I found myself naked, erect, sitting on a couch, in front of a handful of art students. Darlene was curled up on the couch, away from the artists, her head and blond hair on my lap. She had just had an explosive orgasm, spread open in front of the crowd, held by me with my finger deep inside her.

Was she humiliated? Likely. Was she exhausted? Probably. Was she happy? Clearly. Was she finished? Not a chance.

Then one of the two young female artists, one of the two who had responded to Darlene’s pleas to come and given her permission, turned to Cindy, the instructor.

“Cindy, the class isn’t over yet. What do we do with Greg?”

She replied, “What would you like to do?”

The young woman smiled and looked me over. I got harder. Then I said, “I’ll do whatever works for the class. However, it was Darlene who initiated this idea for us to be models. I know her. She desperately wants more. Pose her first. Then I’m yours.”

“What turns her on?” Cindy asked.

“Me. Being exposed and embarrassed. Getting her ass fucked. Women. Being in control. Not necessarily in that order.”

Cindy turned to the two girls. “Mind if I take the lead here?” They looked at each other then answered in unison, “No.”

Cindy left for the back of the studio. While we waited, I caressed Darlene, shoulder to hip, periodically letting my fingers slide over her ass cheek. She’d been listening. Goosebumps rose everywhere.

Cindy returned, now in only a bra and panties, carrying two coils of soft rope and a toolbox.

She knelt in front of Darlene, then turned to me. “Let me take this. You just watch and stay hard.”

I wasn’t too worried about my erection, given the circumstances, so I leaned back and watched.

Cindy leaned over Darlene, whispered to her, and slipped a blindfold on her. Then she gently rolled Darlene onto her back, rotated her so she faced the students she now could not see, and slid her up a bit on the couch. Darlene was putty, completely malleable in Cindy’s hands. Zero resistance.

This would be interesting.

Taking the soft rope, Cindy began to tie Darlene. First her left leg, then right were bent and tied so that Darlene’s heels were against her butt cheeks. Then Darlene’s wrists were bound to her ankles. Darlene was restricted to only one position, legs bent and spread wide. She was exposed much as I had held her, only more so. Her clean-shaven ass was visible for all. Her pussy lips were spread, her excited clit exposed. She was moist. No, not moist, wet, sopping wet. Her juice was dripping to her puckered asshole.

Cindy slid one finger between her lips to her clit, lingering. Darlene now moaned. Then Cindy tasted her finger and said, “Yummy. Sweet. I think I need more.” Turning to her students she said, “This will take a few minutes. So, draw. You can take in the entire scene or move closer and focus in on Darlene’s facial reactions” Then her face went to Darlene’s pussy.

Most of the artists drew closer. Some focused in on Cindy’s consumption of Darlene’s pussy, others on her face. One of the young girls seemed to be intrigued in a close-up of Darlene’s right breast and nipple, now rock hard.

Darlene’s face remained calm, at least that not covered by the blindfold. I knew what was happening. She was still feeling the glow from my earlier orgasm, her skin and every part of her pussy were still sensitive, her mind was acutely aware she was again on display, a toy, to be used and watched. Yet her rational mind was seeking some bit of control, breathing with passion, yet breathing to control the beating in her chest. I knew that control was ebbing.

Then her mouth opened, her lips formed an “o” as her breathing deepened. Then, as Cindy slid two fingers into her and sucked her clit, words emerged.

“Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” she cried. Her hands shifted from fists to spread, involuntarily.

Cindy pulled back to watch, as we all did. Waves of her orgasm continued to sweep over her as we all watched. A spectacle, feet or inches away. It went on and on.

As her orgasm slowed, Cindy reached into her tool kit and retrieved a rubber cock. Without delay or hesitation, she slid it into Darlene’s cunt. Then she flipped a switch and the cock made a slight noise, vibrating deep inside Darlene. “Someone hold this in,” she instructed. A middle-aged woman obliged.

The cock reanimated Darlene. I loved watching as she responded, her hips, despite constraints, humping the tool vibrating inside her. The sketching of Darlene’s body continued and one of the young girls reached out to tease a nipple. I had earlier noticed a flush on Darlene’s neck, but now it had crept across her torso. I had never seen her like this.

Then Cindy stepped back into view. Underwear still on, but now she had a harness strapped onto her, a mid-sized vibrator protruding…her very own cock. “Can she handle this?" she asked as she coated it with lube.

“Yes. She’ll love it.” Darlene must have heard us and moaned. Cindy slowly, but unhesitantly, shoved the vibrating appendage into Darlene’s tight asshole.

