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Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my tedious cosmos in a little town in North strake and went to play as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the Orient Midlands of England. It was a courageous decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM powder magazine that individual had left in the styler where I worked. I didn't really screw what I was letting myself in for, but I really did call for to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unconvincing, but I was so desperate to change my life sentence that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

http : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my diary you will unwrap that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to make that I have a animation that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my spirit and all the minuscule adventure that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), irreverent white meat that have small nimbus and giant pap. When they're heavily Jon says they're like chapel service hat pin. I have a nice firm, flatcar tummy with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold pack that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my backtalk. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bra, knee breeches, trousers, leggings or short ; and 90 % of my chick and apparel can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy female child, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a corking quiver from letting other multitude see my body.

I hope that's enough to fulfil the people who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would like to email me with specific questions.

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to turn back writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for approximation for piddling adventures or incidents that we could construct to have some fun. We've found one or two floor that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the textbook in my diary, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to imitate. I've started thinking that way as well.

The escapade I'm about to distinguish is when Jon decided that I should further my educational activity a bit by : -

Going to Night School

If you've read my journal you will bang that I'm not a very big soul ( well, the feature article that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite youth looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I'd lost my parttime job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty shop was in watch fire. Just after Christmastide 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to pass days sitting through boring deterrent example, but after a couple of hour of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive school at the other face of township and I signed-up for computer Literacy trend. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next night he took me to a college and into an Art class. When I saw all the bookman sketching a gang of flowers that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a fiddling upset and mad. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of bit later the teacher came into the schoolroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life fashion model. At first I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to set for the class. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd mannerism for the class on each Monday evening for the next 4 week.

This is what happened at the grade - well the interesting bits.

Computer course of instruction

I was just starting to put some dress on to go to my inaugural evening class when Jon told me to wear off a blouse and chick. The blouse he told me to fall apart was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 push button. This meant that the highest button that was fastened was right in the middle of my knocker. As soon as Jon told me that I realised that he wanted me to let the instructor see inside my blouse. I didn't need telling twice ; in fact I was looking forward to it. I made sure that the blouse wasn't tucked into my chick much so that it only needed me to lean forward a slight for there to be a yawn golf hole for him to see in when he stood future to me.

I put a coating on and motor Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the justly classroom, 4 former people were already sat in front of PCs talking to each early. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coat off one of the previous men's eyes opened blanket when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a tenuous pause he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the side of an aisle so that the teacher would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to lean forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my second joint would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald loins too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 people came in and then the instructor. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man ; well he was wearing a marriage doughnut. After the launching the teacher got us to swop the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the different bit of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the clitoris that he was telling us to fall into place on. After he tried to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to show me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his caterpillar tread when he saw my skirt and legs. I saw him crimson a niggling as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the screen. As he walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a mo before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 minutes I couldn't find another clit. This sentence the man didn't pain in the neck to describe where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another twosome of times and then just before the end of the moral I needed his help again. This metre he came and stood in presence of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to show me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The secondment lesson.

When I arrived the next week I was a fiddling of late and there was only one PC rid. That was in the centre of the figurehead row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( Peter President Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous instructor was peaked and that he would be taking over the form. When we did the troll introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the following soul. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my supporter Debbie and the fun that she used to birth at school.

This teacher tends to go off the field of study a bit and cony on about thing that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his 3rd trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to work him back to earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the moral, but I was getting bored listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knee joint share.

Saint Peter was walking back and forth across the figurehead of the way and so deep into his little tarradiddle that it took ages for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did calculate over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went shining red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my skirt, for a few minute then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to turn a loss it from that period in the deterrent example. He kept sneaking glances at my stage and cunt, but he looked as if he was a racy schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help former students with trouble, he wouldn't come near me. Each sentence I asked him a question he stayed at the front and explained in great detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the moral he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple of the scholarly person talking as they went out, one was saying that the teacher was cute and shy.

The third lesson.

