Message-ID: <24186asstr$958687917@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000518190017.77422.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Orestes W" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Artistic Merit (tv MF MM exhib) by Orestes Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 18:12:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates "Artistic Merit " Story codes: tv MF MM exhib By Orestes orestes007@hotmail.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes *** This work is copyright (c) 2000 by Orestes. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *** I truly don't know if Rachel saw through my act. She was so damned serious about art. I could tell by the way she hung on every word of the professor. My own interest in the arts was less genuine. It was just an easy minor up to this point. The plan was that I would graduate with a major in physical education, and a minor in art, and never have to do a moment of real work in either one. So far, it had been an easy ride, but now that I was in my last year, the students who filled the other chairs in my art classes were different. They were like Rachel, and totally bought into the culture of art appreciation. I had to pretend a bit to fit in. It didn't make it any easier that the professor, Allan Weaver, was really into modern art. He would show us slides of the most abstract crap, and praise it as the best art of the twentieth century. The weirder the better, it seemed. " I want you to open your minds, and commit to experimenting with various ways of communicating your artistic vision, " he told us in the first class. Most of our grade would be determined by a single project to be displayed any time during the semester. " I encourage you to consult with other pupils in this class in your personal project, but you will be graded individually on your own completed piece. " That was the cue for the class to divide up into little artistic cliques. I latched onto the group with Rachel right away. There was something about her that I found irresistible. I had passed some of my earlier courses with a foray into erotic photography. If I could convince Rachel to be my model, I was just sure I could pass the course. And even if I didn't... well, nude pictures of this cute thing would be worth the cost of the course. To my surprise, she agreed to do it. " Whatever you need me to do, Rylan, it won't bother me. It's for the sake of art. Of course, in return, I hope you'll be my model. " " Definitely, " I told her. Those are the fickle winds of fortune. When they're blowing your way, you just have to put up your sails, and blow along with them. I excitedly planned a photo session for the next week. In the meantime, whenever I saw her in class, my heart skipped a few beats in anticipation. The girl was a work of art in herself. Not in a Baywatch sort of way, mind you. She had these dark framed glasses that really accented her blue eyes, and short auburn hair that she clipped out of her face with barrettes. I got little hints of her body through the baggy clothing she always wore, but I was looking forward to getting a better view. In fact, my mind was so occupied with her, that by the time I actually had the camera in my hands, and she was pulling her T-shirt over her head, I had no idea what kind of artistic statement I was trying to make with the photographs. I looked at her through the lens of the camera like a voyeur, catching a glimpse into an unknown woman's bedroom. She undressed as if I wasn't even there, completely unashamed. I caught a glimpse of the top of her breasts as she bent forward to take of her khakis. Then I could see those pale blue panties, so beautifully outlining her ass. Her body was untouched by the sun, pale and soft. I realized I was shaking a little. Her eyes caught the lens, and my moment of voyeurism was over. " Where do you want me ?" I desperately wished that I had given this some thought before I asked her over to my apartment. She continued to undress, slipping off her socks, and then unsnapping her bra. " How about a few shots with you just leaning against the wall ?" She nodded. There was no shame as she revealed her breasts to the camera's view. They were small but perfect. Her nipples puffed out from the roundness of those wonderful mounds. I took my first photo as she bent forward again to pull down her panties. I captured the outline of those pointed nipples they hung invitingly beneath her. For the first time since I began taking art course, I began to feel inspired. I wanted to do justice to her beauty. She was the perfect model. Every movement of her body was carefully planned. She was willing to take any pose, and lose herself in the art. I tried to keep up with her, to capture every nuance of her beauty. In the end, I shot three rolls of film, my hands shaking as I changed rolls. There was something very special about this girl, and I was eager to capture it. Our final set of shots were close-ups. My cock bulged in my jeans as I knelt behind her naked body and steadied the camera for a shot of her raised ass. She allowed me this pose, and then spread her legs a little more so that I could include her pussy in the next picture. We were