SOME CFNM IN ART CLASS
I was hoping
to sleep with this hot brunette named Cindy I met in
psychology class but even after 4 beers she wouldn't
stop complaining. On and on she went about how she was
going to flunk life drawing. The male model she had
reserved 2 months ago got food poisoning and unless
she could replace him by the next day she was going
to have to repeat the class over summer. Halfway through
her fifth beer I could see a light bulb go off over
her head and she started asking me if I could fill in
as the model. I refused as politely as I could, sitting
on a stool half-naked and motionless for an hour being
ogled by a bunch of co-eds wasn't my idea of a good
time. She started pouting and on her 6th beer she announced,
"I know, I'll play you for it."
My eyes darted from the bar's pool table to the ping-pong
table to the air hockey table to the line of 6 empty
beer bottles she had finished off in about 30 minutes.
"Well then what do I get if I win?" I asked
coyly. I really had no intention of modeling for her
stupid art class but she was tipsy and I figured myself
an easy winner. Also, I was desperate to get the evening
back on track to some manner of flirtacous behavior.
She thought for a while and said she would run around
the quad in her bra and panties. My ears instantly perked
up but since I thought I was assured a victory I wanted
to see if I could push the envelope a little.
"So I have to sit
on a stool for an hour in my boxers in front of you
and your girlfriends but all you have to do is a quick
run around the quad in your bra and panties? That hardly
sounds sporting." After another beer and a bit
of haggling where she had to streak the quad completely
naked and I had to model for her art class, but she
got to pick out any bathing suit she wanted for me.
I didn't give the bet as much thought as I might have
because she was on her 8th beer and I didn't see any
way she could beat me. We shook on it and agreed on
ping-pong. I was positive this cute little brunette
was about to get naked right then and there and I was
already getting an erection as we headed to the ping-pong
I realized I had been
hustled after about 10 seconds. She was like the Venus
Williams of ping-pong, I had never seen anything like
it. The game was over in about 5 minutes and I did not
score a single point. She looked at me bashfully and
asked, "A deal's a deal right?" I nodded sullenly,
welching on a bet seemed even worse than losing so badly.
She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and directions
to the studio and then she was gone, leaving me wondering
what in the hell had just happened.
I decided I'd try and
be a good sport and when I showed up to the studio the
next day I thought I might have mistakenly ended up
at a playboy audition. There were a dozen of the most
attractive women I had ever seen milling around, a few
drinking wine. All eyes were on me as I walked in and
Cindy soon emerged from the crowd, greeting me and giving
me another kiss on the cheek. She she said they were
all ready for me and pointed me to the changing room.
Walking to the dressing room I was certain every girl
there was staring at my ass. In the changing room was
a robe, a note from Cindy and the skimpiest brazilian
cut men's thong I have ever seen. It was little more
than a stretchy white pouch for my dick and balls and
a few strings to hold it in place.
'She can't be serious,'
I thought. I read the note, "A deal's a deal right?
Any bathing suit I choose . . . My girlfriend wanted
me to use one of those male stripper g-strings but I
didn't want my art project to come off sleezy. The men
in South America wear these thongs on the beach all
the time so its no big deal, don't get bashful on me.
My girlfriends all think you're really cute and if you're
a good sport today I'm sure they'll all want to date
you." The note was signed with a kiss in hot pink
lipstick and left me feeling more than a little pissed
off. But I didn't know how I was going to get out of
it at this point. I'd never live it down if I just left.
Sticking my head out the door to call Cindy in or complaining
about having to wear a speedo in front of all those
girls seemed almost as embarassing.
I must have been deliberating
over my options for longer than I thought and a knock
came at the door, startling me. Cindy asked if I was
'alright in there'and I said 'yeah, I'll be right out.'
Now there was really no backing out. I changed into
the thong quickly, trying to put the robe on before
I had a chance to look at my naked ass in the mirror
or notice how the outline of my cock was slightly visible
through the stretchy white material.
