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Hi, my epithet is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a petty town in N welt and went to form as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East midland of England. It was a brave decision to bring in as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM cartridge clip that someone had left in the hairstylist where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did demand to do something because my lifetime was so blue and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so despairing to commute my life 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 spell a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web situation that it is published on.

hypertext transfer protocol : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my Journal you will see that my relationship with Jon is rather unlike to that of about employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or enjoyable. I love my life story and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a slight bit of hairsbreadth that grows on my legs, I have no torso whisker below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with small ( ish ), pert breast that have diminished aura and giant nipples. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, savorless tummy with a pubic osseous tissue that does sting out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bandeau, knickerbockers, pant, leging or short pants ; and 90 % of my annulus and attire can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a large thrill from letting other people see my body.

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

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to stop 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 melodic theme for little adventure or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my diary, and one or two that are very interchangeable to some of the adventures that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At maiden I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that individual thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe is when Jon decided that I should further my Education Department a bit by : -

Going to Night school

If you've read my daybook you will know that I'm not a very big person ( well, the feature article that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Yule 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a styler when the building that the salon was in beguile fervency. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At beginning I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a duo of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comprehensive schooltime at the other side of town and I signed-up for calculator Literacy Course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The adjacent nighttime he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the pupil sketching a bunch of prime that was on a desk in the midriff of the way I got a short worried and mad. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of transactions later the instructor came into the schoolroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a spirit model. At commencement I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to get for the course of study. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the instructor agreed that I'd mannerism for the course of study on each Monday eve for the side by side 4 hebdomad.

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

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I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me not to secure the top 3 push button. This meant that the highest push button that was fastened was right in the eye of my boobs. 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 skirt much so that it only needed me to lean forward a little for there to be a gap hole for him to see in when he stood next to me.

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

When I got there and found the decently schoolroom, 4 former masses were already sat in front of PCs talking to each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my coat off one of the older men's eyes opened all-inclusive when he saw my micro skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight 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 field. 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 thighs would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubes too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 people came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, conjoin man ; well he was wearing a hymeneals ring. After the introductions the teacher got us to swap the PCs on and then told us how to run a broadcast that showed us all about the dissimilar piece of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the clit that he was telling us to chatter 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 shew me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his cart track when he saw my skirt and legs. I saw him blush a little as he stood beside me and pointed to the clitoris on the filmdom. As he walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a sec before continuing with his lesson.

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

This happened another duet of prison term and then just before the end of the example I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in nominal head of my desk and leaned over my PC admonisher to show up me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his center were looking straight up my skirt.

The bit lesson.

When I arrived the future week I was a piddling late and there was only one PC costless. That was in the center of the front row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( Saint Peter Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the late instructor was peaked and that he would be taking over the course of instruction. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next person. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to consider about the fun I could have. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my friend Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his third trip into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to convey him back to earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knee joint tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting world-weary hearing to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knees voice.

Peter was walking back and forth across the nominal head of the elbow room and so deep into his little story that it took ages for him substantiate what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did look over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went vivid red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my legs, and up my skirt, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The poor man just seemed to lose it from that point in the object lesson. He kept sneaking glances at my legs and puss, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to avail early students with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a interrogative sentence he stayed at the presence and explained in great particular what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a duad of the students talking as they went out, one was saying that the instructor was cunning and shy.

The 3rd lesson.

I'd enjoyed my little game with the ‘ new'teacher the previous week and wanted to remain it so I arrived too soon to make certain that I got the same PC. I was a footling surprised to determine that not only was the teacher already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the front of the year. I was looking at it when prick said ‘ adept eventide ’, and explained that he'd had an chance event and spite a leg. He was going to use the chairman so that he didn't have as far to walk.

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

The rest of the scholar arrived and the stratum got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my ultra short skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the charwoman were giving me begrime expression ; but I'm used to that. My just interests that night were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

Peter explained the chair to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 instant he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a while he gave us an physical 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 kickoff, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a metrical foot apart.

I got on with the physical 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.

Someone at the vertebral column asked him another question and he had to go and evince them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't avail noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a hitch dick either, and there was quite a bulge in the front end tight of his dungaree. It looked quite painful.

By then I'd realised that he had found his trust and was out to bask himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could palpate my succus seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and little Au ringing.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got stymie again. I shuffled my chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer doll on it would have risen up. As it was my unsheathed behind was on the wooden hot seat. I let my go forth hand drop onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my pack or flick my clit.

