[Written By Barbi Sinclair]

Yeah, you're probably wondering how in the world someone gets to pose naked for a class. Before I tell you the type of class it was, I have to say that I was the perfect person for such a request made by an actual member. Not too long ago, I was e-mailed a message from a member about an adult art class that he was taking. On the syllabus given to him by the instructor, it indicated that one-week was to entail painting a subject while he or she posed nude. The instructor from the class obviously had someone already to take on the role of posing still for a class, but this member thought I would be the best nude subject for the class. Accordingly, he asked for the instructor's permission first if it was okay for him to ask me, and then proceeded with contacting me. Of course the instructor's original nude subject remained as the backup. So anyway, that's when it all started, when I read that fascinating e-mail. I couldn't resist an opportunity like it, especially to know that there must be guys in the class, and what better way to excite them, than to have them paint an oil canvas painting resembling their interpretation of me.

Prior to the evening I was to arrive for class, I made sure I brought a robe with me. I was very excited thinking about how hot it was going to be as I slowly stripped off my robe while everyone looked with those voyeur eyes. I finally got there just on time and walked slowly right into the classroom. Word must have spread that a "porn star" was going to pose naked for class, as everyone gaped at me as I made my way over to the professor in the back of the room. As I was walking, I noticed that the class consisted of fourteen students, all adults of course, with a breakdown of nine males and five females. I was hoping for more males. After all, the more the merrier, as the saying goes, and in this case I had more cocks to tease. I couldn't wait! I introduced myself to the instructor by shaking hands with him as two more males entered the room. Let's make it twelve cocks, including the instructor, which I'll make hard during the course of this class. After introducing myself, I had to make my way over to the member that e-mailed me asking me to do this for him. It was really a pleasure to meet him. He in turn was very excited to paint a picture of me as well.

Within a few minutes, the instructor began his introduction of the lesson at hand, and then introduced me. I felt pretty confident as I walked up to the front of the class. I said hello to everyone and then I let the instructor take over. It wasn't long before I was prompted to get out of my clothing. There was a restroom located just outside of the classroom across the hallway. I went in there and got changed into my white terry cloth robe. I then walked back into the classroom with nothing underneath the robe. I felt vulnerable already at that point, but in a very good way. I was then given instructions to lay on my side on the comfortable looking chaise lounge. The chair had a beautiful violet velvet fabric that I knew would look great against my complexion and my blonde hair. I was also handed a long strand of pearls to wear as a prop around my neck. Within minutes, I was prompted again to remove my robe as students were again reminded about the specific brushstroke technique to use before they began to produce an oil painting on their blank canvas. I pulled off my robe slowly and seductively as again all the guys, including the instructors, gaped at me. The females I'm sure thought, it's just a female body. I placed my robe on a chair as I then lied down on the chaise lounge as I was told. I really felt vulnerable as I was lying naked in a classroom. I've actually never done that one before. To have my tits and pussy exposed was quite a liberating feeling. All these dirty and naughty thoughts swam through my mind as these guys stared at me. As a result, my pussy began to slowly swell. The students had good reason to stare at me as though I was the subject of their project. The instructor, as he walked around the classroom to observe his student's work, made discreet glances at me. I so badly wanted to touch my pussy as I felt some of my pussy juices running out to the side. Hmmm... was anyone going to capture the detail of my pussy juices in their artwork? I knew I couldn't move any body part, as this would in turn distract the pose that students were mimicking on their canvas.

Well, I'm going to skip over the boring part. I posed still for another twenty minutes, all of which dirty thoughts of someone fucking me on the chaise lounge corrupted my mind. Lying there motionless was the most torturous thing I think I've ever done. Just when I thought that lying naked motionless was going to be the highlight of my evening, I was wrong. When the class finished their paintings, cleaned up, and the instructor gave his final closure before dismissing the class, I wanted to go and put my clothes back on. Indeed I had already put the robe back on before that point. After the students left but one, who happened to be the member/student, I happened to exchange numbers with him. We said our goodbyes, and again, I figured I would go put my clothes back on. I was at the front of the room with the instructor and it just so conveniently happened that he was looking for his keys. I figured, all right, I might as well help him find it. He suggested that I look for it in the back of the room while he searched for them in the front of the room. I walked to the back of the room and figured I would look on his desk, thinking that would be the ideal spot anyone would place their keys. The next thing I knew, he locked the classroom door. I thought to myself, what is going on? He then walks toward me. The words that came out of his mouth surprised me because my earlier thought of someone fucking me on that chaise lounge was being made into words: by someone who actually desired to fuck me. I smiled and there was no way I'd fight that urge. The instructor was about thirty-five years of age and not a bad looking guy. It appeared that he had a nice fit body underneath his scholarly attire. He took his hands, undid my robe belt, and swept the robe slowly off me. He took my hand and led me right over to the chaise lounge. He told me to get on my knees and bend over. He said that he fantasized all during class about fucking me doggy style. He did say, however, that he's never done that to any other female model who has posed in his class. He also added that because of my sex appeal, he couldn't resist and he had a hard-on the entire time. Well, as soon as I felt his hard cock penetrate deep inside my pussy, I couldn't resist but to play with my pussy as he slowly fucked me. Remember, I was so horny and wet earlier, that this would be such a blessing in disguise that something like this was actually happening. I couldn't help but talk dirty to him and share my earlier fantasies that I had while being painted by his students. I felt his hard cock grow bigger as my pussy lips swelled with the juices running amongst them. He couldn't take it and began to fuck me pretty hard. The steady motion of his hard cock fucking my pussy fast and my finger rubbing my clit caused me to orgasm. I moaned loudly as he simultaneously busted (a term I recently learned from Jim) his load right inside my pussy. Wow, it was so incredible! What perfect timing as well!

After that incredible sexual encounter, I finally got dressed. Needless to say, we were both out of the classroom in no time. We headed our separate ways and that was the end of it, or at least I thought. When I headed into the opposite stairwell from the instructor, I couldn't believe who I bumped into'

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