Random Photo w/Story-- Here's the story: I was new to Los ..

Random Photo w/Story-- Here's the story: I was new to Los Angeles. I was looking for work anywhere I could find it. I did some TV and film stuff, but that wasn't enough to support me. I was told that I could make quite a bit as an artist's model. All I had to do was get naked, hold a pose for anywhere from 2 minutes to 30 and I could not only get paid for the session, but also get tipped by the artists. A friend hooked me up with an art teacher who held classes in his garage. I showed up on a Saturday afternoon and the teacher took me back to the studio. It was all set up with 7 easels and chairs, a mini-stage area covered in white sheets, and lots of paints in cans and bowls and palettes all over, along with brushes and canvases and charcoals and inks; pretty much everything. Very well equipped for a private class. As we chatted, the guys came in with their portfolios and oversized pads of art paper, setting up. The teacher gave me a robe and told me to get naked and get ready. I went into his bathroom, stripped off my clothes, got myself together and went back in to the garage. I was a little nervous, having had no experience as an artist's model, although at that point I had done a bit of nude photography modeling so I was used to being naked in front of a camera...which turned me on. They were all seated and ready, and the teacher asked me to remove the robe and get on the stage. I could feel myself getting a little bit of a chubby as I revealed myself, and I could feel that little bit of tension in the air as the men's eyes made contact with me...well...my dick. I figured I would just let an erection happen if it was going to happen. He asked me to hit a pose to start for a two minute draw. I hit a pretty simple one and in no time at all, we were through it and on to the next one, and the next for the shorter poses. Then it was time for a longer pose, this one a half hour. He wanted me to hit something that I could plausibly hold for that long without too much discomfort--the pose in the photo. The teacher took a picture to have as a reference later when he finessed the drawing. In this position, I knew my bare ass, hole spread, was pointing right in the faces of two of the artists. I could feel my dick start to thicken; hard to tell though in the position I was in, so I just let it be there. When you pose that long, you kind of go into a dream state as thoughts run through your mind to pass the time. It's hypnotic, and as I found later, when the alarm goes off to finish that pose session, it's a surprise and usually welcome...the body can stiffen up and needs relief. This one time though, I have no idea at what point, I was brought out of my reverie when I felt something wet against my hole. I turned to look back...and one of the artists was eating my ass. I looked around to see what the other guys were doing, but they just continued to draw. I was shocked...the teacher said nothing about audience participation, but I have to say after showing off my bod for this class, I didn't mind the feeling of having this guy's tongue inside me while they all watched and drew it. I felt his tongue replaced by a finger, pushing forward past my ring, and he began to finger fuck me. It felt so good, but he pulled it out and I felt something long, thin, and hard replace it. It was a paint brush. And then another and another and another...he must have shoved 10 paint brushes up my ass, and I could imagine I looked like a flower pot with the brush parts spread out like a floral arrangement. The guys just kept drawing. After a few minutes, the artist took the brushes out one by one, leaving me with an empty hole that needed to be filled. It was so quiet in the room, the only sounds were pencils and charcoals moving on paper, that I heard the zipper of the artist's pants slowly lower, and suddenly I felt the knob of his hard cock knocking on my hole. I felt back and true to my needs and our mutual safety....he had put a rubber on it. Excellent. I pushed back onto him and he easily entered me, filling me up with his length and girth. And they all kept drawing. The artist, fully clothed except for his cock sticking out of his pants, began to fuck me in that position. Slow, fast, rough, gentle, pull out, push in... he changed it up and it was so pleasurable that he made me cum onto the sheets without even touching myself. As the jizz left my body, he continued to fuck me, and each thrust milked more and more out of me until I was totally dry and still coming. Even after I shot, he kept his dick inside me and continued to work my ass until just minutes later, he pumped another load out of me. And the guys drew it all. Suddenly, he pulled out and I felt him move around to where my head was hanging down. He ripped the rubber off, lifted my face by my hair, and let his load go all over me...it almost hurt how hard he came on my features, but it actually felt great (and my eyes were closed so no jizz in the eyes). After he shot, he let go of my hair, he put his cock in his pants, zipped up, and went back to his seat and began to draw. What the hell just happened? I just stayed in that position for who knows how much longer, with my knees in a puddle of my jizz beneath me and his cum drying on my face. Finally, the alarm went off and I collapsed, flat on my belly. The guys started to chat and compare their drawings, just going about their business as if nothing extraordinary happened, and the teacher came up to tell me what a good job I had done. I was still a little stunned at the recent events, but I won't say I didn't enjoy it...because I did. As I stiffly stood up and got dressed, he went and collected tip money and handed that to me along with a check for posing. I waved at the guys as the teacher led me out, and they all smiled, waved, said a few thank yous, and...that was it. And the artist who fucked me and shot all over me simply smiled, raised his eyebrows, and gave the air a little peck meant for me. As I made my way to my car, my asshole throbbing, the dried cum pulling on my skin, I wondered if all art classes were like this. Turns out...no. That never happened again in any of the classes I posed for. But I have to say....first time lucky. I never did get to see the drawings they did. All I have is the photo that the teacher passed on to me later. But man, I sure wish I had caught a glimpse of the work they did. Anyone want to draw what any part of the above may have looked like, based on the photo here? That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.