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ARTMERIT camera hands and she (22 March 2007)

I truly don't know if Rachel saw through my act. She

was so damned serious about art. I could tell by the

way she hung on every word of the professor. My own

interest in the arts was less genuine. It was just an

easy minor up to this point. The plan was that I would

graduate with a major in physical education, and a

minor in art, and never have to do a moment of real

work in either one.

So far, it had been an easy ride, but now that I was

in my last year, the students who filled the other

chairs in my art classes were different. They were like

Rachel, and totally bought into the culture of art

appreciation. I had to pretend a bit to fit in.

It didn't make it any easier that the professor,

Allan Weaver, was really into modern art. He would show

us slides of the most abstract crap, and praise it as

the best art of the twentieth century. The weirder the

better, it seemed.

" I want you to open your minds, and commit to

experimenting with various ways of communicating your

artistic vision, " he told us in the first class. Most

of our grade would be determined by a single project to

be displayed any time during the semester. " I

encourage you to consult with other pupils in this

class in your personal project, but you will be graded

individually on your own completed piece. "

That was the cue for the class to divide up into

little artistic cliques. I latched onto the group with

Rachel right away. There was something about her that I

found irresistible. I had passed some of my earlier

courses with a foray into erotic photography. If I

could convince Rachel to be my model, I was just sure I

could pass the course.

And even if I didn't... well, nude pictures of this

cute thing would be worth the cost of the course.

To my surprise, she agreed to do it.

" Whatever you need me to do, Rylan, it won't bother

me. It's for the sake of art. Of course, in return, I

hope you'll be my model. "

" Definitely, " I told her.

Those are the fickle winds of fortune. When they're

blowing your way, you just have to put up your sails,

and blow along with them. I excitedly planned a photo

session for the next week. In the meantime, whenever I

saw her in class, my heart skipped a few beats in

anticipation.

The girl was a work of art in herself. Not in a

Baywatch sort of way, mind you. She had these dark

framed glasses that really accented her blue eyes, and

short auburn hair that she clipped out of her face with

barrettes. I got little hints of her body through the

baggy clothing she always wore, but I was looking

forward to getting a better view.

In fact, my mind was so occupied with her, that by

the time I actually had the camera in my hands, and she

was pulling her T-shirt over her head, I had no idea

what kind of artistic statement I was trying to make

with the photographs.

I looked at her through the lens of the camera like

a voyeur, catching a glimpse into an unknown woman's

bedroom. She undressed as if I wasn't even there,

completely unashamed. I caught a glimpse of the top of

her breasts as she bent forward to take of her khakis.

Then I could see those pale blue panties, so

beautifully outlining her ass. Her body was untouched

by the sun, pale and soft. I realized I was shaking a

little. Her eyes caught the lens, and my moment of

voyeurism was over.

" Where do you want me ?"

I desperately wished that I had given this some

thought before I asked her over to my apartment. She

continued to undress, slipping off her socks, and then

unsnapping her bra.

" How about a few shots with you just leaning

against the wall ?"

She nodded. There was no shame as she revealed her

breasts to the camera's view. They were small but

perfect. Her nipples puffed out from the roundness of

those wonderful mounds. I took my first photo as she

bent forward again to pull down her panties. I captured

the outline of those pointed nipples they hung

invitingly beneath her.

For the first time since I began taking art course,

I began to feel inspired. I wanted to do justice to her

beauty. She was the perfect model. Every movement of

her body was carefully planned. She was willing to take

any pose, and lose herself in the art.

I tried to keep up with her, to capture every nuance

of her beauty. In the end, I shot three rolls of film,

my hands shaking as I changed rolls. There was

something very special about this girl, and I was eager

to capture it.

Our final set of shots were close-ups. My cock

bulged in my jeans as I knelt behind her naked body and

steadied the camera for a shot of her raised ass. She

allowed me this pose, and then spread her legs a little

more so that I could include her pussy in the next

picture.

