Art School Figure Model Orgasm
I’ve always been curvy and thick. Guys never wanted to date me for the most part, but I had a healthy sense of humor so I did have friends. Lots of friends, lots of clubs, but never a date, never a boyfriend. Was a virgin for a long long time, believe me :)
One gig I had consistently was as a nude model in a figure drawing class at the local university. I had answered an ad for full figured models a few years back and have been modeling there for the past 18 months. Very clean and innocent: I show up in my clothes, change into a robe when I arrive and then pose in front of the classroom with some drapery for modesty- but my thick body, curvy ass and bountiful nipples and breasts make for the perfect figure drawing subject. The days I model are quiet and peaceful.
Earlier in the year I had finished my modeling session and headed back to retrieve my backpack I had left. The room was empty, lights off and I assumed everyone had gone. The instructor, the man who hired me and paid me every week was back in his office, though the lights were dim. I headed over in a hurry and unfortunately I interrupted him in a private moment: he stood at his desk, small reading lamp illuminating the drawing on his desk. His cock was out, hard and he was stroking it with focus and intention. I looked at the desk and realized he was stroking himself to a nude drawing of me he had created in class.
Could this really be happening?
It felt like something from fiction.
It was too late. He knew I saw him. He saw me. I saw the drawing and he knew I saw it. I looked up and our eyes met. He was serious. I tried to smile. Softly.
I said no words.
He said “ this is awkward but I must admit…”
I slid close to him before he could finish the sentence. Our mouths connected as we didn’t know what else to do really. He tasted good. He smelled good. I’m 21, he’s 42, but for that moment we simply connected.
His hands unbuttoned my shirt easily as I slid out of my skirt. His cock was hard between us as my warm hands caressed it, honestly holding a cock for the very first time. His hands caressed my breasts like the thick round sculptures that they were. Fingertips on my belly and thighs.
I layback on his desk and open my legs as he slides on top of me. He slides in and we just fit together like we were made for this. My pussy envelopes his cock and seems to expand to accept it and squeezes down to caress it. Tighten on it. God this feels good.
He says “ I just need to come inside you. I’ve needed to feel this every week for so so long “
Not sure if I wanted this to happen or not, I’m flattered by his hunger, his passion. I pull him closer into my legs and against my body and before I know it I feel his thrusting stop. My hands grab his ass instinctively and I feel a flood of semen fill me. Warm and milky and shooting into me in waves, he unloads into me: 3…4…5…6….7 spasms of come….and then he’s calm.
He’s quiet. I’m quiet. I’m confused but realize what we all just shared. Nervously I try to say something and he just eases off me, out of me, his cock soft and wet against my leg. I quietly assemble my things. We share an unspoken hug and I leave.