I'd enjoyed my niggling game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous week and wanted to continue it so I arrived early to pass water certainly that I got the Lapplander PC. I was a slight surprise to detect that not only was the instructor already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the front of the class. I was looking at it when Peter said ‘ good evening ’, and explained that he'd had an accident and injure a leg. He was going to use the chair so that he didn't have as far to walk.

‘ Oh yeah'I thought, but didn't say anything. It could sprain out better than planned.

The rest of the students arrived and the grade got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, misplace top, and some of the women were giving me dirty look ; but I'm used to that. My only interest that night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

St. Peter the Apostle explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 minutes he sat on the chairperson and kept talking. After a while he gave us an exercise to do and as I started it I looked up and saw where he was looking.

My knees had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at low, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

I got on with the exercise but kept looking up whenever no one was asking him a question. He certainly wasn't as shy as he'd been the previous week.

individual at the back asked him another interrogative sentence and he had to go and present them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't help noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a limp dick either, and there was quite a excrescence in the front tight of his jean. It looked quite sore.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his gibbousness told me he was and I could feel my juice seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my snatch and fiddling amber ring.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer skirt on it would have risen up. As it was my desolate posterior was on the wooden death chair. I let my depart hand drop curtain onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and draw one of my pack or jerk my clit.

The first clock time I did it Peter did a double take. The second time his head moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the drill there was a gap while some of the slower students caught up. I used that prison term to ‘ toy'with my clit and annulus. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

Peter was mesmerised and missed a distich of question. One of the old men had to repeat himself tatty, to get Peter to snap out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a like way and I was finding it unmanageable trying to type with my right wing script whilst playing with my clit with my left-hand hand. It's not the actual typing ; it's concentrating enough to recognise what to type.

By the clip the moral was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to leave without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when Peter said that there was just one more niggling affair to do before we all went menage, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my mouth lips shut, and went over the bound. Somehow I managed to maintain quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - former than Peter. When I opened my eyes and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my grimace. I smiled and he went vivid red.

At the end of the moral Peter asked me to break back for a bit. As I waited for everyone else to leave alone I was wondering if he was going to try and hit on me. In a way he did, he asked me if I'd go for a drunkenness with him. I lied and told him that my hubby was waiting away for me.

The side by side couple of calendar week were very similar to the third gear week. Saint Peter the Apostle kept sitting on the chair in front of me, but his walking hitch had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to drop a line about it.

Art socio-economic class

Week 1

I was very uneasy as I drove to the college. to begin with that afternoon I spent eld trying to decide what I should fag. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was interested in what I was wearing going to the socio-economic class. I put on a simple cotton plant mini dress and shoes.

I was still queasy as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn't just nervousness, it was excited nervousness.

When I walked in the classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a pregnant pause the teacher came over to me, said ‘ Hi'and asked me if I'd posed before. When I told him that I hadn't he told me that there was aught to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that coffee made me want to pee and that I didn't want to get to go right in the middle of the academic session. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The instructor then called for secrecy and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to adumbrate me.

While he was doing that I looked rung. There were about 20 people in there. Men and women of all eld from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just kept quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the CRT screen in the turning point, pick out my clothes off, put my robe on and come back. He said that he's put me in the affectedness that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okay !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a clothes and shoe to subscribe off it doesn't take long and I was back within second base. As I walked back I looked around and saw a twain of the men looking at me. One was a untried man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His looking at brought that familiar spirit tingle and dampness to my slit.

"That was fast"he said and pointed to a big tabular array in the midriff of the way. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the mesa with one leg bent at the human knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knees nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One handwriting was on the board behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to face up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was happy with my mannerism he called all the students over and started telling and showing then which parts of my eubstance he wanted them to concentrate on. One part was my knocker. As he said that my mammilla went even unvoiced than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my naked body. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my succus leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another next to her, but she wasn't quiet enough. I think that to the highest degree of the the great unwashed in there heard her say,"I've never seen a woman with doughnut down there before."

Eventually they all went back to their place and started drawing.

It was hard keeping still all that fourth dimension, but at the Sami time I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an timeless existence the teacher came to the nominal head and told me to have a 10 minute break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the example put their robes on for the jailbreak, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all mightily as I was.

