Going to Night School

The next 30 or so minutes went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a nice daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to finish saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girls come in. I brought myself to an orgasm while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said, "Art class" as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped dead in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.

Back in the classroom I wandered round looking at different views of my spread-eagle naked body. One or two had taken 'artistic licence' and drawn me with extra ropes and belts on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold rings was just amazing.

I didn't get chance to see all the drawings before the teacher called me over to resume the pose. As I walked back I looked over to there the young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The teacher asked me if I was okay to continue and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was weird saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one last look at my naked pussy.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that.

"Not in public I suspect, did you enjoy it?

He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to let me down.

He then told me that he'd got a bit of overtime lined-up for me and got another couple of ropes out of his bag. He tied my right leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his mates to come and take some photographs of me.

For some reason I didn't think that any harm could come to me, only good, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another tingle and surge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 women came in and started getting cameras out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more photographs were taken.

After about 5 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,

"Relax honey, we're not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn't be back next week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking more photographs. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came in to switch the lights off and lock up. Poor man got quite a surprise and said,

"Sorry." I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,

"Don't be sorry, I'm not."

I didn't tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

Driving to the school I was wondering what was in store for me. I'd put just a lose fitting cotton mini dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit late, and by the time I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra bits. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my head, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to pose. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to 'assume the position'. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and support my body with my hands on the floor. I've lost could of the number of times that I've been in this position, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to make much difference. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the previous nights session on the fucking machine at home. Jon had left me on the machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

At the break I needed the toilet again, I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aches in peace and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sports gear and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a split second to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenagers (boys and girls) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to break ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was expecting (and hoping for) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to stop and block the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walk round the school without clothes on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a little worried. They bundled me back into the girl's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the lads should 'fuck the ass off me' the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude model I should be made to nude model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my arms they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the car park onto the main road, back into the school grounds and onto the sports field. Most of the group were following us.

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in public and to shock a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the lads were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to barge our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no idea what they were, but all the people were adults and we got a few comments from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot more on the main road. I heard a couple of tyre screeches as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the sports field the lads let go of me and one of them said,

"Let that be a lesson girl," and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breath back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big circle and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of classroom windows to pass before could get back into the building and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the path passed the classrooms I looked in to see a couple of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his face.

When I got back the teacher asked me if I was all right, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the bits of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to chat me up was trying to attract my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that any of the other students could see him unless they turned round. Out eyes met for a second and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front of his trousers and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knees end. In effect, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,

"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really enjoy next week's class. You'll go home shattered."

When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,

"Good, see you next week then."

I put my dress and shoes on and went home. When I told Jon about the group of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit late getting to the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to capture the mood that I would soon be in. One of the women asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just two words,

"Sexual excitement."

When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the young men say,

"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing screen and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn't know what to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My nipples were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he'd done the second time I'd posed. This time he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrist were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the legs of the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that point I didn't know if my state of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible -- apart from my slightly wet pussy and hard nipples; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a little table and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must have borrowed from the music room. Then he got a big feather out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussy. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to happen to me I heard the teacher tell the students to concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take a while for my face to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my nipples were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could feel my juices leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,

"Try and hold it Vanessa, the students need more time to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could back away, or close my legs. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the students. I tried to concentrate on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60% of the students were just getting on with their job. The other 40% were being affected.

There was one middle-aged woman who was sketching with one hand whilst her other hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to look at someone else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one young man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from side to side and I could hear myself moaning. On top of that (or should I say below that), I could feel my juices rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a dick inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No sooner than my first orgasm started to subside than I could feel a second starting. I tried to fight it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me harder than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers (if she was wearing any) were in.

When I started to come down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a break. He stopped the metronome, took the feather off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the break. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in similar positions he said,

"Good, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very aware of the state of my pussy and legs. I could feel my pussy gaping open and my juices running down my legs. Even my feet felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the break a few of the students came and had a closer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mixture of interest and lust on their faces. I could see what looked like painful bulges in the trousers of most of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and meet mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear him muttering,

"What I could do with that." It wasn't his dick that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new feather in the metronome and started it going again. My body jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first time. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all right to continue. I looked down at him and said,

"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that familiar feeling in my lower belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came round I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,

"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the teacher lifter my legs onto the books and then untied me. As he untied my last wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm round me to stop me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By that time his had was holding my left breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a chair and said,

"You stay there while the students finish off."

I was knackered, it took me about 5 minutes to feel able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite good, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed little drops of liquid in mid air below my pussy. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the students left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being may opportunities for artists to capture true human emotions. All I could think of to saw was,

"The pleasure was all mine," which it was.

I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting people see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to lock the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a shower before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting late and I guess that most people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing rooms and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The next thing that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warm water.

After a few seconds with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy ache. That ache had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right hand got busy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could nolonger pretend that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone had left a shower running. The poor man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any attempt to cover myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must have looked in just about all the lockers before tuning towards me and saying,

"Nothing, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it."

He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It was only when he had to open a door that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.