Model, The · Part 1

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Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of Pennsylvania. Mid-30's, married with two children, dedicated to his job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments, credit cards, saving for the kids' weddings, you name it — and now Krissy, his wife of nine years, was bugging him for a new living room rug. And while they had a nice house in the Germantown section of Philadelphia, the couple was just making it on his salary and hers, which wasn't much. Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn't make that much money.

So he decided to look for a part-time job, something he could do after school and that wouldn't really take too much concentration. He noticed an add in the Inquirer requesting a male nude model for a small art school over on Chestnut Street, only about 25 minutes from home and relatively close to the university.

"Heck,'' Jerry thought as he drove home from work. "I keep in pretty good shape. I'm no Adonis, but I work out once in a while. There's not much flab. I'll give it a shot. I'll just tell Krissy I've got a research project at the school and have to stay late a few evening a week.''

So the next moring he called the number in the add. A woman named Veronica answered and took all the regular information.

"Did he ever model before?''she asked. "Well, no but I think I could strike a pose.''

“Would it bother you to ne completely nude in front of about 12 women, all graduate students?'' "Ahh, I've never done this before,'' Jerry deliberated. "But I don't think it would bother me once I got over the initial posing.'' "Well, why don't you come down for an interview,' Veronica said. "How about noon tomorrow? Do you know where we're located?'' “Sure, I work at Penn. Sounds great,'' Jerry replied. “See you then.''

The next day during a break in his classes Jerry went to the art studio. Veronica turned out to about 35, he guessed. She had raven hair, about mid-length down her back. Her tight form-fitting dress accented an admirable perfectly toned figure, which benefited from ample breasts and a well-defined bottom.

She interviewed Jerry in the empty studio, which was on the second floor of a retail store. After a few preliminary questions, Veronica said the job payed $15 an hour. Was he still interested? Jerry said he was. Veronica now asked Jerry to go behind a screen, strip naked, and come out in front of her.

“Uh oh,'' thought Jerry, who sometimes even had reservations about undressing in front of wife. “Here goes. If I could get through this, I shouldn't have any problem.''

He took off all his clothes, and with a towel draped around his middle, came out and stood on the little stage that was positioned in front of the class. Veronica gestured for him to drop the drape, and Jerry stood there nude, totally bare. The instant the towel hit the floor, Jerry felt a rush of adrenaline surge through his body and a sort of sqishy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't unpleasurable though. He shivered involuntarily, and felt a tingling in his cock and tightening of his balls.

“Damn,'' he thought as the cool pungent air of the studio caressed his naked flesh, “I hope I don't get an erection — that will blow it for sure.''

Veronica surveyed his naked form for a couple of minutes, had him strike a few poses, and then instructed him to turn around so she could see his back muscles and buttocks. Jerry involuntarily felt his sphincter muscle start to contract, and his dick start to rise. He mentally told his cock to stay put, but he couldn't stop the gravitation, it seemed to have a mind of its own. There was something erotic about having a pretty woman gaze at your naked and totally exposed body. His cock slowly inched up to a near horizontal position, its bulbous red dickhead prominently displayed and its thickly veined shaft growing longer and thicker. Jerry felt like he could ejaculate without even touching his penis.

“Oh God,'' he thought, “I hope she doesn't ask me to turn around now. I'll never get the job. She doesn't want me getting hard in front of her students.''

But Veronica, apparently oblivious to the model's anxiety, calmly asked Jerry to slowly pirouette. He did, reluctantly.

Jerry turned cautiosly, his blood-engorged cock a full hard-on now, slightly upturned at an acute angle. Veronica looked directly at Jerry's twitching iron-hard dick, which strained outward for her unabashed view. She nodded approvingly, asked him to get dressed, and said she'd wait for him in her tiny office off the studio floor to discuss the terms of the contract — if he was still interested.

Jerry gratefully retreated behind the screen, his cock jutting out straight out from his underbelly. There was a little drop of pre-cum that had oozed from his slit. He'd never been this aroused, even on his wedding night, and slowly moved his hand down to his engorged prick, stroked it and started to masturbate. He couldn't help himself and was nervous about being caught, but Veronica was in her office. Anyway, he kind of liked the idea of someone watching him jerk off his dick. He cupped his hard, tight cum sac in his left hand, massaged his testicles, and starting beating off with his right.

Jerry concentrated on his nicley formed circumcised cockhead and feverishly masturbated, sliding his hand up and down his dickpole with such intensity his actions almost hurt. In a matter of 30 seconds, Jerry emitted a soft gutteral animal sound, almost like a kiiten mewing, orgasmed and spurted hot cum in a high arch from his prickhead. It hit the floor with a sort of splat. Jerry continued to stroke his cum-slicked shaft as torrents of white, opaque man-juice cascaded out of his cumhole until his testicles would emit no more. Spent, Jerry squeezed every last drop of semen from his wilting cock, quickly donned his underwear and got dressed. He felt strange now that the act was over.