We were taking a slow pace now. I circled her

quietly, taking pictures of her on her hands and knees.

Finally, I sunk down in front of her. We were nearly

face to face. I found my shot. I captured the tops of

her breasts as they hung beneath her, and the gentle

curve of her soft belly behind them.

For a second, I thought that we would kiss, but I

let the moment pass. I regretted it later, but I was

too absorbed in the photography. When we were finally

done, I could barely wait to develop the film.

It's hard to be objective. The next day, I stood in

the dark room while her images ripened on the paper.

Surrounded by her beauty, it was hard to choose just a

few of the shots for display. Rachel was perfect. I

couldn't wait to exhibit the photos to the class.

" Ladies and gentlemen, " announced the professor, "

it appears we have the first completed project of the

semester. Rylan Davies is ready to display his

photographic series, entitled Perfection. "

Rachel sat nearby. I wondered how she would feel

about the photos I chose. Sure, she was unashamed when

posing, but this would be in front of all her

classmates. The room darkened as I prepared the slide

show.



The first slide appeared on the screen. I had

started the series looking for a little shock value. It

was the close-up of Rachel's ass and pussy from behind.

Her privates covered the entire screen, in vivid black

and white. There was no sound from the room.

Every detail was clear for all to see. Rachel was

displayed for the world, only they didn't know who she

was. I paused on this one. Maybe I was showing off a

bit.



A full body shot, cropped just below Rachel's face.

We had agreed not to reveal each other's identities in

our displays. In this shot, she cupped her beautiful

little breasts in her hands, as if offering them to the

viewer of the photograph. Just a shade of hair covered

her crotch.



This was the shot that had almost ended in a kiss.

It wasn't the best of the photos, but it carried an

extra erotic thrill for me. I sneaked a glance at

Rachel now, her face dimly lit by the light of the

slide projector. She was wearing a little smile, but

didn't return my glance.

There were twelve shots in all, each one fully nude.

When the lights came up again, the class clapped

politely for my presentation.

After class, while I was itching to talk to Rachel,

and see her reaction to the slide show, the professor

called me over. The other students emptied out of the

room.

" Frankly, Mr. Davies, I wasn't impressed by your

work, " the stuck-up prick told me. " Perhaps in your

rush to be the first to present your project, you

didn't spend enough time planning. The photos were

attractive enough, but they lacked any artistic vision.

I didn't know what message you were trying to convey."

So there it was. It was the only time since I came

here that I even cared enough about a project to put

any effort into it, and Mr. Weaver dismissed my work

completely. Rachel was waiting for me when I left the

room.

" How did you do ?"

" Pretty good, " I lied. I didn't want her to know

how badly the guy had trashed me. " So, when do we work

on your project ?"

" Soon, " she seemed excited. " I'm working on the

details right now. I'm really glad that you're going to

help me with it, Rylan. I wouldn't trust too many guys

to be secure enough to do this, but you obviously have

no problem with a little bit of nudity for the sake of

art. "

I smiled. I was itching to find out what she had in

mind, but she wouldn't give me any details. We still

talked in class, but she kept her project a secret from

me. Of course, I still had the photos, and I visited

them often. Unlike the ones I had shown the class, the

pictures in my private collection showed Rachel's face

clearly.

As the semester drew towards a close, she called me

up to model for her project. When I went to her

apartment, she finally explained some of the details.

" My project is an interactive piece of artwork. I

want to involve the viewer directly in the experience.

"

I cocked my head. I wasn't quite getting this.

She was amused. " Don't worry, you'll understand by

the end of the night. I'm just going to do a test run

tonight with a few close friends. It's a completely

safe environment. I'll make a few adjustments over the

next couple of weeks, and then present you to the

class. "

" Wait a second... what do you mean, you'll present

*me* to the class. "

" You're part of the project. It's an interactive

display. Just keep an open mind, and try to relax. I'll

hide your face so that no one will know who you are. "

The whole thing had me really damned curious.