The first off fourth dimension I did it Peter did a double payoff. The second time his straits moved down towards me a bit.

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

St. Peter the Apostle was mesmerised and missed a span of question. One of the old men had to repeat himself flash, to get Peter to click out of his trance.

The example went on in a standardized way and I was finding it unmanageable trying to type with my right script whilst playing with my button with my left paw. It's not the existent typing ; it's concentrating enough to get laid what to type.

By the prison term the deterrent example 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 little thing to do before we all went family, I went for it.

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

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my face. I smiled and he went bright red.

At the end of the object lesson Peter asked me to stop back for a arcminute. As I waited for everyone else to will 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 crapulence with him. I lied and told him that my married man was waiting outside for me.

The next brace of hebdomad were very interchangeable to the third gear week. Peter kept sitting on the chairwoman in front of me, but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to publish about it.

Art grade

Week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. Earlier that good afternoon I spent ages trying to resolve what I should fag. In the end I came to my locoweed and remembered that no one was interested in what I was wearing going to the social class. I put on a simple cotton fiber miniskirt wearing apparel and shoes.

I was still uneasy as I walked down the corridor to the schoolroom. 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 break 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 goose egg to be nervous about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

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

The teacher then called for silence and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to sketch me.

While he was doing that I looked daily round. There were about 20 masses in there. Men and charwoman of all long time from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just save quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the turning point, necessitate my wearing apparel off, put my robe on and fall back. He said that he's put me in the affectedness that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okey !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a frock and shoes to require off it doesn't take farseeing and I was back within indorsement. As I walked back I looked around and saw a duad of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't feel as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that fellow prickling and dampness to my puss.

"That was nimble"he said and pointed to a big table in the middle of the way. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the affectedness. I had to sit on the board with one leg bent at the human knee and the other straight out. He told me to continue my knees nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One hand was on the table behind me, whilst the former was on my thigh. I had to expect up into the top corner of the elbow room.

Once the teacher was happy with my mannerism he called all the scholar over and started telling and showing then which region of my trunk he wanted them to pore on. One part was my breasts. As he said that my nipples went even heavily than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my naked body. Some were stood at my foundation and I'm sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my pussy. One charwoman whispered to another following to her, but she wasn't lull enough. I think that virtually of the the great unwashed in there heard her say,"I've never seen a fair sex with rings down there before."

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

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

After what seemed like an infinity the instructor came to the front and told me to have a 10 hour break. I was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the exemplar put their robe on for the break, and offered me his jacket. I thanked him and told him that I was all rectify as I was.

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

Some were quite practiced, I even thought about asking what would materialise to them after the lesson.

It was suspicious the way some of the bookman just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that they were the serious artists.

Some of the men and a couple of the younger fair sex 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.

Being naked in amongst those mass gave me mixed feelings. The sober creative person did absolutely nothing for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swims and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn't sure about made me feel a slight excited. The more that I thought someone was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to round to where the unseasoned man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That pussy frisson was very impregnable and I could really palpate my juice flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar bulge in his pant. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him goofy query about his lousy attempt to draw me. His answers sounded just as stupid as my dubiousness. If anyone was listening they must have thought we were both artistic thickies.

The break came to an end and the instructor asked me to get back up on the tabular array. As I was walking towards the tabular array I decided that I'd better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to clean up my soggy cunt before starting again ). I told the instructor 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 teacher said,"Hadn't you well put some clothes on ?"To be perfectly reliable, the thought had crossed my psyche but I wanted the fortune to take the air about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might get together and shock someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a luck to say any Thomas More, I just said,"No, it's O.K., it's only a few yards 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 one thousand to the commode and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no clip. I was a bit discomfited that I hadn't seen anyone.

The second half of the lesson went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the teacher 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 beverage with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to resolve him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to go on so still for so prospicient and asked if I was okay to come back the adjacent calendar week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

calendar week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the same number of people who had been there the former week. I did notice an spear carrier brace of youngish people.

The instructor arrived before I had the chance to do anything or verbalize to anyone, and immediately brought the class to society. He told the class that I was going to get in an unusual lieu that nighttime and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of imagination to their drawing.

I hadn't a cue 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 give me any worry are you ?"I was a bit dismayed and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the depression that he was a perfect gentleman. This dominant style took me my surprise.

