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Life Drawing
by ABADONE (meabad1one@gmail.com)

***

Jackie Tomas, like all students was running low on 
cash, and despite her reservations of stripping in 
front of strangers, she took a risk at posing naked 
for artists. (MF+F, reluc, 1st, forced, gb, bd, oral, 
mast, orgy, size, exh)

***

Gail told me how she was topping up her grant by 
posing for artists as a model in a life drawing class. 
She said, she was earning up to $120 a night and that 
three nights a week more than paid to see her through 
College.

I was skint yes, but the thoughts of stripping naked 
in front of strangers gave me the shivers. Not a way I 
would like to earn my money.

Or that’s what I thought when I entered this old book 
store; I love old book stores, it’s the musty smell 
that gets me. It is just not the same when you look 
online it kind of losses that appeal in searching for 
old law books in dark dingy shops with creaky floors, 
it’s a strange kind of magic for me.

I had a reason to be here as I was doing a thesis on 
the changing of interpretation of words and their 
meaning in the Black's Law Dictionary over the years. 
Heavy subject I know, but one I do have to get 
through. I spotted what I wanted, but the price was 
horrendous. It is just that these old books are so 
hard to find on the web and the costs there are high 
too. 

I shut the book I wanted and put it back with the 
reverence it deserved, feeling slightly despondent 
that I would have to come back later when I managed to 
save up some cash.

Head down I made for the exit, the old man at the desk 
smiled at me over his glasses, so I gave him a half 
smile back. You never know if I am nice enough to him, 
he might give me a discount for being a student when I 
come back.

That’s when my heel caught in the loose door mat and I 
almost fell, my fault for wearing high heels I 
suppose. I did manage to catch myself on the door 
handle just in time to save my embarrassment. That’s 
when I noticed the sign saying artist model wanted for 
life drawing classes. No address just a phone number.

I don’t know if it was the shock of me almost falling 
or the shock of me actually putting the number in my 
phone, but my hands were shaking as on a whim I 
entered the numbers.

I was having one of my mad blonde moments I kept 
telling myself as I heard the phone connect and it 
began to ring. I left the shop and made for the bus 
stop and was about to hang up and put it down to me 
just being silly when an elderly voice said hello.

I paused for a moment thinking, was I was totally mad 
in doing this? The voice said hello again, so I made 
an apology and told him I had seen the advert for a 
model wanted. He gave me the address and said I was 
free to call around anytime today for a quick chat, 
just ask for Dave Wilson.

He sounded very official just like one of my teachers 
so I told him I would make my way down there right 
now. I guess it was the impulse, because if I did not 
go now, I know I wouldn’t go ever, then I would berate 
myself for the next six months every time I was short 
of cash.

I checked my purse, I found I was down to my last 
forty and decided to risk it and hailed a cab. The cab 
driver took me through areas I have not been before 
and then the down side of this block to what looked 
like a collection of worn-out prefabricated workshops. 
I paid the driver and he asked if I was ok, I had no 
idea why he said it, but it did little to calm my 
mounting nerves. I thanked him and made for what 
looked to be the stairs to the entrance.

There was an old lady there sat at a desk all wrapped 
up in a heavy coat, she smiled as I asked her about a 
Mr. Dave Wilson. I then signed the visitor’s book and 
followed her directions.

It led me down a corridor with crooked floors and a 
dank damp smell of old rotten wood was everywhere. The 
stairs were almost bear of paint and felt soft under 
foot as if they were sodden with the damp. Still, I 
made my unsteady way down and then along the corridor 
to Room 22. I paused for a moment and thought, what 
the hell am I doing? I stealing myself, dismissed it 
with a shake of my head and knocked. After a few 
moments, it opened and there was this old man with 
coloured chalk or paint marks on his face. 

“Jackie Tomas?”

I smiled and nodded as he waved me in. The room was 
full of tall easels and there was a person behind each 
one, while there in the middle was a guy sat in a 
chair totally naked with his legs crossed. I looked 
away not wanting to see his thingy and embarrass 
myself, so stiffly I followed Mr. Wilson.

He asked if I could wait a moment and they would have 
a break and he would be free to talk. So biding my 
time I stood there and looked around and tried to 
avoid my eyes from the naked man. The artists were 
good and they were drawing really fast with what 
looked to me like black, blue and orange chalks. One 
woman artist smiled at me and moved back to let me see 
her drawing, she had really got the man well and 
smiling inside I saw she had just made a dark splodge 
for the man’s privates. I mouthed the word nice to her 
and she smiled back. This eased my nerves a little. 

The room was almost silent save for the scratching of 
chalks on paper and the shuffling of feet. Braving it 
I looked at the man in the middle, he looked almost 
oblivious to the artists around him; he did not seem 
to have a care in the world that he was naked. I 
almost felt embarrassed for him.

Mr. Wilson clapped his hands to end the session, then 
sent everyone out for a break. That just left me alone 
with the naked man and Mr. Wilson. I did avert my eyes 
as the short stocky middle-aged man got up and 
scratched at his balls with one hand, then at the 
hairs on his chest. I was sure I was colouring up at 
this point as he came and stood right next to me, he 
smelled of old chips and lavender. Well I say he was 
short, he was still taller than me and I had high 
heels on, but then again I know I am short anyway, it 
is just the way mother nature made me, well that’s 
what my mother used to say. 

“The best things come in small packages” the smiling 
Farther Riley always used to say. 

What would he think of me now I thought as he did used 
to give out strong sermons on fornication and the 
wicked sins of the flesh? Then I reminded myself about 
all the masters and all the naked paintings of Christ 
and the Angels that were associated with the church. 
So I did my best to dismiss all my guilty thoughts of 
sin and any resentful words I would imagine Farther 
Riley saying.

Thankfully, the naked man put on a bathrobe, but he 
still left it hanging open with his shrivelled old man 
still hanging out under his rounded belly. To be 
honest I have not seen many men naked and never ever 
been this close to a man’s thing, it was really 
unsettling, that’s when the doubts started to set in 
again, what was I really doing here in this dark damp 
room, was I really going to get naked here in front of 
all these people? Did I really need the money that 
bad? 

I was about to run from the room thinking what a fool 
I was to even think I could do this, when Mr. Wilson 
came up to me after he had finished collecting the 
artwork and had pinned it all to the walls.

The naked man thankfully walked off to look at the 
pictures. Mr. Wilson was a nice skinny hunched old man 
and still taller than me. He was very matter of fact 
and just talked about the days available, and the 
price of one hundred a session was mentioned, where 
the sessions lasted four hours with four breaks of ten 
to fifteen minutes in between. I said I would think 
about it and he smiled at me then, with a nice warming 
smile.

“This your first time?”

I think he could see right through my worry, as it was 
more than likely written all over my face. He called 
Bill over, the naked man smiled and came over to us, 
so Mr. Naked guy had a name. It settled in my head a 
bit better knowing his name, Mr. Naked Guy has a kind 
of ring to it that only the lads in my year would find 
funny.

Mr. Wilson told Bill that this was my first time and 
asked if he had any advice for me. He was surprisingly 
full of advice, there was not even the slightest bit 
of embarrassment in the way he told me how he does it. 
He even went into detail about not holding your arms 
up high as two minutes can be a long time, so I should 
always use sticks to rest my arms on. 

I did confess to him that I felt nervous about being 
naked in front of others and he was so blasé about it 
and said just look at wall, or think about what you 
are having for dinner. He told me it was not a sexual 
thing and that over all the century’s thousands and 
thousands of models have done this and there was 
absolutely nothing to worry about. 

He made me feel a lot better, but it did not settle my 
nerves that much, to be honest. That was when Mr. 
Wilson offered me to have test run, but not naked, 
just to see how I felt about it. He produced a large 
deep purple cloth and said that they would do some 
roman poses and I could have my first experience to 
see how I liked it.

This sounded fair and Mr. Wilson led me to the 
changing room. I could see Bill’s clothes all folded 
very neatly on a chair, so I placed mine on a small 
shelf after moving a few things. I kept my panties and 
heels on, but took off my bra then did my best to wrap 
this cloth around me how I would imagine a roman noble 
would do.

Then stealing myself I stepped out, Mr. Wilson asked 
permission from me to adjust my clothes and he soon 
put me how he wanted me, he then told me as each set 
ended he might have to adjust them again or touch me 
to help me pose, if that was alright. I gave him 
consent, so he took me to centre stage and removed the 
chair. 

I followed him as he showed me some poses he would 
like me to do. I felt kind of funny and my tummy was 
turning over as everyone came back in and stood behind 
their easels.

Mr. Wilson introduced me as a new model and that they 
were to do their best artwork. He also had them give 
me a round of applause as this was my first time.

Billy was walking around watching the artist work as I 
stood for my first pose, and he was right, two minutes 
is a long time when you have to stand still. But the 
first set was soon over and Mr. Wilson had them take 
down their old artwork and put up the new work. Then 
there was me all over this wall, it gave me a strange 
kind of thrill, even turned me on a bit to be honest 
in seeing me all over this wall. Yea some were bad 
drawings, but others were fantastic.