Besides, she had been a really good sport about the way

I had exhibited her body to the class. I couldn't very

well turn around and claim to be shy.

" Okay, I'm in. What do you need me to do ?"

" Take off your clothes, and we'll give you a bath.

"

That sounded promising. She led me to her washroom,

and watched while I undressed. The water was already in

the tub. My cock stood straight outwards, and Rachel

looked at it appraisingly, as if judging how well it

would fit into her artistic concept.

" So, tell me a little about the project. I'm dying

to know, " I asked her, as I settled into the warm

soapy water.

She picked up a sponge, and began to wipe me down.

The feeling was wonderful. Despise having all of those

naughty pictures of her in various poses, I found

myself looking down her blouse as she washed me.

Something about a sneaked peek still gets to me.

Rachel wouldn't answer my question. She just told

me, " It's probably going to be a little bit

uncomfortable for you, but I really need some shock

value. Promise me to give it your best try, and if you

want to back out after tonight, I guess I'll

understand. "

I knew how much this grade meant to her, and I

didn't want to let her down. Whatever it was, I'd go

through with it for tonight. Hopefully, it wouldn't be

so bad in the end.

" Okay, let's shave your legs, " she instructed.

I gave her a little smirk of displeasure, but I

helped her to shave my legs and ass clean of hair. She

then did the same to my chest and armpits. When I

stepped out of the tub, the feeling of the cool air

against this newly exposed skin gave me goose bumps.

" Next is your mask. I want to make sure you can

breathe okay in this. "

The mask was horrific looking. It was obvious that

Rachel had crafted it herself for this project. The

false head had long blonde hair, curled into intricate

ringlets, but where the face should have been was only

a blank space.

Rachel helped me to fit the mask over my head, and

then secured it around my neck with a leather strap. I

could breath okay because of some small holes around my

mouth and nose, but I couldn't see at all now. I had no

way of know just how strange I now looked in the

outlandish mask.

" Just sit down, " she instructed me, leading me

back out to the living room. " I have a few more

adjustments to make before strapping you in. "

I was trying to remind myself to be a good sport

when she began applying fake nails onto my fingers. I

could smell the glue as she fussed over each of my

fingers. Of course, I now knew what direction she was

going with this. With the shaving, the long blonde wig,

and now fake nails, she was transforming my appearance

to be more feminine.

Again, I resolved to just go along with everything.

The feelings weren't unpleasant, really, and it wasn't

much more personal than what I had asked her to do for

my project. My cock had been hard since the moment I

took my clothes off in the washroom, and remained erect

as she painted my fingernails.

" This is really coming out nicely, " she told me. "

Let's get your corset on. "

Corset ? I wasn't even sure what that was. I

couldn't talk clearly through the mask, so I just had

to wait to find out.

She had me stand up, and fitted something around my

midsection. The feel of it was leather, although I

couldn't be sure. Then she began to tighten it. I

grunted as the cruel garment compressed my belly.

Rachel was relentless. " Just a little more, " she told

me at least three times.

By the time it was as tight as she wanted, I felt

like I couldn't breathe. Her hands quickly roamed over

my body, renewing my erection. She checked my legs to

make certain they were smooth, and then had me sit back

on the sofa while she dressed me a little more.

I could feel some underwear being pulled up my legs,

but she stopped at my upper thighs. The tight lacy

underwear clung to my thighs while she worked some long

socks up to my knees. I could feel her strapping on

some shoes too, but they seemed different. When she

stood me up again, I knew why. They were high heels,

and I had trouble keeping my balance in them.

As a final touch, she fit me into a bra. I could

feel her fidgeting with some inserts to make the bra

look realistic. In my mind's eye, I considered what I

must look like. The most ridiculous thing was that my

cock was still standing straight out. I'm fairly well-

endowed that way, and so it must have looked doubly odd

on my feminized body.