"Right,"he said,"go and get your apparel off while I get the roach ready."Another surprisal I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to deliver a problem keeping still that night. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the instructor to tell him and to ask where I should get undressed. He was busy opening a bag so after a quick think I though, ‘ what the the pits'and walked to the English of the room where there were some chairwoman. I turned to face up the class and saw that about half the students were watching me and the other half were watching the instructor lift some R-2 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 heading. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the petty opus of Velcro that was holding my doll up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my genu wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My pussy was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the instructor he told me that he wanted me to go up on the table and go for my weapons system out while he tied a roofy to each of my wrist joint. He then threw the rophy over steel flesh that was holding the ceiling up and pulled my subdivision up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the schooling was originally built rhythm about the number of the 19th / twentieth century. It has had quite a turn of ‘ extension phone'added, some quite recently. We were in the old part, a unity story building.

The teacher then told me to diffuse my stage and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to continue them apart. I told him that it wasn't essential, as I was well-off as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of metre hanging my carpus, nude and spread-eagle. I looked down at the scholar and realised that my puss was at about school principal height for most of the students. I got a small wetting agent as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of optic staring at my pussy for the following hour.

The next 30 or so bit went in no time. I'd been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a overnice revery and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilette and clean and jerk 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 apparel on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee, wiped my puss dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some missy 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 cesspit. As I was washing my handwriting one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art family"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school janitor stopped utter in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. poor people bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a pump attack.

backbone in the classroom I wandered round looking at unlike views of my spread-eagle naked body. One or two had taken ‘ esthetic permit'and drawn me with superfluous forget me drug 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 small gold rings was just amazing.



I didn't get chance to see all the draft before the teacher 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 stay and when I said I was he retied my wrist joint and told me to get back on the tabular array.

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

When they'd all gone the instructor came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of affectedness. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in world I suspect, did you love 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 match of forget me drug out of his bag. He tied my right 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 mates to come and accept some picture of me.



For some ground I didn't think that any harm could get to me, only well, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another tingle and rush of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 fair sex came in and started getting camera out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of photographs were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my twat before more photographs 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 bonk you, if we did you wouldn't be back next week."

The six of them took it in turns to make me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others kept taking to a greater extent photograph. 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 switch over the lights off and engage up. poor people man got quite a surprisal and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be sorry, I'm not."

I didn't tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

Driving to the school day I was wondering what was in storehouse for me. I'd put just a lose adjustment cotton wool miniskirt dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the fart was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit belated, and by the time I got to the schoolroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to perplex in a very submissive pose and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra snatch. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get unclad and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just whipped my dress straight up over my head, kicked my skid off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to model. What he described was the view that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ accept the view ’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and bear out my body with my helping hand on the flooring. I've lost could of the number of times that I've been in this placement, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn't going to reach much difference of opinion. The departure this time was that there would be 20 odd yoke of eyes looking at me and my bed cover pussy.

Again the clip went very quickly as recalled the previous nighttime's session on the fucking car at menage. Jon had left me on the simple 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 happy chance I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't pain in the ass to say anything as I walked out of the schoolroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both ache in peace and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in fun 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 Split second to resolve to either jump back into the daughter's toilet or maintain going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The teenager ( son and girls ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comments that you'd expect in a office like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and expecting them to break rank and file and let me through the eye of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to terminate and immobilise the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art year. Another said that I shouldn't base on balls round the school without clothes on because anything could materialize to me. When another said that they should teach me a deterrent example I started to get a little worry. They bundled me back into the female child's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the lads should ‘ eff the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

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

With one lad holding either of my arms they ran me all round the schooltime corridors and remote through the car commons onto the master road, back into the shoal grounds and onto the sportsman field. Most of the mathematical group were following us.

I suppose that the laddie thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my weapon system. In reality I was loving it. It was an apology to be naked in public and to shock a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the sonny boy 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 couple of classes that were ending. I've no theme what they were, but all the hoi polloi were grownup and we got a few scuttlebutt from some of them. There were a few people in the car car park and a lot more on the main route. I heard a couple of Sur screeches as on or two automobilist got distracted.

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

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breath back the worked out the intimately way to get back to the Art stratum. We'd gone in a big lap and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of schoolroom 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 way passed the schoolroom I looked in to see a couple of people looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his face.

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

Anyway, it was back into the position and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the room a bit and saw that the Whitney Young man who'd tried to chit-chat me up was trying to attract my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was dubitable that any of the early student could see him unless they turned round. Out centre met for a indorse and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the figurehead of his trousers and pretended to she-bop himself.