For the next set I was given a box to place one foot 
on and a stick to rest my hand on for the next pose. I 
then focused on the art of me on the wall and how the 
artists had caught my face. There was one in 
particular that drew me to it, it was me, but the robe 
was red and the way that my hair all golden flowed 
down my back was amazing with all the bright 
highlights and the erm, darker roots. The next two 
minutes flew by and I found myself looking up at 
another set of artwork. 

Seeing myself all over every wall of the room had me 
feeling kind of giddy, and catching the artists 
looking at me gave me strange funny kind of thrill, or 
a kind of buzzing excitement building up inside me.

The next three sets went really fast and then for the 
last set I was given the chair. Then to my surprise 
Mr. Wilson moved my robe to reveal one breast. The 
side of his hand caught my nipple and I felt it curl 
up tight and go hard sending a shiver down my spine. 
He noticed me jump and asked if this was ok. I just 
nodded as I thought if I answered, I would answer with 
a squeak.

Then I felt really alone in the middle, I could feel 
everyone’s eyes looking at my exposed tit. My 
embarrassment began to rise and I was sure I was 
flushing red, my whole breast was almost tingling as I 
strained to not cover it up, I just mentally forced 
myself to look at all the artwork. But Billy was there 
with his hands across his chest looking at me; so I 
looked down to find my eyes fixed on his thing. 

He had a lot of grey in his hair and his thing was all 
wrinkled and hanging over his balls, I was sure I 
caught sight of the skin around his balls crinkle even 
more as I looked at them. It was a strange thing to 
focus on, but my eyes were glued to it in how smooth 
it looked and how the skin at the end got even more 
wrinkled and how it folded in on itself. I kept trying 
to look away, but still I kept going back to it; I 
even thought about blowjobs and how it would feel in 
my mouth.

I could almost feel myself getting wet between my legs 
and the constant thoughts of all these people looking 
at me had me right on the edge. I was sure I was 
shaking by the time Mr. Wilson called a halt. He had 
everyone pin their artwork up and then made them all 
give me another round of applause.

I stood and took a bow, I also gave myself some praise 
for being this brave.

That was the afternoon’s session over and Mr. Wilson 
gave me a lot of good feedback and told me how 
professional I was. He asked me how I felt; and to be 
honest I felt good about it as he handed me a fifty. 
Gail was right I thought this was easy money.

He then gave me a list of twelve sessions he had free 
that I could fill in for him. All he asked is that I 
let him know beforehand if I had any reservations as 
unfortunately women have Mother Nature to deal with 
and to always let him know if I could not make it for 
a session. He seemed to think of everything and even 
asked if I could supply some costumes.

He then offered me to look over the drawings and pick 
anyone I liked to take home with me. I chose the 
picture of me sat there with my boob out, one that was 
in red and black, by the same artist as before as they 
were really good at drawing and they seemed to have 
caught me just right; I almost did look regal.

When I left, I had signed up for three more sessions 
as a test to see if I was ok with this. Just it was so 
easy I thought, almost too easy, I could really get 
the hang of this even if it meant me being fully 
naked? I mused the thought over in my mind and I felt 
a shiver run down my spine; not a cold shiver, but an 
excited one.

In the taxi on the way home I thought about what I 
would do with all the money if I was to take on all 
twelve sessions. I had never seen that kind of money 
and with twelve-hundred a week I would be well off and 
I could even afford a place of my own.

Still I had collage work to do; but the thoughts of 
all that cash had me dreaming that night; and to 
confess, I put the picture of me on my apartment wall 
so I could see it when I was in bed. I could not sleep 
that night thinking how brave I was with thoughts of, 
was it really me who did that. The picture kept 
reminding me that it was me, and the memories of all 
those people looking at me gave me excited shivers and 
I found myself squirming in bed. Then the thoughts of 
Billy and his wrinkled cock came into my head and I 
just had to play with myself. 

Billy was in no way attractive and I am never really 
one for playing with myself, just that as soon as I 
touched my clit I came and very quickly with just a 
few strokes of my finger; I brought myself to a nerve 
shattering orgasm. I was literally shaking and pushing 
onto my clit hard and even squeezing the tit I had 
exposed, I was even pushing my nails into the nipple 
pinching it tight. If Farther Riley could only see me 
now I thought as I lay there gasping looking at my 
picture.

The next two days of Collage flew by and every night I 
found myself not thinking of my work, just all those 
people watching me hidden behind their easels 
scribbling away as I brought myself off. It was dirty 
I know, but the thoughts would not get out of my head 
and my poor clit was almost buzzing at the mere 
thought of doing it again.

The next day I found myself outside of Room 22 with a 
bag of clothes. Mr. Wilson had rang me as promised and 
I was to bring some short skirts and a bikini, the 
theme tonight was to be ‘Pin up Girl’ if I was up for 
it. It sounded fun and I searched through my meagre 
wardrobe for what I could find, I even raided my flat 
mates draws to steal back some of my old clothes. The 
hardest choice was the shoes, I have a lot of shoes 
and finally settled for a black set and a red set of 
high heels. 

The thing is I am only four foot ten and have always 
been small, so I have always bought shoes with high 
heels. This slowly built my fascination for shoes, 
even at an early age. I do have more shoes than 
outfits, it is true, just that I cannot pass a shoe 
store. They are like a magnet to me and the smell of 
new shoes as you open the box really does something 
for me. Maybe it is a woman thing or it could be just 
me I don’t know, but if Mum and Dad ever took my 
credit card away I surely would just die from lack of 
buying shoes not malnutrition.

I showed Mr. Wilson the outfits I had and he suggested 
I put on my old cheerleaders outfit first. I headed 
for the changing room and put it on; the skirt was 
short and red with a white trim and was slack around 
my waist. I felt good as I must have lost some weight 
since high school, but the low cut top was tight as my 
babies must have grown since I left and they were a 
real tight to fit in. Where the top used to tuck into 
my skirt it now exposed my belly button. 

Still I thought this was a ‘Pin up’ session so it 
should be OK. I felt Mr. Wilson’s eyes on my two 
babies as I walked back in. Smiling he walked me to 
the middle of the room and gave me some poses to try 
out. In high heels it was hard to get some of the 
poses so I used a stick to help me balance.

Then everyone started to drift in and Mr. Wilson gave 
me the robe to put on. It smelled freshly washed; I 
was glad of it thinking about Billy and his cock being 
in it the last time. 

With a clap of his hands Mr. Wilson called for order 
and everyone took their places, then he smiled at me. 
I suddenly felt really small and could not help seeing 
this elderly tall guy behind his easel and how his 
eyes almost popped out of his head as I took my robe 
off. It was almost like needles and pins all over me, 
I felt every eye on me as I walked to the middle and 
took up my first pose. This is the hardest bit, I kept 
telling myself, I just have to get past this first set 
and I will be ok. 

I was shaking throughout the two minutes as it seemed 
to last forever, I looked at the walls and saw 
drawings of an old lady sitting crossed legged. The 
picture I focused on is one where she had a real 
intense look to her eyes as if she was staring right 
into my soul. Her tits were drooping and her skin was 
wrinkled and I could even see where the artist had 
drawn her liver spots. It was just those eyes though 
that kept staring back at me that really got me 
though.

The set was over and the pictures were back up on the 
wall of me. That made me feel a lot better. 

Mr. Wilson he had drawn a picture of me, it was 
cartoon style and I had a real cheeky grin on my face. 
It made me laugh and he pointed out that this was how 
he wanted everyone to draw me. Not as a life model, 
but as a cartoon character, where they are to 
exaggerate the proportions.

These turned out to be fun and before I knew it we 
were at the first break. I spotted the picture I 
wanted to take home so far and it was a real sexy 
picture of me, so I asked Mr. Wilson if he would save 
it for me. He told me to ask the artist, as he did not 
really have the rights to just give them away.

So feeling cheeky I pulled the picture down and took 
it to the cafeteria, and seeing the woman who had on 
my first day shown me her drawing I asked her who it 
was that had drawn it. She pointed me to the far table 
where two guys were chatting.

The cheeky feeling seemed to melt away, so I had to 
brave it and hesitated as I got near the table. That’s 
when I heard them saying how hot and horny the new 
model looked and could not wait to get back. I gave a 
slight cough and they both turned around.

“Which of your two did this?” I asked in a very 
nervous voice. It was the younger of the two guys that 
looked in his mid-twenties and by appearance was a 
nerdy type, with heavy glasses and a little goatee 
that answer me.

As soon as he said “It is mine” I spat out that I 
liked it and would like to take it home. I felt a 
right idiot all of a sudden wearing this skimpy outfit 
and holding the drawing of it out towards him.

He smiled and said, “Yea no problem, you’re welcome to 
it.”

For some silly reason I asked him if he would sign it, 
well you never know he might be famous one day.