Cindy took charge as
I came back into the studio, showing me the pose she
wanted me to assume, checking the lighting, asking me
if I wanted a glass of water. The girls all had sketchpads
in hand and were looking at me expectantly. "Right
there is great, now if you'll just take off your robe
we can get started," said Cindy.
'Be cool' I willed myself
mentally. I took off the robe and draped it over the
stool. I'm not sure what reaction I was really expecting.
Gasps? Laughter? Pointing? Applause? I didn't really
get any reaction at all. The girls all started right
in on their sketches and I started thinking, maybe I
made too big of a deal out of modeling in a thong. Hell,
they were probably used to sketching nude males. I actually
started to feel a little more comfortable and my mind
started drifting to this and that: errands I needed
to run, phone calls I needed to return, upcoming tests
I had to prepare for. Then I caught myself staring at
Cindy's legs. She was wearing a mini-skirt that rode
up considerably when she sat down and now her lets were
visible all the way up to her butt cheeks. She had great
legs, I could just imagine them wrapped around me. Then
I felt it move. 'Crap' I thought. Grandmas, fat guys,
STDs. I tried thinking of anything I could to stop from
getting an erection. That would be so humiliating, the
thong was barely covering anything while my dick was
soft, if it got hard I might as well not be wearing
anything at all.
That's when I realized
something, every single girl in the room was wearing
extremely revealing clothing. Everyone was wearing skirts
or short shorts and almost everyone was showing some
cleavage in low cut blouses, halter tops and tank tops.
The only girl that wasn't showing any cleavage was wearing
a white shirt with fabric so thin that when I looked
closer I could clearly see the outline of her nipples.
'Shit' I thought again. I desperately tried thinking
of things to stop my erection in its tracks. 'Ok just
look at them from the shoulders up' I thought to myself.
That's when I realized
something else. Every single girl in the room was staring
at my cock. Not just looking, outright staring. None
of them were looking at any other part of my body. I
stole a glance down and could see it was half hard,
already making a tent in the virtually non-existent
The whole situation was
fast becoming extremely erotic. I tried staring at the
clock but it wasn't helping, every minute was an eternity
and I was sure I could feel all those hungry eyes on
me. My eyes drifted back to the sultry blonde whose
nipples were practically poking through the thin fabric
of her white tank top. She had paused sketching, her
pencil was in her mouth and she was gazing at her sketchbook
thoughtfully. I don't know if she knew what she was
doing but she started kind of playing with the pencil
like she would a cock, sliding it in and out of her
mouth just an inch or two, trailing her tongue around
it ever so subtley. Now I was really starting to lose
it and I could feel my dick start to throb. I was wondering
if the motion was noticeable to the ladies when Cindy's
voice brought me back into reality.
"Hey Janice, what
part are you having trouble with?" The gorgeous
blonde murmured something back I didn't quite catch,
and crossed her legs flashing me a a brief glimpse of
white cotton panties. My dick twitched again and while
Cindy and Janice conversed I stole a glance down to
check the status of my hard-on. My face must have turned
an even brighter red almost instantly, my dick was fully
erect and pressing out against the front of the briefs
lewdly. Without much extra material the edges of the
swimsuit were pulling away from skin and I think the
ladies on my sides had a pretty excellent view of my
balls. Maybe worse yet, I was getting so excited that
a very noticeable wetspot of precum was developing through
the white fabric.
Suddenly Cindy was standing
next to me with a ruler in hand, starting to give the
small class some pointers on sketching the male form.
She used a ruler as a pointer while she lectured and
I was so overstimulated that even the physical contact
with the ruler was having a serious effect on me. I
didn't hear much of what she said, just focusing on
her ruler dancing across my chest and tickling my legs
and thighs. I tuned back in when she said, "Now
I've noticed a few of you having some trouble with the
genital area. It can be very tricky, sometimes even
more so with a revealing swimsuit, compared to completely
nude." With that comment, several of the other
girls chimed in.
"Yeah the light
is reflecting too much off that stretchy fabric, it
makes it really difficult to sketch." said Janice.