At the end of the example the instructor asked me to stick around as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the mesa at my human knee end. In essence, right between my pegleg. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to secern you that you will really delight next week's class. You'll go home base shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying,"Good, see you adjacent calendar week then."

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

week 4

I was a bit belated getting to the grade and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher told everyone that he wanted them to try to capture the mood that I would soon be in. One of the cleaning lady asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just two give-and-take,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't trouble looking for the changing screen and just whipped my clothes up and off. I didn't know what to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in figurehead of 20 plus multitude. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My mammilla were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he'd done the second time I'd posed. This time he'd got me to stand on a few books and when my wrists were secured he removed the volume leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to spread out my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the legs of the tabular array. 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 matter of intimate excitement was enough for what the instructor wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet pussycat and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to tire me out.

What happened next had me puzzled to set about off with. The teacher got a little table and put it middle my legs. Next he got a few books 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 feather out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussy. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My puss was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to realise what was going to happen to me I heard the teacher tell the scholar to rivet on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take a patch for my case to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a match of minutes my tit were so laborious that I thought they were going to burst and my cunt was really coming alive. I could sense my juice leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and hold it Vanessa, the students need Thomas More time to get your expression down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could plump for away, or close my legs. I tried to condense on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the way at the faces of the students. I tried to concentrate on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked forgetful to the site. Every clip I stared at one of those mass I'd see a bm out of the turning point of my eye that would deflect me. Only about 60 % of the student were just getting on with their job. The early 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged charwoman who was sketching with one bridge player whilst her former hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to look at somebody else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one youth man who definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another erstwhile man was actually rubbing his gumshoe through his trousers.

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

No Sooner than my first orgasm started to subside than I could find a 2d start. I tried to crusade it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me intemperate than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged woman was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to come down from my highschool, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a break. 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 break. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in similar positions he said,"good, it would be a waste product of valuable clock time untying then retying me.

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

During the disruption a few of the students came and had a finisher look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a mix of interest and lust on their faces. I could see what looked like atrocious bulges in the pant of to the highest degree of the men. One of the untried men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and meet mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his shaft 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 body jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first metre. Before he told the scholar to get on with their sketching, the instructor looked up and asked me if I was all correctly to go along. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that comrade tactile sensation in my scurvy belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 hour I was cumming again and again and again. I must make 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 plumage. I had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say,"Okay, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for geezerhood before the teacher lifter my legs onto the books and then untied me. As he untied my last wrist joint I started to flop 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 rhythm my shank. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my axillary cavity. By that meter his had was holding my impart boob. He held me like that until I was standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a professorship and said,"You stay there while the scholarly person finish off."

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

Shortly after that the instructor ended the moral and the educatee left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the vignette while I just sat there trying to encounter some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the social class. He said something about there not being many opportunity for artists to charm true homo emotions. All I could mean of to saw was,"The pleasure was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting people see me raw, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real number turn-on.

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

Just down the corridor are the girl's toilets. Through a door at the back are the lady friend's changing way and exhibitioner. I dropped my dress and skid in the corner and went into the exhibitor. It felt undecomposed. I stayed soaking for long time and not thinking about anything former than the pleasure that I'd just had. The adjacent matter that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the nook of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warmly water.

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

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water system running and come to enquire. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone had left a exhibitioner running. The misfortunate man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower bath off, then told him that I'd been in the Art socio-economic class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any effort to cover 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 storage locker in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing elbow room.

He must experience looked in just about all the lockers before turning towards me and saying,"Nothing, but I've got one in my shop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much decimal 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 threshold 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 when ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outside doorway 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 intellect and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a little shop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that prison term I was just about dry ( apart from my hair ) and I just rubbed my hair's-breadth. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my prison term so that he could have a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each early for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few sec. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kids don't seed in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big word-painting of a naked charwoman with her legs open up a bit. I could just see the crimp of her hairy pussy lips.

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

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

While he was gone I had a look 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 take in gone or that he'd uncovering that he was dreaming and that I wasn't material. I smiled at him and said,"I'm tangible all right. Now how do you want me to nonplus ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your peg extensive open."

We spent the next 10 minutes with him taking exposure of me from all angles. He took some material close-ups of my pussy and I have to take on that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was tangible damp.

Eventually he ran out of moving-picture show and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasance but I really had to go. As I was putting my brake shoe and dress 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 good example. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pageboy, as and when he's interpret them and is felicitous with them.

Love

Vanessa