He took the picture and while he was signing it the 
other guy offered me a coffee. I took him up on his 
offer and was surprised how tall and skinny he was as 
he got up. I took a seat and the artist pushed the 
drawing towards me. I could not make out his name, so 
feeling slightly embarrassed about it, I asked him.

“Jake, Jake Hall.”

I told him mine and he smiled showing off his teeth 
covered in braces. He seemed nice enough and I asked 
him what he did for a living. He told me he and Paul, 
the guy who arrived with the coffee were both working 
on a game as animators and were here to brush up on 
their drawing skills so as to make it as realistic as 
possible.

Paul then told me they were doing a horror game where 
the heroin gets captured by some evil overlord who 
plans to enslave her and then sacrifice her to some 
daemons. Not really my type of game, not that I have 
ever been a game player, you just get to hear about 
them all at campus though, so I cannot help but keep 
up with the latest releases.

They were enthusiastic about it and described the hero 
and how he was to go through the levels of the game 
and at the end of each level there would be a cut 
scene of the heroin. They mentioned it was not for 
kids as there was a lot of blood and gore. Still it 
was interesting to talk to these guys and get some 
kind of understanding of what they do. I wondered 
about the other people here and what they were here 
for.

Break over and I was soon back in the middle. Mr. 
Wilson asked if I would do the same poses this time 
without the skirt. Standing in the middle I suddenly 
felt all those eyes on me again as I pulled down my 
skirt. I could see Paul and Jake watching me closely 
as I wriggled it over my hips. I bit my bottom lip to 
hide my embarrassment when Mr. Wilson told me to hold 
that pose. I had my skirt just half way down my thighs 
so I froze in place half bent over with my ass 
sticking out and my hair covering my face. I could not 
see anything so looked at the wooden boards on the 
floor until I heard Mr. Wilson clap to end the set.

He then dragged a table to the middle of the room and 
asked me to lie upon it face down with my head up and 
my feet up, but crossed. This felt comfortable until 
Mr. Wilson gripped my panties and exposed my bum. He 
even placed his warm hand on my bum and asked if I was 
ok. I nodded not wanting to squeak an answer.

I was looking at the woman who I first saw draw and 
she smiled at me. That helped a little, but my nerves 
were on edge and I could feel everyone looking at my 
bare bottom.

Thank goodness it was soon over and I was asked to 
pull them up and turn over. Mr. Wilson then gripped 
the bottom of my top and pulled it up. I was about to 
stop him when he stopped where my top just exposed 
half of my babies. He again placed his hand on my 
belly and asked if I was ok as he placed my hands 
behind my head and lifted one knee. I smiled and 
nodded that it was fine. Then they were drawing again, 
I looked down and I could see Jake and Paul looking up 
my legs at my panties. I felt so ashamed then, I so 
wanted to close and cross my legs. Sill I stuck it out 
by thinking about dinner and cooking some Italian food 
tonight.

The next set I was on my knees leaning backwards onto 
my hands pushing my belly up. It was a hard posed to 
hold and I felt my arms start to shake as I held my 
head back. I could not see them, but I knew that Paul 
and Jake would get an eyeful of my panties being 
forced out in this position. I was made to hold it for 
a full five minutes and even my back was starting to 
ache by then, I almost collapsed when Mr. Wilson 
clapped his hands to end the set.

The next pose, was me on my hands and knees with my 
hands forward, one behind the other looking up at 
Jake. He smiled at me, that’s when over his shoulder I 
saw his last drawing. I could clearly see my pubes 
against my knickers and the crease of my slit in his 
drawing and my two large boobs standing up at the top. 
I could feel myself colouring up as I looked at him. 
He just kept drawing me and smiling as if it was 
nothing new to him. I felt naked before him even with 
these clothes on; it was a kind of exciting and 
shameful feeling all at the same time. If only Farther 
Riley could see me now he would have a heart attack. I 
was dreading the confession I would have to give to 
him come Sunday.

Then the session was over and putting the robe on I 
made to leave for a coffee, but Mr. Wilson ask me to 
switch to my bikini. I quickly got changed and opted 
for the yellow one as it covered slightly more of me 
than the red one.

Wearing the bathrobe I headed for a coffee, Paul was 
at the machine and offered me a drink. I said no I was 
ok, then I burst out laughing as I realised I had no 
money with me. He laughed and said it was ok and got 
me a cappuccino, then apologised as it had no 
sprinkles. I thanked him all the same then followed 
him over to Jake who offered me a seat. 

They were friendly guys and this time they asked about 
me and what I did, so I told them basically the whole 
story of how I ended up here with me wanting cash for 
my law books. They both laughed and took pity on me a 
poor student. 

It was Paul who said it first, “You have a great body 
and look fantastic, you should be a model.”

I laughed it off saying I was not even five foot tall 
so modelling was out of the question.

That’s when Jake made a joke about all the catwalk 
models and how they don’t have such big tits. I was 
feeling a bit embarrassed at this point and he must 
have seen me colour up as Jake apologised for his 
outburst. I let it go with a smile as he was a bit of 
a nerdy guy and it is not as if I had not had those 
comments before from the guys on campus. 

Paul turned out to be mad on bikes while Jake was mad 
on gothic art and would go on and on about different 
artist he admired. Still I thought it was a lot more 
fun listening to these guys and their enthusiasm than 
a dull lecture I should have been at today. The 
lecture would be all about the use of adjectives in 
victim statements.

The next session was all the same process even down to 
pulling my bikini top up to expose half my babies. I 
felt ashamed and very guilty inside at posing like 
that, but thought about the money and what shoes I 
could get.

The next break I made a point of taking my purse and 
buying both of the guys a drink. Jake helped me carry 
them over and that’s when they made me a proposition. 
They would double what I am getting now if I would 
come over to their work place and do some life drawing 
poses and some rotoscoping for them. Paul had to 
explain what rotoscoping was as it is when someone 
acts out movements and they film it so that the 
actions can be used as reference for the animator. It 
sounded reasonable to me.

Still if I was to be filmed then I would like more. I 
stressed that in no way was it to go public. Paul put 
his hands up and told me that they have done this 
numerous times with other people and the going rate 
was two hundred a day, but to help me out they would 
give me two hundred for just an evening’s work. I 
stuck to my guns though and they gave in to two fifty, 
I felt proud of myself.

Feeling good about my little self, I walked back to 
room 22 with a wiggle.

The table was gone and Mr. Wilson pulled me to one 
side and told me what poses he wanted. I got them and 
using a chair for balance I posed in a kicking pose 
kung-fu style in my bikini. The next was me on my 
knees sitting up praying and trying my best to look 
angelic. This time Mr. Wilson let the artists choose 
what style they wanted to draw me in. 

All was going well after the first two sets when Mr. 
Wilson asked me to remove my top. My heart sank to the 
pit of my stomach, everyone seemed to be looking at me 
and the room seemed to get so much smaller as all the 
eyes locked onto me. Steadying my nerves I took a deep 
breath and closed my eyes as I reached back and 
unclipped it. I was about to just snatch it away when 
Mr. Wilson shouted freeze. I froze then and let my 
breath out in a big sigh of relief.

They all started drawing and I could feel my nerves 
building up as I knew that for the next set I was to 
get my babies out. But he didn’t, he just made me 
stand up and do the same pose with my feet wide apart 
slightly leaning forward pushing my bum out. Still I 
knew it was coming, I was sure he was going to have me 
do it soon.

The set finished and Mr. Wilson came up to me and 
asked if I was ok with this as he slowly pushed my bra 
strap off my shoulder and asked me to remove it. I was 
scared to death to be honest, so a breathless “Yes” 
came out with my eyes closed.

I slipped my bikini top off and looked down, the 
cooler air hit my breasts and my areola tightened and 
the bumps surrounding them rose up as did my nipple, I 
watched them slowly crinkle up and push my nipples 
right out. They looked like hat pegs sticking out, oh 
my God I thought as I pulled my top free. I attempted 
to hide them by stroking my hair out of my face, but 
Mr. Wilson told me to stand tall like a superhero; 
with my legs wide and my fists on my hips. I tussled 
my hair so it would cover some of my embarrassment, 
but my nipples were standing out that much they poked 
through my hair. 

I took up the pose and did my best to ignore everyone 
as I looked at the far wall with my drawing on it. I 
just dared not look around in fear I might catch 
someone’s eye.

The set seemed to last a long time and I could feel 
myself getting more and more self-conscious and 
colouring up. That’s when I thought about Bill and how 
he would just walk around with his tackle hanging out 
without a care. That helped, but I could still feel my 
breasts tingling with all the eyes on me. What would 
my dad say if he ever caught me like this, he would 
beat me black and blue for sure, then he would surly 
take my card away.