taking a slow pace now. I circled her quietly, taking pictures of her on her hands and knees. Finally, I sunk down in front of her. We were nearly face to face. I found my shot. I captured the tops of her breasts as they hung beneath her, and the gentle curve of her soft belly behind them. For a second, I thought that we would kiss, but I let the moment pass. I regretted it later, but I was too absorbed in the photography. When we were finally done, I could barely wait to develop the film. It's hard to be objective. The next day, I stood in the dark room while her images ripened on the paper. Surrounded by her beauty, it was hard to choose just a few of the shots for display. Rachel was perfect. I couldn't wait to exhibit the photos to the class. " Ladies and gentlemen, " announced the professor, " it appears we have the first completed project of the semester. Rylan Davies is ready to display his photographic series, entitled Perfection. " Rachel sat nearby. I wondered how she would feel about the photos I chose. Sure, she was unashamed when posing, but this would be in front of all her classmates. The room darkened as I prepared the slide show. The first slide appeared on the screen. I had started the series looking for a little shock value. It was the close-up of Rachel's ass and pussy from behind. Her privates covered the entire screen, in vivid black and white. There was no sound from the room. Every detail was clear for all to see. Rachel was displayed for the world, only they didn't know who she was. I paused on this one. Maybe I was showing off a bit. A full body shot, cropped just below Rachel's face. We had agreed not to reveal each other's identities in our displays. In this shot, she cupped her beautiful little breasts in her hands, as if offering them to the viewer of the photograph. Just a shade of hair covered her crotch. This was the shot that had almost ended in a kiss. It wasn't the best of the photos, but it carried an extra erotic thrill for me. I sneaked a glance at Rachel now, her face dimly lit by the light of the slide projector. She was wearing a little smile, but didn't return my glance. There were twelve shots in all, each one fully nude. When the lights came up again, the class clapped politely for my presentation. After class, while I was itching to talk to Rachel, and see her reaction to the slide show, the professor called me over. The other students emptied out of the room. " Frankly, Mr. Davies, I wasn't impressed by your work, " the stuck-up prick told me. " Perhaps in your rush to be the first to present your project, you didn't spend enough time planning. The photos were attractive enough, but they lacked any artistic vision. I didn't know what message you were trying to convey." So there it was. It was the only time since I came here that I even cared enough about a project to put any effort into it, and Mr. Weaver dismissed my work completely. Rachel was waiting for me when I left the room. " How did you do ?" " Pretty good, " I lied. I didn't want her to know how badly the guy had trashed me. " So, when do we work on your project ?" " Soon, " she seemed excited. " I'm working on the details right now. I'm really glad that you're going to help me with it, Rylan. I wouldn't trust too many guys to be secure enough to do this, but you obviously have no problem with a little bit of nudity for the sake of art. " I smiled. I was itching to find out what she had in mind, but she wouldn't give me any details. We still talked in class, but she kept her project a secret from me. Of course, I still had the photos, and I visited them often. Unlike the ones I had shown the class, the pictures in my private collection showed Rachel's face clearly. As the semester drew towards a close, she called me up to model for her project. When I went to her apartment, she finally explained some of the details. " My project is an interactive piece of artwork. I want to involve the viewer directly in the experience. " I cocked my head. I wasn't quite getting this. She was amused. " Don't worry, you'll understand by the end of the night. I'm just going to do a test run tonight with a few close friends. It's a completely safe environment. I'll make a few adjustments over the next couple of weeks, and then present you to the class. " " Wait a second... what do you mean, you'll present *me* to the class. " " You're part of the project. It's an interactive display. Just keep an open mind, and try to relax. I'll hide your face so that no one will know who you are. " The whole thing had me really damned curious. Besides, she had been a really good sport about the way I had exhibited her body to the class. I couldn't very well turn around and claim to be shy. " Okay, I'm in. What do you need me to do ?" " Take off your clothes, and we'll give you a bath. " That sounded promising. She led me to her washroom, and watched while I undressed. The water was already in the tub. My cock stood straight outwards, and Rachel looked at it appraisingly, as if judging how well it would fit into her artistic concept. " So, tell me a little about the project. I'm dying to know, " I asked her, as I settled into the warm soapy water. She picked up a sponge, and began to wipe me down. The