me into
position and asked if I was comfortable. I nodded my head yes. I was too
nervous to say anything out loud. "Are you sure," she asked. "You are
going to have to stay in this pose for a good hour and a half."
"I'll be fine," I managed to croak out. The instructor smiled at me and
then walked off the stage to wander around the room.
I looked around the room as far as I could without moving his head.
Man, I thought, maybe I should change my major. I started to think about
all these beautiful women staring at my naked body. That was when I felt
my dick start to move. Oh no! Not now!!
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the most unsexy images I could.
It was embarrassing enough standing here naked in front of all these
beautiful women, but to also be sporting wood was just too much. I started
to think about dead animals on the side of the road...my grandmother coming
out of the shower...Rikki Lake. That did it. I could feel my little
soldier starting to ease.
A gorgeous red head in a very short skirt was sitting directly in front
of me on a stool. Her easel was on her right side so I had an unobstructed
view of her beautiful legs. She sat with her legs crossed and stared at me
with a look of total concentration on her face. When she turned towards
her easel and started to paint, her legs uncrossed. It took me a little
while to notice it, but I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Let me tell you, she was a natural red head. She just sat there drawing;
oblivious to the show she was giving me. Rikki Lake was not going to help
me this time.
My dick started to resemble the Washington monument, and there was
nothing that was going to stop it. My face turned redder than the young
artist's pubic hairs. It didn't even phase the girls in the class though.
They just kept working like nothing was out of the ordinary. Ms. Thomas
came up and whispered into my ear that, "This happens all the time Jim.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
As she turned away, a cute little brunette wearing a pair of glasses and
a low cut shirt walked up to the instructor. "Ms. Thomas," she asked as
she pushed her glasses up with her finger, "could I move closer so that I
can get a better look?"
"Certainly, Tina," Ms. Thomas said.
Tina pulled a chair and placed it a foot and a half in front of me. She
lay a pad on her lap and started to draw. She was so close that I could
feel her breath moving my pubic hairs. If this girl needed to be that
close to see, she must be almost blind.
I on the other hand was not blind. She was sitting right under me and
without moving my head I couldn't see what she was drawing, but I could see
right down her shirt. I don't know if she knew what I was looking at, but
she looked up at me a few times and smiled at me.
I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. A lovely blonde was
walking across the room. She went into a locker and pulled out a jar of
red paint. She walked over to the counter near the sink, opens the jar,
and starts to poor some of the thick liquid into a small bowl. She bit her
lower lip as she tried very hard not to spill any paint on the counter.
Behind her, another young artist sits up and starts to stretch. She was
still holding a charcoal pencil in her hand though. As she reached out,
she accidentally stabbed the blonde in the ass with it. The blonde jumped
up and screamed, spilling the paint all over the counter and herself. The
other girl jumps up yelling, "Oh shit! I'm so sorry Jen; I didn't see you
there. Here, I'll clean this up, you try to get that paint out of your
shirt before it sets."
She went to grab some paper towels, and Jen walked over to the sink and
filled it with water. She took off her shirt and threw it in. The shirt
was baggy so I was surprised to see the how big her tits were. They looked
to be a large C, almost a D, encased in thin, white lace. Well, it used to
be white; the paint had stained them too. The paint must have been cold
too, because I could see her nipples trying to poke through the material of
her bra.
"Oh damn," Jen said," it got my bra too." Then she did something I never
would have expected... She took the damn thing off!!! I couldn't believe
it. Without any hesitation, she took her bra off and threw it in the water
with her shirt. She stood there completely oblivious to everyone else
around her and started to scrub the paint out of her clothing. Her nipples
grew even harder in the cool air of the classroom. As she scrubbed, she
motion caused her breasts to shake, which caused my dick to throb.
Meanwhile, her friend had finished cleaning up the paint and was walking
back to the closet to put it away. As she passed in front of me, she
tripped over Tina's chair. She went one way, and the jar of paint flew the
other way; right towards the riser I was standing on. She must not have
tightened the cap on all the way, because when it hit the floor the cap
came off and splattered me with paint.