I heard the clap and came back to myself instantly, 
crossing my arms over my chest as I watched them put 
up their sketches of me. Wow, I had to say to myself, 
these looked good, I looked good; I was standing there 
with my legs open and my hands on hips in every 
picture and from all angles. Paul had even got some of 
my six-pack and got some good shading of my muscle 
tone. Still I think he did go over the top with my 
babies though, they seemed to stand out with my 
nipples almost sticking up in the air with my long 
hair flowing around them and a huge grin on my face. 
Still I liked it.

No sooner had everyone got back into position than Mr. 
Wilson was back at my side telling me to stand 
straight and bend over pulling my panties down to my 
knees keeping my legs straight. 

This was it, was I really going to do this I thought, 
my instincts told me to just run away. So I was left 
fighting myself for a moment, then made my choice to 
just do it, be like Bill and just not care, I thought. 
These people were here just to draw me nothing more, 
so it would be fine, I reassured myself. 

Pulling my feet tight together I straightened my legs 
and hooked my thumbs into my pants and leaning forward 
closed my eyes and pulled down. I pulled a bit hard as 
the crotch caught one of my pubes and made me jump 
with the pain. I pulled my pants a little further down 
to my knees and the embarrassment hit me as the cold 
air met my lady. 

I felt her clamp up closing real tight, the 
embarrassment deepened as I looked at the crotch of my 
knickers and there was a slight damp patch, I quickly 
wiggled my knees to hide it. Then the thoughts were 
running through my head that everyone could see my 
lady and she was wet. I could tell I was wet more from 
the cold air than anything else. I so just wanted to 
run then, I could feel my face burning with heat, I 
was really thankful that my hair was covering my 
embarrassment.

Mr. Wilson put his hand on my back and pushed down 
making me push my bum out even more. He then stroked 
his hand down my back and over my bum and down the 
back of my leg, then back up to rest on my ass as he 
talked to everyone about curves and shape. He even 
used his finger in circular motion around my left 
cheek as he pointed out the changes of shade. Then he 
did the same with my shoulder blades almost tickling 
me as this touch was that gentle or I was that 
sensitive.

When he was done he pulled my head up and pushed my 
hair back then got down and looked up at me smiling. I 
nervously smiled back, only to watch him grab my 
babies. This was the first time anyone has touched my 
boobs on the flesh and I felt my nipples react to his 
warm hands. He pushed them back and said squeeze your 
elbows in to hold them there. He was gentle, but still 
I felt a shiver run right down my spine, right to down 
my privates turning my tummy over and over.

I did my best, but they are large as they just wanted 
to pop back out again so after three attempts he gave 
up. It was a relief as my tummy had started to tighten 
up with my nerves.

My hair had fallen down again so as he stood up in 
front of me he pulled my head up and pushed my hair 
behind my ears again. He held my head there for a few 
moments as he address everyone to stress that he 
wanted to see dark and light contrast with hot and 
cold areas and they were all to use charcoal sticks. 
He may not have realised it, but I sure as hell did, 
as all I could see was his crotch only a few inches 
from my face.

I had to close my eyes, but then I could see myself 
bent over with my knickers down and my head in his 
crotch. The thoughts of Billy and his willy ran 
through my head and then horrid thought that I had his 
shrivelled cock in my mouth and I was sucking the 
thing. Oh I just wanted this to be over with right 
now, then he let go and everyone was drawing me. I 
know it was only two minutes still it seemed to last 
an age before I heard the clap. 

I immediately stood up and pulled my pants up, Mr. 
Wilson came over and said “No, no pants this time 
Jackie.” My heart sank, but I had gone this far I told 
myself, so I wiped them off again and he took them 
away with him.

The next set was the superhero pose again only this 
time with one hand at my side and the other up above 
my head and I had to look up. It craned my neck to 
look up, but was grateful that I did not have to look 
at anyone. My little lady was buzzing I could feel 
every eye on her, I so wanted this to be over with as 
soon as possible I screamed to myself.

Then with a clap, the set was over as Mr. Wilson 
pronounced it was time for a quick break. I let out a 
big sigh and the warm comfort of a robe was wrapped 
over my shoulders.

“You did really well, Jackie, now go get a quick break 
ready for another set.”

I pulled the robe on and looked for my bikini, but 
could not see it. Still I thought everyone has already 
seen me naked so what’s the problem.

As I entered the cafeteria Paul waved me over, they 
had already got me a drink. Taking a seat I crossed my 
legs tight as it just felt weird sitting with them 
with no panties on, I know they have just seen me 
naked, it is just that under this robe and sat here, I 
felt venerable somehow. The more I thought about it 
the more nervous I got, almost to the point I had to 
put my drink down. It just felt so wrong somehow, so I 
drank my drink and made my excuses to leave rather 
quickly.

I entered the room and Mr. Wilson had put the table 
back into the middle of the room.

“Same table poses as before” he said with a smile, he 
must have seen I was not looking one hundred percent, 
“You ok Jackie?”

Actually I was feeling tired, then I laughed to 
myself, how could I be with just standing around, so I 
smiled back and told him I was just exhausted is all. 
He reassured me that this was the last session.

I sat on the table and did not have to wait long 
before everyone was back in the room so trying to be 
as casual as I could, I slipped off my robe and lay 
back. Mr. Wilson lifted one knee and I put my hands 
behind my head. I looked down to see an old man 
smiling at me from behind his easel. I must have been 
lost in myself today as I just did not recognise him. 

Then Mr. Wilson was standing over me and with his 
finger he traced the curves on my belly and over my 
knee that was up, saying how he wanted them to try 
even harder to bring out the curves. He made me jump 
as his finger traced back up my leg and up my belly to 
circle around each of my babies to finally rest a hand 
on my left boob. As he finished he even gave it a 
little tap as he turned away.

I was more than conscious that now I was completely 
naked just lying there and everyone was looking at me, 
so I tried to ignore it as I looked at the flaking 
paint on the ceiling, still I could feel all them eyes 
looking at my lady and felt her close up tight. Then 
it was over and I was about to move when Mr. Wilson 
put his hand on my shoulder.

“You rest a moment and relax.”

He said it as he pushed my leg down and ordered 
everyone to swap around to change angles. Everyone 
moved around and there was a lot of moving easels 
being dragged into position.

Then they were drawing again with me just lying back 
and relaxing. This set seemed to last a long time and 
just listening to the sound of all the scratching 
chalks almost had me drifting off. Then I was pulled 
back with a start as Mr. Wilson clapped his hands.

Quickly he made me rollover and he pulled my feet in 
the air, as I looked over my shoulder I watched him 
arrange my panties to hang off one foot. Then they 
were drawing again, I let my mind wander to the 
thoughts of what Paul and Jake wanted me to do. Maybe 
walk around or crawl around, I had no real idea and 
thought it best to ask them before they left.

The set ended, this time I was to get on my knees and 
pull my arms back behind me as before. I took the pose 
and as I shook my hair over my shoulders, I saw Jake 
looking right between my legs. Instantly I felt myself 
colour up with embarrassment, then he looked me in the 
eye and gave a big smile. 

My legs were wide open and I knew he must have a full 
view of my lady. I felt so dirty then and had to push 
aside the things my dad would likely say about me, or 
what Farther Riley surly would say. I would just have 
to brazen this out, so I let my head fall back and try 
to drift away from here.

Mr. Wilson was there again and I felt his fingers 
stroke over my breasts and down my stomach tracing my 
abs as he talked about light and shade. He made me 
jump as his hand wandered lower almost touching my 
pubes to move even lower stroking the inside of my 
legs just a fraction away from my lady. It felt 
strange and turned my belly over thinking of his hand 
so close to my privates, I really just wanted to 
escape; then with a tap to my inner thigh they were 
drawing again.

Deep inside I wanted this to stop now, I really did 
not want to do this anymore, so I kept on telling 
myself it was nearly over and soon I would have a 
handful of cash. It did not help, so I thought about 
food and the process of making Italian food for dinner 
in an attempt to distract myself from the world around 
me.

The last session was me on my knees again only this 
time Mr. Wilson asked that I snarl and bare my teeth. 
So looking at Jake I cocked my head slightly to the 
side and bared my teeth at him. He laughed at me with 
a big smile showing off his braces. Then they were 
drawing and I was stuck there looking at him. Then as 
my eyes wandered I caught sight of his crotch, he had 
a swelling there for sure. 

Err yuck; I said to myself as I thought he was getting 
horny and this just deepened my snarl at the thought 
of him being aroused at me being naked. The immediate 
rejection slowly turned into inner laughter at the 
thoughts that I had; without touching him; made his 
thing get hard and horny, I could clearly see it. He 
must have got self-conscious and seen me looking as he 
moved behind his easel out of sight. It was all I 
could do to stop myself for laughing out loud. 

Then the clap was there to save me and it was all 
over, I made an ‘A’ line for the robe to cover up, 
then I made for the changing room not wanting to look 
at anyone. I dressed quick feeling the warmth flowing 
back into my bones. I did not realise how cold I had 
managed to get, still it felt nice as I pulled my 
panties up to cover my lady.

Leaving the changing room Mr. Wilson was there with 
the artist woman and another man. Mr. Wilson counted 
out the hundred and passed it to me. I took hold of 
it, but he did not let go.