A low wail emerged from Darlene. Without permission, the woman holding the cock in her pussy began to play with her clit. The girl massaging her tit bent to suck the nipple into her mouth. The wail got louder.

Darlene was little but a quivering bundle of nerves, all emanating pleasure. I was reminded of a porn clip titled, ‘Fry his brain.” Well, Darlene’s brain was getting fried. The sounds escaping her shifted from her wail to guttural, word like sounds that made no sense. She was lost in a full body and full mind orgasm.

In time it died down. She relaxed. It was almost as if everyone involved were exhausted. Cindy slipped from her ass, the vibe in her pussy was removed.

Cindy asked the middle-aged couple to remove Darlene’s bindings. As they did so, Cindy moved to Darlene’s side, removed the blindfold, and kissed her.

“You did well. Did you enjoy it?”

Darlene tried to speak, couldn’t, so she smiled weakly and nodded her head.

Cindy then turned to me. “Your turn. Lay back.”

When I did, she slipped the blindfold onto me. Then she leaned over and whispered, “What makes me a great artist is I read people. I quickly understand them, often better that they understand themselves. I knew what Darlene wanted before you told me. I also know what you want, whether you have admitted it to yourself or not. I’m going to give it to you.”

Then she pulled away. She moved between my legs. I could feel two bodies at my side, at my hips.

Cindy bent one of my legs, like Darlene’s had been and began to tie it. Then she told the couple that had been untying Darlene, “Rub her legs, top to bottom. She will need help getting her circulation back.”

Hands from either side helped Cindy position me. They were gentle, feminine. Me legs were both bent and slowly, precisely tied. I had no idea right then how many were watching. But they clearly saw me naked, still fairly hard, being manipulated into the position Cindy wanted.

Then I heard it…or her. Darlene. “No. No. No. I’m done. No more, please. Stop. I can’t take it again. Oh, God!” Then I heard something like crying, but it came between moans and, yes, squeaks. I had no idea what they were doing to her, but it must be taking her to a different place than I had ever seen her go.

As I listened to her, I was tied. Legs bent, spread and pulled halfway to my chest. My wrists tied to my ankles. I could not be more exposed. Hands touched me everywhere. My nipples pinched, my ass and balls caressed, then a mouth on my cock.

The combination of Darlene’s cries and the touching my body was experiencing brought me nearly to the edge. Then, as Darlene screamed, yes, literally screamed, in orgasm, Cindy had all touch removed.

“Now draw. Whatever parts you choose, Darlene or Greg.”

The scratching of pencils on paper filled the air. It should have relaxed me, but the knowledge of my totally exposed pose, the thought of whose eyes might have been on me, and the quiet sobs from Darlene kept me on edge.

Then, simultaneously, I felt lubricated fingers playing with my ass, probing, and Darlene’s sobs getting louder, a, “Nooooo. I can’t,” wailed from her.

Then come sort of rubber cock entered my ass. Slowly at first, then plunging. An oiled hand grabbed my balls, another took my cock. All, cock in my ass and two hands, began working in unison. I tried to focus on Darlene, or at least her cries, to determine what might be happening to her. Her orgasm’s seemed to roll through her, over and over, her moans quieting a bit as her mind numbed to the individual explosions, now simply creating waves of pleasure. By now any sense of humiliation gone. What was left was flesh and nerves.

Then lips came to my ear. A young, female voice said, “Cindy said I can suck you until you come in my mouth. I will. But I won’t swallow it. You are going to kiss me, take all your cum, and swallow it for me. Won’t you?” I nodded my head yes. “I wish I could draw it, my mouth on you and our cum filled kiss. But that’s for next time. For now, my friend will draw us.”

Next time?” I wondered, then her mouth took my cock, sucking it deep. I could feel her tongue on me. Then she pulled back, holding me, examining me. My cock was throbbing in her hand as the ribber dick slid in and out of my ass. Then she took me back into her mouth. I could feel her hair on my balls and stomach. She consumed me.

I tried to prolong the sensation, but I was already too close. I exploded into her mouth. I moaned. My contractions along with her sucking emptied me. Then her mouth left my cock, and the dick in my ass slid out. Unexpectedly my blindfold was removed. She was inches from me, smiling, a drop or two of my cum at the edge of her lips. Then we kissed, and my entire load slid into my mouth.

As she pulled away, stringers of cum stretched from my lips to hers. “Swallow,” she instructed.

I did.

Then I felt Cindy pull up close. “Our next late class is in two weeks. I’ll expect you. Don’t worry about the earlier class. I want you two for this one.”

“Yes,” I responded.

“And be ready for anything. This class will be a sellout."