feeling was wonderful. Despise having all of those naughty pictures of her in various poses, I found myself looking down her blouse as she washed me. Something about a sneaked peek still gets to me. Rachel wouldn't answer my question. She just told me, " It's probably going to be a little bit uncomfortable for you, but I really need some shock value. Promise me to give it your best try, and if you want to back out after tonight, I guess I'll understand. " I knew how much this grade meant to her, and I didn't want to let her down. Whatever it was, I'd go through with it for tonight. Hopefully, it wouldn't be so bad in the end. " Okay, let's shave your legs, " she instructed. I gave her a little smirk of displeasure, but I helped her to shave my legs and ass clean of hair. She then did the same to my chest and armpits. When I stepped out of the tub, the feeling of the cool air against this newly exposed skin gave me goose bumps. " Next is your mask. I want to make sure you can breathe okay in this. " The mask was horrific looking. It was obvious that Rachel had crafted it herself for this project. The false head had long blonde hair, curled into intricate ringlets, but where the face should have been was only a blank space. Rachel helped me to fit the mask over my head, and then secured it around my neck with a leather strap. I could breath okay because of some small holes around my mouth and nose, but I couldn't see at all now. I had no way of know just how strange I now looked in the outlandish mask. " Just sit down, " she instructed me, leading me back out to the living room. " I have a few more adjustments to make before strapping you in. " I was trying to remind myself to be a good sport when she began applying fake nails onto my fingers. I could smell the glue as she fussed over each of my fingers. Of course, I now knew what direction she was going with this. With the shaving, the long blonde wig, and now fake nails, she was transforming my appearance to be more feminine. Again, I resolved to just go along with everything. The feelings weren't unpleasant, really, and it wasn't much more personal than what I had asked her to do for my project. My cock had been hard since the moment I took my clothes off in the washroom, and remained erect as she painted my fingernails. " This is really coming out nicely, " she told me. " Let's get your corset on. " Corset ? I wasn't even sure what that was. I couldn't talk clearly through the mask, so I just had to wait to find out. She had me stand up, and fitted something around my midsection. The feel of it was leather, although I couldn't be sure. Then she began to tighten it. I grunted as the cruel garment compressed my belly. Rachel was relentless. " Just a little more, " she told me at least three times. By the time it was as tight as she wanted, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Her hands quickly roamed over my body, renewing my erection. She checked my legs to make certain they were smooth, and then had me sit back on the sofa while she dressed me a little more. I could feel some underwear being pulled up my legs, but she stopped at my upper thighs. The tight lacy underwear clung to my thighs while she worked some long socks up to my knees. I could feel her strapping on some shoes too, but they seemed different. When she stood me up again, I knew why. They were high heels, and I had trouble keeping my balance in them. As a final touch, she fit me into a bra. I could feel her fidgeting with some inserts to make the bra look realistic. In my mind's eye, I considered what I must look like. The most ridiculous thing was that my cock was still standing straight out. I'm fairly well-endowed that way, and so it must have looked doubly odd on my feminized body. " You're doing so great, " Rachel hugged me. " We're almost ready to start. I just have to strap you into the display now. " She led me by the hand. I was lost in direction, but I assumed that we were gong into her spare room, where she had been working on everything. Rachel coached me onto my knees. " Remember, Rylan, I'm only letting my close friends in tonight, so you don't have to worry. Nobody knows who you are at all. Just try to relax, and I'll have you out of here in less than an hour. " If the situation had been any different, I would have been freaking out by now. The fact is, I did feel somewhat safe in Rachel's hands. She had trusted me with her body, and made no complaint about the lewd way I had displayed it for the class. Now I trusted her. Besides, no one here would even see my face. It wasn't until she strapped down my arms that I began to have second thoughts. The tightness of the corset forced me into a humiliating posture on my hands and knees. My ass was completely exposed, and my engorged cock hung down between my legs. The thought of anyone seeing me this way was both horrifying and arousing. It gave me an odd exhibitionist thrill to think that some of Rachel's friends would be gawking at my private parts. Who were these girls, I wondered. Classmates ? Friends ? Neighbours ? Rachel made a few final adjustments to the straps. " Okay, Rylan, you're all strapped in. I just have one more thing to do, and I hope you don't get too mad at me