“Would you like some extra work?” he asked with a 
smile on his face.

Initially I was a taken aback, as really I just wanted 
to get out of here, I needed to get in the shower and 
wash all these eyes off my skin, still I asked him 
what he had in mind. He explained that Andrea, that 
was the woman artists name and her colleague Phil were 
medical artists and would like to do one last session 
if I was willing. It sounded interesting so agreed, as 
the thoughts of spending more cash flashed through my 
mind.

The thing is, I did not know what I had agreed too as 
Mr. Wilson asked me to get undressed again. So back in 
the changing room I stripped and put on the robe.

The first pose was easy enough, but my jaw was aching 
as they wanted to draw my mouth open. It was the next 
one that got to me as they wanted to draw my lady or 
vagina and labia as they put it. I had to think about 
it and with just the two of them there and knowing 
they were medical did help, just it made my skin 
crawl. 

Still I consented fighting back my nerves and laidback 
with my legs open feeling my belly starting to flutter 
at my exposed privates.

“Could you open your labia for us please?” Andrea’s 
voice was soft yet still made me regret this idea even 
more.

I reached down and slowly pulled my lady open, and 
then using a finger flattened out the folds. That was 
when I noticed how wet I was and as I caught my clit I 
felt a buzz of pleasure shoot through me.  I strangled 
the gasp and pulled my hands back. This was it, I 
thought, as today I have bared everything to everybody 
as I lay there feeling their eyes examining my inner 
most private parts. I could not believe I was actually 
doing this, my stomach was literally doing 
summersaults and I could feel sweat running down my 
forehead with the cool air.

Then it was done, I thought it was over until Andrea 
asked me to get on my knees as they wanted to draw my 
rectum. No! I thought as I turned over; they cannot 
want to draw my bum hole, this is so gross. Still I 
lowered my head to the table and stuck my ass in the 
air.

“The light is not so good could you hold your cheeks 
open for us please?”

Oh God no, they cannot want me to actually do this, I 
fumbled with the large robe and then using both hands 
I pulled my bum open for them. I could feel the heat 
from my face bouncing off the table; I just did not 
know what to do with myself. Nothing could be more 
embarrassing than this surly. The thoughts of had I 
wiped my ass properly kept running through my mind. 
The set seemed to last forever, then I heard Andrea 
say “Thanks, all done.”

I did not want to look at them so climbed down quickly 
and shot off into the changing room to get dressed. I 
even poked my finger at my ass just to check to see if 
I was clean and thankfully there was nothing brown on 
my finger. I dressed and stealing my resolve left the 
safety of the changing room. 

There on an easel larger than life on A3 paper was my 
lady open to the entire world. Oddly my first thoughts 
were how hairy it was, then how small my inner lips 
were. I looked at the other drawing and was almost 
repulsed as I looked at my ass ring, it even had hairs 
around it, it was so gross I had to turn away. If 
anyone ever asked, it was not me, I would deny it to 
the end of my days.

“You like them?” I was taken aback by Phil’s remark 
and avoided looking at him as knowing he had just seen 
my most private of parts, it would just be too much. I 
mean these are medical people, so I did not know if my 
privates were normal or not, they might look funny or 
something, so I avoided his eyes so he could not see 
my shame and embarrassment.

“You think they are alright for you?” Was the only 
thing I could think of saying.

“Sure they are fine for our reference material.”

“Just,” I stammered a little, “Just please don’t put 
these on the wall.”

Andrea burst out laughing then, “No, no hum, these are 
for work, I would never think of showing them off, you 
can rest assured no one will see them but us.”

It was a heavy sigh of relief I gave and Andrea pulled 
me too her for a hug, I am not really a hugger save 
for Gran and Granddad, still it did take the edge of 
my nerves as she pulled my head into her large soft 
bosom.

She then handed me Mr. Wilson’s one hundred and gave 
me another hundred. I was rich, or thought I was as I 
left Room 22. It had been a trying afternoon, but 
worth it.

I was almost out the door when Andrea called me back, 
she had a folder with her and pushed it at me. “Jake 
left these for you as he thought you might like them 
also he gave me this card to give you and said to call 
him first chance you get. I think you might have an 
admirer already.”

I laughed as Andrea did not know about my arrangements 
with Jake and Paul, so I took the folder and card then 
headed off to the taxi rank.

As soon as I got home I hit the shower, it felt great 
to wash all them eyes off me. Still I looked down and 
thought about my pubes, they just had to be trimmed. 
Sitting over the side of the bath, I sprayed the 
shaving cream on my bum and tried to shave myself. It 
was hard to do, so I had to get the vanity mirror and 
squat over it. It was strange to see my bum hole 
covered in white foam, but it made the job a lot 
easier. 

Then it was my bikini line, I got the wax and put it 
on, the three minute wait is always a fear knowing 
what’s coming next, so with a snatch and a scream I 
pulled the two strips off. Oh my little lady felt so 
sensitive after doing that, still with the mirror in 
one hand and a set of small scissors in the other I 
gave the last remaining pubes a trim. Another quick 
shower and I was starting to feel good, so I wiped the 
bathroom mirror and looked at my privates. 

They looked a lot better, but you could clearly see my 
slit, they will soon grow back I said to myself as I 
turned around and pulled my bum cheek up and open to 
try and look at my now clean ring. I could not see 
anything so I gave it a stroke and it felt smooth. 
Feeling better about my neither regions I still wished 
I had thought of doing it this morning before I left.

Forgetting the Italian I had been dreaming about all 
day, I just nuked a TV dinner and then collapsed on my 
bed. I was so knackered, what a day, I said to myself 
as I pulled the folder closer and got out the art Jake 
had given me. There I was naked on the first drawing, 
I have to admit, he is a good drawer, I looked so 
sexy. I found myself getting hot and horny as I looked 
at the drawings, even the ones with my clothes on. 

I just had to do it, so I let my hand wander down to 
my lady and find her secret spot. My lady was so 
sensitive after the save that I almost climaxed just 
stroking my outer lips, then my finger just slid in-
between them as I was that wet. The first contact with 
my clit had me gasping and then a wave hit me leaving 
me short of breath as I orgasmed. I pushed my fingers 
further down and slid two fingers inside me and 
thought about Jake and his hard cock sliding into me.

I have never had a cock inside me, still it did not 
stop me thinking about it. My thoughts got all mingled 
up as at first it was Jake, but the cock he put in me 
was Bill’s cock and the face above me was Paul's as I 
came again. Then it was Andrea kissing my babies as I 
pulled at my nipples. I was so horny I came over and 
over until I was gasping for breath and had to stop. I 
have never felt so dam horny in my life.

I soon fell asleep and dreamt of all those eyes on me 
as I lay on the table with my legs spread wide. They 
were all watching me play with my lady as I withered 
and moaned in my throws of pleasure. There were 
drawing of me flashing and floating through my head; 
all of me in the throes of my passion swirling around.

I woke covered in sweat with my hands clamped between 
my legs and they were soaked with my juices.

Feeling exhausted I made for the shower and cleaned 
myself up. Then going back to my bed I saw the large 
wet stain, so bowing my head in shame I changed the 
sheets.

I was seven thirty when I was done and just putting 
all the drawings away Jake’s card fell out. Yea I 
thought I will ring him.

I waited until the first break at college before I 
called him.

Jake answered almost right away and he even recognised 
my voice, which is nice. He said he would have a word 
with his boss tomorrow and get back to me.

I was a bit disappointed when I put the phone down as 
I really thought I was in for some extra easy work, 
but now he had to ask his boss. Still I had done well 
so was happy.

Again in my bed that night the dreams were of all the 
eyes on me, only this time it was me and Bill on the 
table and everyone was drawing him. His thing was a 
lot bigger in my dreams and the drawings even 
exaggerated it as it drove into me. Then I was with 
Paul and his long skinny legs were spread wide as I 
had my pants around my knees and he was pounding his 
cock into me. Then I was on my back holding my lady 
open and Andrea was licking at my secret spot. 

I woke the next morning to find my hands between my 
legs again, they were slick with my juices, and my 
clit was still buzzing. A quick glance at my alarm 
clock and I figured I had just enough time to bring 
myself off again and get a shower before class. My 
pussy was dripping as I slid two fingers into myself 
with one hand and frigged my clit hard and fast with 
the other, sure enough I was soon lifting my ass off 
the bed as I tried to jam my fingers deeper inside me 
as I came to an earth shattering orgasm. Wow I felt 
good as I rolled off the bed and got onto shaking legs 
to make for the shower.

Collage was as boring as hell, all case studies and 
picking fault with large blocks of text, still a Law 
Secretary job is the one I was aiming for, so I had to 
do it.

At lunch break I looked at my phone, somehow I had 
missed Jake’s call and he had sent a text saying all 
was good and his boss wanted my address so he could 
pick me up tonight if I was up for a session.