Ms. Thomas rushed over to help the fallen girl off the floor. "Are you
alright Julie?" she asked.
"Yeah," Julie replied as she rubbed her elbow, "I'm fine."
Ms. Thomas turned toward me and saw the paint that had spilled all over
the place. "Oh my!" she said. "Don't move Jim, I'll clean this up." Then
she turned back to the class, " The rest of you keep working. Julie, get
me a rag and a bucket will you."
When Julie returned with the rag and a pail full of water, Ms. Thomas
knelt down in front of me and started to clean up the paint. Tina got up
to get out of Ms. Thomas's way. She stood behind the teacher and winked
at me. Then she showed me what she had drawn. On the pad was a close-up
of her face with my dick in her mouth. She flipped the page. Now my dick
was in her hands as it spurted all over her face. She put her hand over
her mouth to stifle a giggle and ran back over to her stool.
Just then I felt Ms. Thomas cleaning the paint off my foot. The water
was warm.
I looked over at Jen, who apparently found some more paint on her
breasts. She kept circling them with her soapy hands.
The skirt on the red head in front of me had ridden up; giving me an
even better view of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the puffy lips below.
Tina gave me another wink and licked her red lips.
Ms. Thomas worked her way up my leg.
Jen was working up a good lather.
The red head spread her legs a little more.
Tina undid another button on her shirt.
Ms. Thomas got up past my knee.
Jen moaned as she washed her nipples.
The red head dropped her brush. She jumped off her stool and turned her
back towards me. As she bent over to pick it up, her skirt slid up her ass
giving me a complete view of her pussy. She must have had a hard time
picking up the brush, because she stayed in that pose for a while.
By now, Ms. Thomas was up to my hip. She stood next to me with the rag
inches away from my cock. "Do you like what you see?" she whispered into
my ear. I was too shocked to reply. "I bet your wondering what's going on
here." I nodded. "You see this is not an ordinary art class," she let out
a short laugh. "Hell, most of the girls here can't draw at all. What we
are is a masturbation club. With the threat of STD's this is a much safer
way of having sex. Also, the girls don't have to worry about some drunken
frat guy not knowing what 'NO' means.
"We meet here every week and have some guy pose for us to get us all
hot. Then we get him all hot." She looked down at my leaning tower. "And I
can see it's working. Now I want you to put on a good show for us." She
noticed the confused look on my face. "Just do what comes naturally." Then
she gave my earlobe a light bite and walked back to her desk.
All the women around me started to get undressed. They stared at me,
and this time it was different. I could see the lust in their eyes that
they were hiding before. I was so confused. What do I do know? I could
almost hear my dick screaming at me that it knew what to do.
I closed my eyes and reached down to rub my swollen dick. It felt so
good after all this visual stimulation to finally touch it. I heard a
moan. I opened my eyes to see that the "artists" had taken my lead. They
were all naked now and all were rubbing their pussies. A few used a free
hand to twist and pull on a nipple.
It was fantastic. I was in the middle of a circle of women that were
using me to masturbate to. Every where I looked I could see fingers
rubbing clits, plunging into pussies, and pinching nipples. It was the
most glorious site I had ever seen.
The room started to fill with the scent of sex and the moans of
self-pleasure. I was getting close, but this was so great I didn't want it
to end so soon. I held it back until I could hear the first sounds of a
female orgasm. It was Jen. Her self-stimulation earlier must have put her
closer to the edge than the others. Hearing her scream out was too much
for me. My dick exploded.
My orgasm must have triggered everyone else's. It was like a chain
reaction.
Exhausted, I fell back onto a chair behind me. No one said a word as we
all tried to catch our breath. Ms. Thomas was the first to break the
silence. "Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say, 'Thank you Jim.'"
There was a murmur of agreement from the girls and a few nodded heads. She
walked over to me and handed me my robe. "We'll keep in touch if we need
your services again."
She grabbed me by the arm and pushed me out into the hall before I could
even put my robe on. I got half way back to my dorm room before I realized
that I never got paid.
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