Most of the educatee kept drawing but the young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his heart were everywhere but my oculus. It was nice ( and a bit exciting ) being chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn't, but I wanted to see how the drawing off were getting on. I excused myself and wandered round looking at the different drawings of me.

Some were quite trade good, I even thought about asking what would find to them after the lesson.

It was mirthful the way some of the scholar just totally ignored me and got on with their oeuvre. I guess that they were the serious artists.

Some of the men and a match of the immature women chatted to me as I walked round. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the benefit of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

existence naked in amongst those people gave me immix feelings. The serious artists did absolutely nothing for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was interchangeable to being at the naturist swim and on a naturist beach. The the great unwashed that I wasn't sure about made me palpate a little stimulate. The Sir Thomas More that I thought someone was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more unrestrained I got.

When I got to round to where the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That kitty quiver was very strong and I could really experience my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar protrusion in his pant. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him silly interrogative sentence about his stinking attempt to draw me. His answers sounded just as pudding head as my questions. If anyone was listening they must take in thought we were both artistic thickies.

The breaking came to an end and the instructor asked me to get back up on the table. As I was walking towards the table I decided that I'd better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean up my inert twat before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.

I started waking towards the classroom door when the instructor said,"Hadn't you unspoiled put some dress on ?"To be perfectly fair, the thought had crossed my mind but I wanted the fortune to take the air about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and appall someone.

I didn't really give the instructor a chance to say any more, I just said,"No, it's OK, it's only a few thousand and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the door and walking up the corridor.

The teacher was right, it was only 20 yards to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no prison term. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen anyone.

The secondment half of the lesson went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the instructor was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing screen the young man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to respond him because the instructor interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to proceed so still for so hanker and asked if I was okay to number back the next week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

Week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the same number of people who had been there the previous calendar week. I did notice an extra mates of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the chance to do anything or peach to anyone, and immediately brought the course of study to order. He told the year that I was going to posture in an strange office that night and that he wanted the students to add a slight bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ strange position'until he turned to me and whispered,"Jon has told me that you'll pose exactly as I tell you. You're not going to yield me any trouble are you ?"I was a bit scandalize and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the feeling that he was a consummate man. This dominant style took me my surprise.

"right hand,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the forget me drug ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a problem keeping still that Night. I turned towards the changing screen door and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the way. I turned back towards the teacher to secernate him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was busy opening a bag so after a quickly think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of the room where there were some electric chair. I turned to look the form and saw that about half the educatee were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher lift some circle out of the bag.

‘ Here goes'I said to myself, I looked at one man, smiled at him and then lifted my top up over my head. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the lilliputian piece of music of Velcro that was holding my dame up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my genu extensive apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My twat was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and hold my arms out while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the Mexican valium over blade frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to explicate that the school was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / twentieth century. It has had quite a phone number of ‘ extensions'added, some quite recently. We were in the old theatrical role, a undivided report building.

The teacher then told me to spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to sustain them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessity, as I was comfortable as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of clip hanging my radiocarpal joint, naked and spread-eagle. I looked down at the student and realised that my pussy was at about head height for most of the students. I got a little wetting agent as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pair of eyes staring at my pussy for the side by side hour.

The next 30 or so instant went in no clock time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a skillful daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the privy and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a luck to finish saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the potty when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some fille come in. I brought myself to an sexual climax while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art class"as if that would explicate everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped idle in his caterpillar track and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.

vertebral column in the classroom I wandered round looking at different views of my spread-eagle naked consistence. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and thread me with extra ropes and whang on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold rings was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the drawing before the instructor called me over to resume the pose. As I walked back I looked over to there the young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The teacher asked me if I was okay to continue and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the lesson came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was weird saying adieu to them as the walked passed me having one lowest look at my naked slit.

When they'd all gone the instructor came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different eccentric of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in populace I suspect, did you enjoy it ? He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to let me down.

He then told me that he'd got a bit of overtime lined-up for me and got another twain of Mexican valium out of his bag. He tied my right hand leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a couple of his first mate to come up and aim some photographs of me.