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of getting more 
work, Gail was so right that this was easy work to do 
and you even get paid for it. I quickly texted back 
with my address and said I would be home at five ready 
for six.

Six came and on the dot the bell rang, I pressed the 
intercom and the voice said “Jackie Tomas?”

I answered him and said I would come down. As the lift 
doors opened this large man stood up from the old sofa 
we have in the lobby. When I say large he was huge, 
well over six foot and his arms were massive, even 
thicker than my legs with huge muscles. He smiled at 
me and said my name again.

He gave me his name as Brian, he did not strike me as 
a Brian though, but still he was nice enough to offer 
to carry my bag of props. The bag was huge compared to 
me, but to him it looked like a lunchbox. He smiled 
and led me out front to his car; it was a very posh 
Mercedes with a private reg. My estimations of him 
just went up a few notches. 

I jumped in and he closed the door like a proper 
gentleman, the only person ever to do that for me was 
my dad and that was just so he could be sure I had my 
seat belt on.

Wow I felt really posh as we headed off out of town 
and then got stuck in the last of the rush hour 
traffic. He was nice though as he chatted and dropped 
the large hint that he was single and on the lookout. 
Yea right I thought, OK he is a good looking guy and 
he does have all the muscles and the money I would 
guess, just he is too dam big, I mean he is huge 
compared to me. Still it is a nice thought that 
someone as good looking and as well-off as him would 
be interested in someone like me. 

That’s when I kicked myself, what was I thinking, he 
just wants a jump, I thought, some silly little blonde 
like me that takes off her clothes has got to be an 
easy lay. Hum I crossed my arms as I thought about it. 
Lucky I did not take him up on it then. I think he 
could tell I was not interested in him as he went 
quiet for a while. When he finally spoke it was about 
the price and he asked me what Paul had offered me. I 
told him and he laughed.

“We only pay the minimum of 2K per session, as this is 
half a session you will have to put up with twelve 
hundred, you ok with that?”

My jaw almost dropped at his words, “Yea” I said 
trying my best to hide my excitement. I thought to 
myself, I could really milk this modelling lark, the 
money was just flowing in so easy.

Finally we arrived and he made his apologies about the 
warehouse not being the best place to do this. I think 
he was having a laugh as I entered, this place was 
fantastic compared to Room 22. We entered a room with 
clean white walls and bright lights with a thick white 
carpet flooring that filled the centre along with some 
large blue curtains that looked like they separated 
this room from the rest of the warehouse.

He directed me to the changing room and bloody hell, 
it was even bigger than my flat and was packed full of 
different props and outfits on shelves and rails. 
There was even one wall just filled with mirrors just 
like in a dance studio. This place was amazing, and 
warm too. He gave me a tour of the shelves and pulled 
out my first two costumes, I took them off him and 
found they were real leather. He commented on how he 
liked to be authentic as possible as it helped the 
artists gain the best results.

Once we had been around the room he gave a half bow 
and left me to it telling me that everyone would be 
here in about thirty minutes so I was to be ready. 
Saying it is good to get them all going as soon as 
possible as he closed the door.

I quickly changed and put on this leather loincloth, I 
was a bit reluctant at first, but as soon as the fur 
on the inside touched my lady it felt nice and warm, 
but was a little slack on me so I had to re-tie the 
knots. The bra was way too small though and I was 
forced to squeeze myself into it.

Looking in the mirror I looked good like some hot 
Amazon woman or something, I picked up a sword and put 
it down again as it was just too heavy, so I did some 
poses and thought of Tarzan and Jane as I moved from 
pose to pose.

I soon gave up and sat on the swivel chair as I 
waited; there was a thousand different pots of makeup 
and stuff in colours I have never even seen before all 
spread out over the mirror table. I tested a few 
things and then thought better of it and cleaned my 
face with a wipe.

I was just putting my own lipstick back on when there 
was a knock at the door. It was Brian asking if I was 
ready, I got up and he held the door open for me. The 
sight took me back a bit as there was six others 
there, Paul and Jake I recognised, but the others were 
new. There was one woman there though; she had her 
hair spiked up and metal through her noise and lips. 
She had a punk top on that said ‘BITCH’ with ripped 
jeans, I did like her big boots though with all the 
buckles on them. 

I did wonder where she got them. Next to her was a 
short bald man who smiled as I passed and then there 
was another tall guy with a big belly and hanging over 
it was this massive long grey speckled black scraggly 
beard. The last guy looked the odd one out as he was 
in suit and looked very smart with neatly trimmed 
stubble and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen.

They all had what looked like flat computers in front 
of them and next to them were small cameras mounted on 
tripods. I looked around and there were cameras 
everywhere I looked. Brian escorted me to a black box 
in the centre and held my hand as I got up; standing 
on the box I was still not as tall as him.

“Give me a moment” he said as he left only to return 
holding a leather shield and spear. He set me up and 
then asked me if it was all right if he touched me. 
Bit late now I thought and gave him the OK.

I stood there and they all started to draw while Brian 
walked around me taking pictures then after a while he 
swapped to a movie camera. It was a bit unnerving at 
first, still the room was warm and everyone save for 
Brian was a long way away from me.

I must admit my arm holding the shield started to ache 
as it got a bit heavy after a while, but for the 
amount I was getting paid, I was happy to put up with 
it.

Finally Brian called a halt and set me up holding the 
spear out and taking the shield away. The posing was a 
lot longer than Room 22, but the room was warm and I 
felt ok. After several pose’s we took a break and 
Brian came in with a tray of coffee. He pointed to the 
cappuccino with sprinkles as mine; I smiled my thanks 
and took the drink. The heat in here had made me 
thirsty so it was a welcome break.

Paul and Jake came over and chatted to me about what 
they were doing and Paul showed me the sketched he had 
done on his computer. They looked good and I did 
almost look like some wild woman from the Amazon.

Soon we were done and I was back up on the box when 
Brian placed an iron collar around my neck with a 
heavy chain attached to it. 

“Make it look like it is heavy”  He said, well I did 
not have to try as it was dam heavy. They took some 
more drawings of me then Brian had me walking around 
with it, then crawling around with it. My neck was 
aching by the time I stopped for the next break.

Brian noticed I was rubbing my neck and said “just say 
the word and we will stop if it gets a little tough, 
no use hurting yourself” I smiled and thanked him.

Just before they started back, Brian asked me if I 
would remove the outfit. He did not mention putting on 
another outfit so with a little dread I went back to 
the changing room and took it off. Looking at myself 
in the mirror I saw how big the collar looked on me 
and how the rust on it had rubbed off on my neck. I 
took a swipe and tried to clean myself a bit, but gave 
it up as a bad job as it just seemed to smear it more 
than clean it.

Entering the main room again, I felt every eye on me 
as I walked to the box. Brian did not help me up this 
time, just recorded me with his camera. I took what I 
thought was a few demur supplicant poses and after 
some time had passed Brian asked me to be more defiant 
and stand tall. After a while, Brian put some heavy 
manacles on me with a short chain in between. They 
were thick iron and came half way up my forearms and 
hinged to close and locked with two small bolts each. 
He only did them up finger tight while smiling and 
raised his eyebrows at me. I laughed it off and his 
extra white smile beamed back at me. I did the set and 
then session was soon over and Brian took the manacles 
off.

This time we got doughnuts with our coffee and I 
laughed to myself as I just stood there naked among 
all these strange people. I did not even realise I was 
naked as I chatted to Paul, but then did realise I was 
naked as every time I looked at Jake he was staring at 
my babies or my lady, he seemed not to be able to keep 
his eyes off me. I felt slightly unnerved, but I tried 
my best to ignore it.

Brian soon had us all back to work and me with the 
manacles rolling or crawling around the floor. It 
unsettled me a little as he got right up close behind 
me with the camera and the memories of having my ass 
drawn came back to me.

Soon this session was over and with the coffee this 
time we had pizza then we were back at it again. Only 
this time Brian pulled back the curtain, there was a 
throne there and he explained that I was to walk up to 
it, then kneel before it. I did this a few times and 
then he had me lying next to it first one side then 
the other, all the time taking pictures or filming it. 
Then he had me sitting on it or lying across it and he 
took pictures from all kinds of angles.

That session over and I thought I was on a winner here 
as it was simple and easy, just the iron manacles and 
the collar that chaffed a bit. That’s when he pulled 
out what seemed like an altar. I remembered the story 
from what Paul and Jake had said and I guessed that 
this was the end where the heroin was saved by the 
hero. It looked like it was made from stone, but when 
Brian put me on it I found it was made of wood. 

He tied a rope around my left ankle and pulled it wide 
and then did the same to the other. He then placed a 
leather strap over my middle and then after removing 
the manacles he tied my arms to my sides. Laying back 
I found the altar to short and had to hold my head up 
as he placed a strap under my armpits and over the top 
of my chest. He asked if I was ok and I told him the 
strap on my belly was a little slack so he pulled it a 
bit tighter. Lastly he placed a blindfold over my eyes 
and pulled it tight.