"Well besides the
light problem, I don't see how we can sketch him when
he can't even hold still." That sent the girls
into an uproarious laughter and I felt like crawling
in a hole and dying. Somehow the matter of fact comment
made the whole situation even more sexually charged.
That's when I felt the ruler tracing circles around
my inner thigh about a centimeter from my throbbing
cock. I looked over to Cindy who had a devilish smirk
on her face with which I was quickly becoming far too
"I really hate to
impose any more than I already have but this grade is
really important to me and the girls so we really need
to get the sketch right." She paused for a moment
and her ruler made contact with my dick, stroking it
ever so slightly. I could barely even concentrate on
what she said next. "I know its asking a lot, but
we seriously need to get this project right, and we
only have the studio booked for another 15 minutes."
She was giving me those bedroom eyes and pouting her
lips. All I could really focus on at this point was
how they would feel wrapped around my cock.
"If there's any
way you could just pull down your briefs for the rest
of the session so we can get good grades on this project
I would definitely owe you one." She was tracing
circles around my balls with her ruler. I think I was
putty in her hands . . . well, in her ruler. "We're
all adults here, what do you say . . . can you help
us out of a tight spot?"
She had hooked the ruler
under the waistband of my briefs and was starting to
pull them down, looking to me for signs of objection.
She had already pulled the swimsuit down past the base
of my cock when I gave her a sheepish nod of approval.
I probably subconsciously thought there was some kind
of chance for a wild orgy to ensue if I got completely
She quickly snapped them
down the rest of the way, and my dick flopped out, bouncing
around a little bit. She said thank you cheerfully,
gave me a pinch on the butt and returned to her seat.
10 minutes later there
was no orgy and I was still the only one naked. A couple
of the girls were discussing something I couldn't quite
make out, though they looked perturbed about something.
Cindy finally broke the
silence, "Ok, this just isn't working. Look, our
art teacher is 65 years old, she's from the old school.
We can't turn in sketches of you naked with a raging
hard-on! She'll flunk us just on principle and tell
us to go work for playgirl." I could see her point
but didn't exactly know what she expected me to do about
"I'm afraid we're
going to need you to take care of that little problem
so we can wrap this up." All those lovely ladies
looked at me expectantly and you could definitely hear
a pin drop.
I really couldn't think
of how to react or respond to her latest demand and
after a long pause I turned to head to the changing
"Wait, we don't
have time for that!" Cindy snapped suddenly. "We
only have the studio for 5 more minutes. Its not our
fault you still get excited over any little thing like
a twelve year old boy." I had never heard her speak
with that kind of domineering, authoritative tone. "If
you're going to act like a little boy, we'll treat you
like one. Now hurry up and beat off so we can finish
our damn project."
I was more than a little
stunned. Part of me definitely felt like this had all
gone far enough and I should just get dressed and go
home but I was just too aroused to think very logically.
My desire to cum must have been greater than my fear
of humiliation because after a brief pause, I started
stroking my cock just like she told me.
It wasn't long before
I was close to a powerful orgasm. The girls seemed to
sense it and broke the illusion of decorum calling out
things like, 'Stroke that dick' and 'Cum for us.' My
eyes rolled back into my head and I had one of the most
intense orgasms of my life. Jet after jet of cum shot
our towards the girls who had started cheering. The
waves of pleasure were just subsiding and my dick was
still dripping when there was a commotion at the door.
Suddenly, a whole class
of art students was coming through the door. I jumped
up and froze like a deer in headlight. What a sight
I must have been, on the small stage in the center of
the room, holding my dick still dripping with cum.
"What the hell is
going on here, you aren't supposed to be here, you aren't
art students!" barked the professor. The girls
were already scampering out the side exit mid-sentence.
"I'm calling security!" he grumbled and stormed
off. I regained my senses a moment later, grabbed the
speedo on the ground and made a run for it, filing past
about 40 mostly female coeds, more than a few of whom
managed to slap my ass when I ran by.