For some cause I didn't think that any harm could amount to me, only estimable, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another thrill and surge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 women came in and started getting cameras out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of exposure were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more photo were taken.

After about 5 minutes I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax dearest, we're not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn't be back following week."

The six of them took it in turns to pull in me cum either with their hands or their lip whilst the others kept taking more photo. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came in to flip the lights off and shut away up. poor man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be dismal, I'm not."

I didn't William Tell Jon about the photographers.

week 3

driving to the shoal I was wondering what was in computer memory for me. I'd put just a mislay fitting cotton mini apparel and horseshoe on, and as I walked into the school the air current was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit belatedly, and by the time I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit apprehensive that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive affectedness and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no duplicate turn. rivet on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get undressed and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my clothes straight up over my head, kicked my brake shoe off and climbed onto the tabular array. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to stupefy. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ acquire the emplacement ’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and support my organic structure with my bridge player on the story. I've lost could of the number of sentence that I've been in this position, and for how tenacious. If you add it all up it must be 24-hour interval, so another hour wasn't going to do often difference. The departure this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the time went very quickly as recalled the premature Night's sitting on the screwing machine at home. Jon had left me on the political machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

At the faulting I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't botheration to say anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aching in peace and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenager walking towards me. They were all dressed in sports gear and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a break open bit to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenagers ( boys and daughter ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the commentary that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to fail rank and file and let me through the midriff of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to stop and block the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and cunt, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the framework in the Art class. Another said that I shouldn't walk of life round the schoolhouse without wearing apparel on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should learn me a moral I started to get a little worried. They bundled me back into the female child's gutter and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the sonny should ‘ hump the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a nude sculpture model I should be made to nude model for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my limb they ran me all round the school corridors and remote through the car Park onto the main route, back into the shoal flat coat and onto the sports field. Most of the group were following us.

I suppose that the gent thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my coat of arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an exculpation to be naked in public and to ball over a few masses. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the lads were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to barge our way through a twosome of classes that were ending. I've no idea what they were, but all the people were grownup and we got a few comments from some of them. There were a few multitude in the car park and a lot more on the main route. I heard a pair of tyre screaming as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the midriff of the sports field of study the lads let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a lesson girl,"and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a min or so getting my breath back the worked out the trump way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big roundabout and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a twain of classroom windows to pass before could get back into the building and then down a short bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the path passed the classroom I looked in to see a duet of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grinning on his aspect.

When I got back the instructor asked me if I was all right, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the bite of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to make relaxed. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the young man who'd tried to natter me up was trying to pull in my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that any of the other students could see him unless they turned round of golf. Out center met for a endorse and instead of him getting on with his survey he rubbed the front man of his pant and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knees end. In event, right between my legs. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really enjoy following week's class. You'll go family shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his handbag and walked out saying,"Good, see you next calendar week then."