Soon as I was set I heard him pick up his camera and 
start clicking. My neck was soon pulling at me in 
trying to hold my head up so I let it drop and just 
looked at the little light I could see down the side 
of my nose. They seemed to take an age when Brian 
finally called a halt. I expected to be released, but 
it did not come.

Then I heard his voice booming out at how crap they 
all were, and how they had not captured any of my 
feminine curves or the sensually of the female form. I 
heard a crash it made me jump.

“Sorry about this” he said as I felt his warm hands on 
my legs. “Feel the curves, feel the texture, think how 
the skin feels under your hands and the shapes of her 
muscles. You lot get over here and do the same.”

I heard Paul next to my ear say “sorry” to me and then 
I started to feel their hands on me, they were all 
around me pawing at my skin. What could I do, in 
truth; I was literally tied down and in no position to 
argue?

I just lay there and let them do it thinking only the 
other morning I was colouring up at just having a low 
cut top on. Soon their hands started to wander to my 
babies and I was sure I could see Paul grinning down 
at me as he squeezed my babies and pulled on a nipple. 
Then a hand wandered between my legs and was stroking 
at my lady. It was weird and strange feeling someone 
else’s hand down there as a small shiver of pleasure 
swept over me.

Their hands were everywhere, then I heard Brian say 
open up as something black was pushed at my mouth. I 
complied and felt this cold plastic pushed between my 
teeth forcing my mouth even wider, then a strap was 
put around my neck to keep it in place. Whatever it 
was in my mouth had a hole in it and as I pushed my 
tongue at it, it felt very smooth.

That’s when I felt a finger slide between my ladies 
lips. I was already wet so there was no problem as 
they pushed it lower and eased it into me. I gave a 
strangled scream and tried to get free, but I was held 
tight and the finger just moved slowly in and out. It 
felt so strange and then that was the only contact 
with my body as I heard clothes being removed. I tried 
to scream, but only a noise came out. I know I did not 
want this, but my lady was already wet and getting 
wetter as this finger moved in and out of me.

 Then I felt a set of warm lips cup around one of my 
nipples and a tongue start to slide around it. My 
stomach turned over as the warm lips moved up my body 
and in the odd way they moved in time with the finger 
I figured it was the same person. Then they were 
kissing my face and sliding their tongue around my 
lips, and all the while, the finger was slowly going 
in and out of me, then it was pushed up tight against 
my clit. The churning in my gut soon started to change 
to warm waves of pleasure. 

I was helpless and did not want this, but could not 
stop it, so started to cry as the pleasure got more 
intense until I came and the soft lips nuzzling my ear 
asked me “Do you like this whore?”

It was the woman’s voice and the thoughts that another 
woman was sliding her finger into me and bringing me 
off against my will just brought out a flood of tears. 
I felt her start to kiss me lower moving down between 
my breasts and over my belly to slide her tongue over 
my sensitive mound licking at the outer lips.

It was like a bolt of electric as she pushed her 
tongue between my lips and made instant contact with 
my clit. I could not help but give out a low moan as 
she sucked my clit into her mouth and attacked it with 
her tongue. My lady was like a furnace of burning heat 
as the pleasure swept all over me. Her hands crept up 
my body to grip my breast and she dug her nails in as 
she slid her tongue down my slit to push it deep into 
my cunt. I was strapped down, but my back still 
managed to lift off the altar as the floodgates open 
and I filled her mouth with my juices.

My head was spinning around with what she was doing to 
me with her tongue when I felt two hands take hold of 
my head and something warm was pushed into my mouth. 
The instant it touched my tongue I knew what it was, 
even though my mind tried to block it out.

I was having my mouth fucked slowly by someone’s cock, 
they were slow at first then began to move faster and 
pushing deeper making me gag and cough. Then it 
exploded in my mouth with hot jets of spunk. I had no 
choice but to swallow it. I wanted to puke it back up, 
but he had his throbbing cock pushed hard against the 
back of my throat and held me there until it stopped. 

No sooner than he was out then another took its place, 
this one was not so gentle, as it rammed right to the 
back of my throat and then pushed it down. My stomach 
lurched, but nothing came past this cock in my throat 
as it was slowly forced deeper until I felt the 
owner’s hairy balls push against my nose. Then they 
fucked my face hard and fast, it was hard to breathe, 
but in the panic I did my best. They did not last long 
as it soon started to swell up and then as they gave a 
cry the thing exploded deep in me and I could feel it 
pulsing and throbbing. They held it there for a long 
time until it began to get soft.

All this time to add to my situation my lady was 
biting down on two fingers as they squirmed around 
inside me and this hot tongue attacked my clit. It was 
almost one continuous orgasm. I did not know if I was 
coming or going as my thoughts and emotions span 
around inside my head.

Finally the cock in my throat pulled out and I gasped 
for air as the blindfold slipped free. I saw Jake come 
into view and I tried to move my head, but he just 
pulled me back and with a hand on his cock he guided 
it into my mouth. Thankfully it was not as big as the 
last one, but it was still big enough to go down my 
throat. 

He soon started to pump it into me and almost broke my 
neck as he ground his balls into my face. He did not 
last long as he took hold of my babies and crushed 
them in his hands as his cock burst in my mouth. I 
watched him pull it out and grin at me as he shot 
another warm sticky load over my face.

I did not know what to do as Paul stepped up next and 
started to slap my face with his cock until it was 
hard and standing over me. Almost violently, he rammed 
it into my mouth and fucked my throat fast and hard. 
He lasted only moments as he pulled it out and I felt 
it land on my tits in warm splashes.

The big fat guy was next and he had to squeeze his 
cock into the ring holding my mouth open. He could not 
get it all in so just fucked my mouth with what he 
could fit in and soon he too was exploding into my 
mouth. It was a rancid taste, not like the others, 
theirs was bad enough, but this was horrid.

Then he was gone and I felt my legs being released and 
lifted up. I looked down and the two tall guys were 
holding my legs up as this woman with the spiky hair 
devoured my lady with long licks of her tongue. I 
could feel the hard steel piercing on her tongue rub 
against my inner lips and then as it made contact with 
my clit it sent pleasurable shivers up my spine.

Then she was being pushed out of the way by one of the 
tall guys holding my legs up and they swapped places. 
I knew at some point that this was going to happen so 
I shook my head and screamed at him as I felt the hot 
head of his cock push at my cunt. I threw my head back 
and screamed as I felt him push into me. I had lost my 
hymen a long time ago, but this was still my first 
cock and it felt so big as I tried real hard to clamp 
my cunt shut and force it back out. 

It was no use as I felt it start to slide into me 
filling me up. My mind rejected what was being done to 
me, yet my lady kept sending out wave after wave of 
pleasure through me, and soon she was pushing down to 
try and get more of him into her. 

I could not help it with all these strange pleasures 
and the horror of being helplessly raped I started to 
cry as this cock started to slide in and out of me. 
The waves of pleasure were like nothing I had 
experienced before, a lot deeper and so much more 
intense. I soon found myself gasping and moaning as he 
trust into me. A cock was pushed into my mouth and two 
hands grabbed my head as they fucked my face hard and 
fast.

Then I was being fucked at both ends at the same time. 
I did not know what was happening only these two cocks 
filled my world as I was being fucked senseless. 
Finally he managed to work his cock deep into my cunt 
and I felt so full as he hammered his balls hard 
against me and every time he slammed against my clit I 
orgasmed like never before. 

Involuntarily I found myself wrapping my legs around 
him and pulling him deeper into me as he started to 
hammer faster. His cock began to swell deep inside me 
and then his hot juices erupted. Like a wave of hot 
lava it filed me with a burning heat of an earth 
shattering climax and I passed out into blackness with 
this cock still hammering at my mouth.

The next thing I knew I was on the soft-carpeted floor 
and the ring was gone and I had this tongue exploring 
my mouth, also there was a steady rhythm of someone 
pounding their cock into me. I felt so hot and horny, 
like it was some kind of dream so I wrapped my arms 
around this kisser and attacked the tongue in my mouth 
with my own only to feel the hard steel ball on their 
tongue rake the top of my mouth.

I knew it was the woman that was holding me, as she 
pushed my hand between her legs. Instantly I felt heat 
of her hot wet bald cunt on my fingers. I soon had my 
fingers sliding in and out of her and she began to 
moan into my mouth. I joined in with her moaning as an 
orgasm washed over me and the cock deep inside me shot 
its spunk into me with powerful ramming thrusts, 
rattling my teeth against hers. It just sent me right 
over the edge as I pulled this woman in tighter and 
really rammed my fingers into her.

Soon she was gasping and fight me off her, I tried to 
hold on, but she managed to break free and climbed up 
me to pull my head into her sopping wet twat. I did 
not even think about it, I just attacked her gaping 
cunt with my tongue clamping my mouth over her clit to 
hear her cry out and almost pull my hair out by the 
roots. Her cunt exploded and covered my chin with her 
juices, I pushed my tongue lower and forced it deep 
inside her and she came again this time flooding my 
mouth.