about it. Just relax, and it will go in much more easily. " Go in ? What the hell was she talking about ? The next instant answered my question. I felt her finger on my rear hole, working lubrication into me. She was gentle but insistent in pushing her finger inside of me. I couldn't stop her, but to tell the truth, I wasn't sure I wanted to. After my initial shock, there was something incredibly erotic about having Rachel play with me sexually this way. She pulled her finger out, and an instant later, something else was pushing against me. It was smooth and lubricated, and took surprisingly little effort for her to insert. There was something odd about the shape of it. It was long like a vibrator, but tapered at both ends. Once it was within me, there was little discomfort. My anal opening closed around the end of it, keeping it firmly within me. I briefly wondered how she would retrieve the device, but then I realized that there was some sort of wire extending out of it and protruding out of my ass. The whole idea of it was quite weird. " That's it Rylan. Please try to relax. If you struggle, it will ruin everything. " Struggle ? What would be the point ? I was tied in so tightly that I couldn't move more than an inch in any direction. I heard a click behind me, like the latch on a door closing. I was alone now, and soon Rachel would send in a friend to see her exhibit. I breathed as slowly as I could, trying to keep control of my nervousness. My cock was still semi-erect, and hung between my spread legs. The latch clicked again. Then there was a gasp. Rachel's friend was shocked by what she saw. I guess that's what Rachel was looking for. It's hard to describe my emotion. I was mortified by some stranger seeing me this way, but I rationally knew that she couldn't tell who I was. I was also excited by the idea of some girl looking at my body as an object of art, even if I was feminized at the time. The door didn't click again right away. The girl was still looking. Then there was a noise. It was a metallic clank, exactly like you would hear if feeding a quarter into a pinball machine. It came from behind me. As soon as I heard the coin land, the vibrations started. The device that Rachel had put into my ass began to shake within me, gently at first, and then more vigorously. The sensations were incredible. The smooth plastic was rubbing against something within me, and it definitely felt good. I heard the girl giggle from behind me as my cock quickly grew to its full size, and began to twitch with pleasure. My physical reaction was shameful. This girl was watching a live sex show, and I was powerless to control my reaction. The whole thing was incredibly exciting. Finally, the buzzing stopped, and I heard the girl leave the room. It was a few minutes before the next girl came in. She giggled right away, and just couldn't seem to stop herself. " Oh my god, how did Rachel get some guy to do this ?" Then there was a familiar sound. The coin dropped into the slot, and my ass began to shake again. My cock jerked repeatedly as the sensations washed over me. I felt something now too. The warmth of her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and then cupped my balls. The physical contact excited me, but also reminded me of my position. She could touch me any way she wanted, and I was powerless to stop her. Anyone who walked through that door would have the same kind of instant power over me. I was just an object of art. She continued to squeeze and fondle my balls until the vibrations stopped. I groaned in frustration as I was left just short of an orgasm. The door latch clicked again, and I was alone. My body was burning with excitement. The door opened again, but this time, there was no giggle. " Holy fuck, " the male voice said. He sounded like he could be my age. I cringed at the thought. Somehow, I had envisioned that all of Rachel's friends tonight would be females. Now, I was shamefully displayed for another guy, who must have been looking down at me with disbelief. I tried to take control of myself. My cock was throbbing with frustration, and I was powerless to control my arousal. Clink. The coin dropped in. The sensations were even more intense now that I was trying to control them. As the vibrator clicked into full speed, my cock pumped shamefully with pleasure. I couldn't let this happen, I tried to tell myself. I couldn't let some guy see me get off while in this position. I thought about the way I must look, with the tight corset giving me a girlish figure, and the long blonde hair falling over my shoulders. I thought about the pair of lacy panties that were stretched between my thighs. I could feel the fake breasts jiggling beneath me as my body began to convulse against the leather straps. The shame came onto me in waves, each one culminating with a jet of cum from my twitching cock. In my utter humiliation, I couldn't believe that I had cum without any stimulation of my penis. My cock continued to pump and dribble cum for as long as the vibrator stayed on. When the device stopped, the door clicked soon after. It was fifteen minutes before Rachel returned to me. " Oh god, Rylan, you were so perfect. I can't thank you enough. " She began to untie my arms