I put my dress and horseshoe on and went menage. When I told Jon about the group of teen he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit of late getting to the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to becharm the mode that I would soon be in. One of the char asked him what mood I would be in. His answer was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the offspring men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't pain in the ass looking for the changing screen and just whipped my clothes up and off. I didn't know what to have a bun in the oven other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My teat were already Rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the Saami way he'd done the second time I'd posed. This clock time he'd got me to endure on a few books and when my radiocarpal joint were secured he removed the book of account leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to open up my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the ramification of the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that point I didn't know if my state of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet puss and laborious nipple ; and being restrained like that for the succeeding hr wasn't going to exhaust me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to lead off off with. The teacher got a footling table and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few al-Qur'an and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for years, a metronome that he must have borrowed from the euphony room. Then he got a big feathering out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my twat. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My twat was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to happen to me I heard the instructor tell the bookman to concentrate on drawing my eubstance first. He told them that it would direct a while for my face to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a couple of minutes my mamilla were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my pussycat was really coming alert. I could feel my succus leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could say that because he said,"Try and guard it Vanessa, the scholar need more clip to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could endorse away, or close up my legs. I tried to concentrate on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the way at the faces of the scholarly person. I tried to center on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those people I'd see a movement out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the students were just getting on with their job. The other 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged char who was sketching with one handwriting whilst her other helping hand was sliding up and down her trunk. I had to look at someone else because I was trusted she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one young man who definitely had a erection, and he was licking his brim as well. Another older man was actually rubbing his hawkshaw through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My head was rolling from side to side and I could hear myself moaning. On top of that ( or should I say below that ), I could feel my juice rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a putz inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No Oklahoman than my starting time climax started to subside than I could feel a irregular starting. I tried to oppose it but I didn't stand a hazard. It hit me strong than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged womanhood was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her breeches ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to fare down from my eminent, the teacher came over and told me that it was clock time for a falling out. He stopped the metronome, took the feather off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the fault. When I told him that I was all right and was used to being restrained in similar lieu he said,"Good, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool down a bit and became very cognizant of the country of my slit and peg. I could feel my pussy gaping open air and my succus running down my legs. Even my feet felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the falling out a few of the students came and had a closer looking at at me. As I looked down on them I could see a smorgasbord of interest group and luxuria on their faces. I could see what looked corresponding painful bump in the trousers of to the highest degree of the men. One of the younger men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and get together mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could learn him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his putz that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new feather in the metronome and started it going again. My dead body jumped as the plumage touched my pussy the first meter. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I was all decent to uphold. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that comrade feeling in my lower belly and pussy to pop out again and within 4 or 5 arcminute I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came round I first felt the sweat that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"O.K., that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the instructor booster my peg onto the books and then untied me. As he untied my last wrist joint I started to prostration and he had to put his arm round me to stop me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm bout my shank. Because I was covered in elbow grease I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my axillary fossa. By that time his had was holding my leftover bosom. He held me like that until I was standing on the earth. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the students finish off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 minutes to palpate able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the resume. Some were quite good, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed little fall of liquid in mid air below my twat. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the instructor ended the lesson and the students left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some push. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being many chance for creative person to capture genuine human emotions. All I could opine of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged show-off and it really had been a pleasure. It's one matter letting citizenry see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a genuine turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to lock the elbow room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a cascade before going rest home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my apparel and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting recently and I guess that most the great unwashed had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the fille's john. Through a door at the back are the girl's changing suite and rain shower. I dropped my dress and horseshoe in the corner and went into the showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for historic period and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The adjacent affair that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the box of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warm up water.

After a few minute with neither of us doing anything, the bearing of a man watching me naked in the exhibitioner started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy ache. That ache had to be relieved so my the right way deal slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my right paw got engaged I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could no longer dissemble that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to secernate me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to enquire. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home base and that individual had left a shower running. The inadequate man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the rain shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art course and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any attempt to comprehend myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could take up. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the locker in the changing way. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must get looked in just about all the storage locker before turning towards me and saying,"zippo, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see a great deal point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and skid and followed him. It was only when he had to open a room access that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the only ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside door and as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I'd better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn't mind and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a cubic yard and into a small workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my hair ) and I just rubbed my hair. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my metre so that he could have a effective look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an timelessness, but was probably only a few secondment. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kids don't cum in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the paries. It has a big pictorial matter of a bare woman with her legs open up a bit. I could just see the folds of her hairy pussy lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously queasy about being alone with a naked woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't ejaculate upto her standards."That seemed to settle him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really the like big pap, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the frame, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the schooling. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"okeh, but just for a few minutes, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"back in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a smell round. In one draw I found some old fiesta magazine publisher. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the letter that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath ; he said that he thought I might give gone or that he'd breakthrough that he was dreaming and that I wasn't really. I smiled at him and said,"I'm existent all right field. Now how do you want me to mystify ?"I was a bit storm when he said,"With your legs wide open."

We spent the next 10 arcminute with him taking photographs of me from all Angle. He took some veridical close-ups of my puss and I have to include that I was getting turned-on. My puss was real damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasance but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoe and garb on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underwear ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a courteous man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and modelling. I have early experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web Thomas Nelson Page, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

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Vanessa