I felt another cock trying to get into me so I lifted 
my ass off the floor so they could get into me and I 
felt my poor lady being stretched as this fat cock 
pushed at me. I thought he was going to split me in 
two and cried out as he forced me to take it. I would 
have pushed him off, but my hands were trapped, then 
it was too late he was in me and I felt his fat gut 
push up against me then his hairy balls grinding 
against my ass. 

I have never felt so full as this huge fat cock 
exploded inside me without any warning. It sent me off 
on another orgasm and I ground my hungry lady onto him 
as it throbbed inside me.

He pulled out quickly and I felt a flood of cum run 
down the crack of my ass and I was left with this 
longing empty feeling deep inside me.

The woman was then pushed back and a long cock was 
pushed into my face. I did not even think as I opened 
my mouth and it took deep into my throat. The woman 
turned herself over and began to lick at my poor 
abused cunt and soon had me moaning around this cock 
in my mouth.

Then the cock was pulled free and I watched as she was 
pulled over my face and it was pushed against her 
cunt, I watch fascinated as it slowly sank into her. I 
reached up and licked at the guy's balls as he fucked 
this woman. Christ I felt so fucking horny, like never 
before, I have had some very vivid dreams, but nothing 
like this. 

I came again with a cry and she clamped her mouth 
around my cunt and sucked my juices and the spent punk 
out of me as I came. The cock pulled out of her and 
offered it to me to suck, it was dripping a thick 
white glob of cum as I opened my mouth and sucked the 
large purple head into my mouth. 

Then it pulled back and I saw Paul grinning down at 
me. I smiled back only to watch him squeeze the last 
drops of his cum over my face.

Then the woman was pushing her ass at my face with a 
trail of white cum leaking out of her glistening cunt. 
Without a thought, I buried my tongue deep into her 
and was answered with a gasp. Then I was being fucked 
again only this time she did not stop licking at my 
clit it was amazing as all these sensations washed 
over me driving me wild. 

I doubled my attack on her cunt, just wanting to give 
her as much pleasure as she was giving me. Soon she 
was fucking my face and wiping her cunt all over me as 
she came coating me with her juices. I ate at it as 
best I could until I too was crying out as an orgasm 
crashed over me and the cock inside me erupted.

She rolled off and the cock pulled out; I lay there 
gasping looking up at Brian with his camera. I gave 
him a gasping half smile as he passed the camera to 
another person and got down beside my head. 

He gently pulled at my hair as it was plastered to my 
face then undid his pants. It was a huge thick long 
cock with a large purple head that slapped down onto 
my face. I opened my mouth to take the head and lick 
at it feverishly as it was almost too big to fit in my 
mouth.

He leaned over me and began to fuck my face, slowly I 
felt his cock start to get even fatter as it got 
harder until he was literally hammering his cock into 
my mouth.  Banging hard against the back of my throat, 
no matter how hard he tried or how hard I tried, it 
was just too big to go down. But something deep inside 
me wanted it, wanted it bad, I needed it to fill me up 
so I pushed him off me and rolled over to get him onto 
his back where I took hold of his thick throbbing 
monster.

I licked it from balls to tip and then got over the 
top of it with my lady and pushed the head into me. 
Shit it was thick and hard, and the head was like a 
burning hot iron as I pushed down onto it. It went in 
with a pop and I felt it spread me wide open. 

I needed it, so desperately needed this thick cock 
deep inside, so I pushed down hard and was rewarded as 
I slid down the thick shaft. Oh Christ I could have 
sworn it was going to come out of my gut or crush my 
lungs as it just kept getting deeper and deeper. I was 
almost at the root when I felt a sharp pain and knew 
he had filled me up inside.

It was a wonderful feeling being stretched taught 
around a thick cock and feeling so full. I let it 
settle for a moment just to let my lady get used to 
it, then leaning forward I put my hands on his huge 
muscled abs and started to fuck him. Slowly at first, 
but soon I was able to go faster as I quickened the 
pace getting into a good rhythm.

Brian had his eyes locked on me as I moved then he 
reached up and took hold of my burning babies and 
gently caressed them in his huge hands. Then the woman 
came over and planted a kiss on my lips and let her 
hand wander between my legs. Her expert fingers soon 
found my hard clit and started to tease me gently at 
first, then slowly got faster and harder.

I soon found myself crying out as the pleasure got too 
much for me to hold back and I pulled her in for a 
deep kiss. I was soon hammering myself onto this hard 
rod deep inside me until I could feel and hear myself 
sapping down on his large eggs. 

I came like never before until my head was spinning 
from lack of breath, Then I was just lifted up in the 
air as Brian thrust up into me and his cock exploded 
with long hard jets of cum one after another. I 
climaxed and screamed at the top of my lungs into the 
girls mouth as his hot cum filled me up and my clit 
sent shockwave after shockwave through me.

Brian finally flopped to the floor and the woman let 
me drop onto his chest. I lay there still gasping as I 
felt his cock slowly shrink inside me and slip out 
followed by a long dribble of cum.

I felt so light I could have floated away if it was 
not for Brian gently holding me. My eyes were 
fluttering trying to stay open when I felt a cock push 
into me. I just lay there and soaked up the pleasure 
as they fucked me, gently rocking me on Brian’s chest.

After while my head was pulled up and a cock was 
pushed into my mouth I did not have the energy to suck 
it or fight it off so lay there and let them do it. 
The cock in my cunt was pulled out and I felt the cum 
shoot up between my ass cheeks and across my back, 
then with a moan the cock in my mouth pulled free to 
shoot its warm sticky cum over my face, plastering my 
eyes shut.

Like a rag doll I was rolled off Brian and lifting my 
sticky eyelids I looked up to see the fat guy lurching 
over me and the fat head of his cock pushing at my 
cunt.

Then he was laying on top of me crushing me into the 
floor as he thrust his fat meat at me, his long beard 
covered my face and he wheezed and gasped as he fucked 
me. One fat chubby hand crushed and squeezed at my 
tit, while the other forced two fingers into my mouth. 
I felt claustrophobic under him and totally at his 
mercy as he rammed hard into me. Thankfully he came 
quickly and moving his beard out of the way he kissed 
me with the nasty taste of tobacco on his breath.

Then he was gone and the cold dribbling of his cum 
leaking out of me was the only thing left to remind me 
he had been there as I drifted out of it.

I woke in the back of a taxi dressed; I was still 
slightly out of it as the morning sun was blinding me 
at the end of the road. I tried to move, but my whole 
body protested, still I managed to get up straight. My 
old lady was leaking still and my panties were cold 
and damp with all the cum.

I blinked my eyes and felt my face crack from all the 
dried cum. I went to wipe my face and my lips were 
covered in thick sticky come, I looked down and there 
was a large pool of white spunk between my babies 
running down my cleavage.

I was literally knackered and the memories of what had 
happened to me were sketchy to say the least. My mouth 
was dry and all I could taste was stale spunk and my 
throat felt like it I had swallowed barbwire.

I shook my head to try and clear it, only to be hit in 
the face by my hair that was hard and crusty with more 
cum.  What had I done, or more to the point what had 
they done to me.

I remembered being tied down so that was rape, but 
after I was fucking them, so it wasn’t rape. The 
memories of me licking at that woman’s cunt dripping 
cum had my stomach heaving and I croak out “stop”.

The taxi driver pulled over as I held the sick back 
with my hand and flinging the door open even before we 
stopped I emptied my gut. It just kept coming until I 
could heave no more. Then the taxi driver was there 
holding a hanky; with half a smile I took it nodding 
my thanks. 

He smiled at me as I wiped my face so I looked down in 
shame, that’s when I saw the small wet stains on his 
crotch. I guess he must have been the last to fuck me 
while I was out. I closed my eyes and just turned away 
from him.

The drive home seemed to last forever, but at last I 
was home only to crash out on my bed.

Later that day I woke just as the sun was setting and 
with what energy I could muster, I forced myself to 
hit the shower. It was like rain from heaven as the 
warmth eased my bones, that’s when it all came back to 
me, as slowly I collapsed to my knees and let all the 
tears flood out. I lay there in the bath feeling 
disgusted with myself until the cold from the shower 
started to creep into my bones.

Climbing out I hit my bed again and thought fuck it; 
so reaching for my bag as I was intent on letting Gail 
know I would not be making it to University today for 
some extra study time. That’s when I saw the envelope; 
it had a little drawing of a blonde pin up in one 
corner so I kinda guessed who it was from.

It felt a heavy so I opened it and there was a note 
saying what an exceptional a model I was, also that 
they had decided to pay me a full day’s pay for my 
nights work with a bonus. 

It was a cold comfort as I felt the aching deep 
between my legs; and thought maybe it would be best if 
I called at my doctors first thing Monday morning.

Then the dread hit me, it was Sunday tomorrow, how I 
was going to confess all this to Farther Riley, or 
even if should I confess?

END

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