and legs from the display. I stayed still until she popped the vibrator out of my ass. Then I helped her to remove the tight mask from my face. I can't say why I wasn't angry at her. I was more angry at myself. Rachel hugged me tightly and gave me a couple of little kisses in appreciation. When I stood up, I finally got a good look at the display. It was an intricate work. She had constructed a private viewing booth of sorts. From the inside, it seemed like the kind of booth you would find in a sex shop, complete with lewd graffiti on the walls, and a box of tissues on a counter to one side. I had been strapped to the floor of this booth. To one side was a coin slot, hooked up to a wire that led to the vibrator in my ass. On the far wall was a mirror, presumably so that the viewer could see my body from every angle as the vibrator goes on. I lowered my eyes to the floor. Where I had been positioned, there was a pool of cum on the floor. Rachel read my look. " Don't worry about that, Rylan. You were wonderful. I'll clean it all up, " she gave me another little kiss. It's funny how quickly my feelings were soothed by her attentions. I left her apartment with mixed feelings. Over the next few days, I tried to sort through everything. I was clearly quite turned on by the display. Maybe more than I had ever been before. There was such a wonderful mixture of exhibitionism, humiliation, and a desire to please Rachel. When I looked at her pictures now, I remembered the way she had helped me to shave, and had lovingly fussed over my appearance. What for ? So that I could be an object, to be viewed for amusement. The giggles of those girls still echoed in my head. It was all so confusing, but I fantasized about it constantly. Even, I'm ashamed to admit, the part about the guy watching me cum. It was the ultimate degradation, but it made me want to jerk off every time I thought about it. It just rubbed in the humiliation of being transformed into a girl. Being seen like that by another guy was, well, incredibly exciting. Rachel called a few days later. " Hi Rylan. I wanted to thank you again for agreeing to do all of this for me. I hope you're not mad about anything. " " I'm not really... well, I'm not mad. It was just a little extreme. " " Well, we only have to do it one more time. I swear, I'll never let anyone know that it's you. Just think about it that way. You're completely anonymous. " That was the only thing that stopped me from refusing outright. It was strange, but on some level, I was anticipating the coming display with excitement. If I didn't chicken out, it would be an amazing experience to be seen that way by my classmates, while still remaining anonymous. " Well, I guess I'm still game. " I didn't want to seem too anxious. " Great, " she said enthusiastically. " There's just one more thing. " " What's that ?" " It's nothing major, really. But in art, every detail counts. Um, you have a tan line that looks like running shorts. It's very masculine looking, and pretty noticeable when you're in that... position. " I'm a physical education major. Of course I was going to have a bit of a tan line. What was her point ? She continued. " It would fit in with the artwork much better if you had a different tan line. More like bikini bottoms. There's a tanning studio nearby, and I'd be willing to pay for a few sessions to give you the right look. " I thought about refusing. Of course, I had already given up my body hair for this project. What would a tan line hurt ? So four times over the next week and a half, I went to the tanning studio, and wore a pair of bikini bottoms that Rachel provided. Thank goodness the tanning bed are private. I would have died if anyone saw how horny it made me to wear the girls swim wear. In the end, she was pleased with the results. She took a look once I arrived at the college, and met her in the conference room she had booked for the display. Already she had assembled the peep show booth in the centre of the room. I arrived a half hour before the exhibition, so that no one would see me come in. " Those tan lines are wonderful, " Rachel told me. She looked so cute today, wearing a short skirt and a tight black top. " Did you shave before coming ?" " Yeah, but I'm really starting to get nervous about this. Maybe someone will notice I'm missing from the class, and know that it's me. " " Don't worry. Because the project is sexually explicit, Mr. Weaver is going to excuse any students who might be uncomfortable from having to view my piece. Probably half the class won't come. No one will miss you at all. " That made me feel a little better. It was one thing to be treated like an object, but it was quite another for anyone who knows me to see how much I enjoyed it. Again, Rachel helped me into my outfit. If at all possible, the corset was on even tighter this time. She left he mask for last. This time, I could see the effect of all of the other changes. Tight white knees socks gave a feminine look to my calves. The tight corset formed my waist into impossible proportions. The red lacy bran and panties completed the outrageous image. The new tan line was just one more odd detail in Rachel's artistic vision. By the time Rachel strapped me into position, and