Little did he know Veronica had witnessed his intense masturbation exhibition. In fact, Veronica took great pleasure in watching a man masturbate and making himself cum; she'd seen many. It gave her a feeling of power, of being in total control of a male's body — including his cock, his mouth and, especially, his asshole.

Jerry went to Veronica's office, a little sheepishly as he was thinking about what he had just done. But his feeling of shame disappeared when she offered him the job, a nine-week stint with three classes a week, which he accepted. In his excitement, he totally forgot he had left his semen on the floor behind the screen.

“OK Jerry,'' she said. “We'll see you tomorrow at 7. We're going to have you pose for an artistic essay entitled `Humility.' See you then.''

Veronica waited for Jerry to leave, then went over to where he had cum on the floor. She felt aroused, she felt powerful as she dipped her finger into the thickening puddle of jism. She smelled its faint musty odor and wondered if Jerry had ever tasted his own ejaculate. She felt sexually aroused as she remembered the look on Jerry's face when he masturbated. Veronica took a paintbrush with a rather thick handle, caressed its smooth shaft, and then rubbed it along the sensitive folds of her pussy through her silk dress. She could feel herself becoming very wet. Oh, how she wanted to masturbate, to jam that paintbrush up her asshole while she fingered her sopping cunt gash.

She wanted to cum with a frenzy that would exhaust her and cause her woman juices to copiously flow out of her lovehole. But all good things would come, she told herself as she slid the paintbrush along her outer lips, the feeling of silk on her shaved pubes adding to the sensation. She barely touched her rigid little clitoris through her dress, and experienced a minor orgasmic tremor throughout her taut, sexually wired body. She stuck her hand under her dress and dipped a finger into her sodden snatch, brought it up to her red-lipsticked lips and sucked the sweet, musky woman juice from her finger.

“Yes,'' she sighed with a longing look in her eye. “All good things will come.''

The next evening, Jerry showed up about 10 minutes before seven. There were 12 students, all women, in the studio, and Veronica. She introduced him to the class — he figured most of the students were about 21 or 22 — then told him to get undressed. Nobody payed him the least bit of attention when he came out from behind the screen wrapped in a loose bathrobe Veronica had provided.

Veronica led him up to the little stage where she had positioned sort of a bench with poles sticking up vertically about three-and-half feet in the air from one end. They had stirrup-like hookups attached to them. This end faced the class, which was busy readying their oils, brushes and canvases. Veronica told Jerry to disrobe and lie on the bench with his legs, penis and ass cleft facing the class. She then instructed him to hook his feet in the stirrups, which pulled his legs up and apart from his body, giving the students a wide open view of his genitals and virgin brown bunghole. She hooked his feet into the stirrups with velcro straps.

Next she put a pillow under the small of his back so his naked pelvis was slanted at just the right angle to afford all the women a very graphic view of his already hardening cock, his cum-laden balls and his puckered tight asshole. She then took both his wrists and tied them to the sides of the bench. In effect, Jerry was helpless. “This is just for effect Jerry,'' Veronica reassured him. Jerry wondered.

“Class,'' Veronica said. “This is Jerry, our new model. Please accept him as you would anyone else. Tonight, we're going to concentrate on human humility, which is why Jerry is posed like this. Are we ready to begin?''

The students took on a serious light now that they were ready to start painting. They scrutinized Jerry and soon only the sound of paint hitting canvas and an occasional call for Veronica's instruction was heard. Before long, Veronica announced it was time for the students to put a little more realism into their work. She called a pretty, petite brunette named Vicki up to the platform where Jerry was posing.

“Vicki, my how pretty you look tonight,'' Veronica said. “Would you care to inject a little realism into the class this evening?'' Vicki said sure.

She was about 5'2'', 105 pounds with a nice figure and a perfectly shaped ass, which she was the most proud of. She started slowly undressing in front of Jerry, whose cock had gone flaccid after he became accustomed to the pose. First she took off her blouse and bra, revealing very full tits with hard little brownish nipples that stuck out about 1/2 inch. She started massaging her tits right in front of Jerry, where he could see her between his outstretched legs, pulling on her already stimulated nipples until they were hard little buds of excitement. Soon, Vicki's teats were rigid little members of prehensile tissue as she continued to masturbate her breasts.

Jerry though he saw tiny droplets of fluid seeping out of her nipples, but it was probably just perspiration. Jerry's cock began to rise, and he started to question the validity of this exhibition, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Veronica, who had been standing behind him, taped a piece of duct tape over his lips so he couldn't talk. Jerry's eyes got wide with fear and trepidation. “What the fuck is going on?'' he wondered.

Ignoring her voluptuous, full tits for the time being, Vicki unzipped her shorts and slid her hand down the front of them. She wasn't wearing any panties and Jerry could see a little wisp of cunt hair right above where her zipper made a V in her shorts. She slowly slid her shorts off to reveal an upraised pubic mound that was just barely covered with fine brown pussy down. Jerry could make out her labia majora, and noticed a faint glistening reflecting from her slit. His turgid member rose skyward and pulsed spasmodically, totally beyond his con

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