tightened the mask around my face, my cock was fully engorged, and my excitement was growing in expectation of the first classmate who would see me this way. When everything else was in place, I could feel her fingers again, working lubrication into my ass. She pushed the vibrator in with no resistance. It was only once I was alone in the booth that I began to doubt my decision. Even if my class mates didn't know who I was, it was still endlessly shameful to submit to this kind of project. Unlike when I was in Rachel apartment, I knew in advance that close to half of the viewers would be males. I wasn't sure how that made me feel. The latch to the booth clicked open, and then I knew I was alone with the first of today's audience. I heard the familiar gasps and giggles as the girl drank in the lewd spectacle. I was trembling with desire by the time she dropped a coin into the slot, and my ass began to shake. The vibrator seemed stronger than the first time. I wondered if this was one of the 'adjustments' that Rachel had talked about. The smooth plastic gyrated so rapidly, I felt like I was actually being fucked by it. But it felt so good. The girl gasped again as my cock began to dribble pre-cum. It jerked and spasmed with pleasure, but I was able to keep myself from cumming this time. She left the booth just after the buzzing stopped. I wasn't sure I could handle much more of this. I guess I hadn't thought about it much, but there were more than sixty students in Mr. Weaver's art class. Even if only half of them showed up, I was going to have to go through a couple of dozen sessions like that one. The next two were quiet, so I wasn't sure if they were guys or girls. That was difficult. One of them even fondled my balls a bit. The door clicked shut, and then quickly opened again. It was Rachel. " You're doing wonderfully. Those three seemed really impressed. I just wanted to add one more touch before we continue. " I cocked my head as I heard another coin being fed into the slot. Why on earth would Rachel want to turn on the vibrator ? " I know it's embarrassing for you, but I really thought that the cum on the floor was a nice touch last time. I want everyone else to see it too. " As the vibrator moved around inside me, I could feel Rachel's firm hand around my cock. On the one hand, it was like a dream come true, being stroked by my fantasy girl. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel the humiliation of her using me this way. Like a coin-operated slut. " Come on Rylan... I want to see you cum for me. I want everyone else who comes in to see how much you enjoy being a dressed like this, and being used like this. That's it, cum for me like a good girl. " I couldn't help myself. Once I began to orgasm, my cock kept pumping involuntarily with the stimulation in my ass. I could feel with shame that Rachel was watching me now, dribbling and squirting cum while the vibrator finished its cycle. " That's really good. It looks just perfect, your penis still dribbling that way. You've got a nice little collection of cum underneath you now. I'm turning up the intensity of the vibrator so that you'll keep getting hard for the others. You know, art is all about the details. " She was right. I wouldn't have expected it, but my cock continued to get hard from the anal stimulation. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the urge to cum again. The excitement was just too intense. I thought about the way I must look to the guys who were coming in, with my sissy little bikini line, and the pool of sperm under my hard cock. It would be obvious that I was getting off on this humiliating transformation into a feminized sex object. One by one, I could hear the giggles and comments of the guys and girls as they passed through the booth, feeding coins into the slot to see my ass vibrate. I came one more time, when one of the girls took hold of my twitching cock. I was at anyone's mercy. " Oh god, " she exclaimed, as my cock exploded unexpectedly in her hand. " This is gross. You got some on my hand. " For some reason, I felt ashamed for messing on her hand. She wiped the excess cum on the side of my ass before leaving the booth, and I could feel a trail of sperm running down my ass and onto my thigh. Even after cumming twice, my cock still reacted to the intense feelings in my ass. I tried to keep count as the different students came in and out of the booth. My prick continued to twitch and dribble pre-cum with excitement. I wondered at what kind of mess must be beneath me now. There was a pause from one of the last viewers. The door closed, and then I heard nothing for a couple of minutes. I wondered who was spending this much time looking at me displayed this way. Then came the unmistakable noise of a coin being deposited in the machine, and the vibrator came to life. There was a chuckle, but this one was definitely male. His eyes burned into me as my cock wriggled with pleasure. Having cum already twice, I was simply frustrated by the motions. I really hoped there weren't too many more students to go. When the buzzing stopped, the guy didn't leave. This was odd. Most everyone else seemed uncomfortable with the artwork, and left as soon as the vibrator finished. This one was taking his time. Then I felt something strange. There was a tugging on the cord to my vibrator. There was a slurping sound from my ass as the device was pulled free. " Let's just see how interactive this exhibit is. " I panicked. Suddenly, I recognized the voice. It was the professor. Somehow, knowing who was looking at me this way made everything feel strange again. I was still anonymous, but I knew exactly who was looking at me now. And I knew that it was his finger exploring my ass now. The same man who had dismissed my own artwork with such smug pleasure was now pushing his knuckles into my rear end. I considered making a noise. This was going far beyond what Rachel had planned. Then I thought about the embarrassment it would cause me if someone came to help. They would surely find out who I was. I couldn't handle that. His finger left me. I was left with a sick sort of anticipation. I heard something being unzipped. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The head of his cock rested against my stretched and lubricated hole. He groaned with pleasure as he pushed himself into me a little. He wasn't even wearing a condom. Allan Weaver's tool was much larger than the little vibrator my ass had become accustomed to. As he pushed his full length into me, I could feel that same pleasurable sensation that the vibrator had provided, only with greater intensity with his increased size. The reality of my position began to sink in. A guy was actually fucking me. He took hold of the sides of the leather corset, and began pumping me doggy style. I could feel his balls slapping against my crotch with every thrust. Not only was he fucking me like a girl, but I was even gift wrapped for that purpose. Involuntarily, my cock was responding to the movement in my ass. It had almost become a conditioned response now. I could feel the pre-cum freely flowing from the tip of my cock again. " I wonder where Rachel found a sweet slut like this to participate in this exhibit. Do you think I should remove the mask and find out ?" I shook my head vigorously. " Oh, then I should just keep fucking you, right ?" Hesitantly, I nodded. " Good. I like to know that my girlfriends are willing. " The thing is, he wasn't too far from the truth. While some part of me was screaming for him to stop, the intense humiliation of being fucked like a sex object was turning me on in a way I had never known. I thought about the fact that other students were probably waiting outside of the door for him to finish, and that Rachel was probably in her glory that the professor was taking so long inside. My arms and legs strained against the leather straps as he increased his rhythm. With one hand, he continued to hold my waist, but with the other, he reached underneath me now, and grabbed hold of my dick. What was most humiliating is how quickly I came in his hand. For the third time in less than two hours, my body shook, and my balls emptied onto the floor. My cock continued to spasm as he fucked my tight opening. He chuckled again. " The things we do for the sake of art. " I could feel the head of his prick swelling within me. As his final insult to me, he was going to deposit his cum into my virgin ass, and there was nothing I could do about it. Again and again, he pressed his body against me, driving his cock as deeply as he could make it reach. I felt the warmth of his cum filling me, and the pressure of his swelling cock head against the walls of my ass. I waited in silence as he withdrew himself from me. I could hear the slurp of my sperm filled ass releasing him. Before he left, he took a moment to straighten himself up. He slid the vibrator back into place for the next customer, but I could feel some of his cum dribbling out of my hole. Anyone who came in would see that. Two more students, and the day was done. Rachel was aglow when she came in to release me. She pretended not to notice the cum leaking down my ass. She just hugged me and thanked me for helping her. In truth, I didn't want to talk about it anyhow. My own feelings of arousal had been more than unsettling, and I was anxious to leave it all behind me. One final week of class would do the trick. At the end of the last class, Professor Weaver handed out our project marks. I was pretty sure that I knew what he would give me, so I wasn't too excited. Rachel could hardly contain herself. We left the class together, and paused outside of his door to open the envelopes with our project reviews. Rachel's smile disappeared as she read the first page. " Oh my god, Rylan, this is horrible. " " What ?" " He failed me. He goddamned failed me. He gave me an 'F'. His written comments say that my project was entirely without 'artistic merit' . " I was as stunned as she was. Rachel was exactly the kind of student who would do well in class like this. As an afterthought, I opened my own envelope. It was the strangest thing. Despite the way he had trashed my erotic photography, he scored me an 'A'. ' You obviously understand the things we do for the sake of art, ' was all that he wrote beside it. --- Comments can be forwarded to: orestes007@hotmail.com All of my stories can be found at: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+