" You're doing so great, " Rachel hugged me. " We're

almost ready to start. I just have to strap you into

the display now. "

She led me by the hand. I was lost in direction, but

I assumed that we were gong into her spare room, where

she had been working on everything. Rachel coached me

onto my knees.

" Remember, Rylan, I'm only letting my close friends

in tonight, so you don't have to worry. Nobody knows

who you are at all. Just try to relax, and I'll have

you out of here in less than an hour. "

If the situation had been any different, I would

have been freaking out by now. The fact is, I did feel

somewhat safe in Rachel's hands. She had trusted me

with her body, and made no complaint about the lewd way

I had displayed it for the class. Now I trusted her.

Besides, no one here would even see my face.

It wasn't until she strapped down my arms that I

began to have second thoughts. The tightness of the

corset forced me into a humiliating posture on my hands

and knees. My ass was completely exposed, and my

engorged cock hung down between my legs. The thought of

anyone seeing me this way was both horrifying and

arousing. It gave me an odd exhibitionist thrill to

think that some of Rachel's friends would be gawking at

my private parts.

Who were these girls, I wondered. Classmates ?

Friends ? Neighbours ?

Rachel made a few final adjustments to the straps. "

Okay, Rylan, you're all strapped in. I just have one

more thing to do, and I hope you don't get too mad at

me about it. Just relax, and it will go in much more

easily. "

Go in ? What the hell was she talking about ? The

next instant answered my question. I felt her finger on

my rear hole, working lubrication into me. She was

gentle but insistent in pushing her finger inside of

me. I couldn't stop her, but to tell the truth, I

wasn't sure I wanted to. After my initial shock, there

was something incredibly erotic about having Rachel

play with me sexually this way.

She pulled her finger out, and an instant later,

something else was pushing against me. It was smooth

and lubricated, and took surprisingly little effort for

her to insert. There was something odd about the shape

of it. It was long like a vibrator, but tapered at both

ends. Once it was within me, there was little

discomfort. My anal opening closed around the end of

it, keeping it firmly within me.

I briefly wondered how she would retrieve the

device, but then I realized that there was some sort of

wire extending out of it and protruding out of my ass.

The whole idea of it was quite weird.

" That's it Rylan. Please try to relax. If you

struggle, it will ruin everything. "

Struggle ? What would be the point ? I was tied in

so tightly that I couldn't move more than an inch in

any direction. I heard a click behind me, like the

latch on a door closing. I was alone now, and soon

Rachel would send in a friend to see her exhibit. I

breathed as slowly as I could, trying to keep control

of my nervousness. My cock was still semi-erect, and

hung between my spread legs.

The latch clicked again. Then there was a gasp.

Rachel's friend was shocked by what she saw. I guess

that's what Rachel was looking for.

It's hard to describe my emotion. I was mortified by

some stranger seeing me this way, but I rationally knew

that she couldn't tell who I was. I was also excited by

the idea of some girl looking at my body as an object

of art, even if I was feminized at the time. The door

didn't click again right away. The girl was still

looking.

Then there was a noise. It was a metallic clank,

exactly like you would hear if feeding a quarter into a

pinball machine. It came from behind me. As soon as I

heard the coin land, the vibrations started. The device

that Rachel had put into my ass began to shake within

me, gently at first, and then more vigorously.

The sensations were incredible. The smooth plastic

was rubbing against something within me, and it

definitely felt good. I heard the girl giggle from

behind me as my cock quickly grew to its full size, and

began to twitch with pleasure.

My physical reaction was shameful. This girl was

watching a live sex show, and I was powerless to

control my reaction. The whole thing was incredibly

exciting. Finally, the buzzing stopped, and I heard the

girl leave the room.

It was a few minutes before the next girl came in.

She giggled right away, and just couldn't seem to stop

herself.

" Oh my god, how did Rachel get some guy to do this

?"

Then there was a familiar sound. The coin dropped

into the slot, and my ass began to shake again. My cock

jerked repeatedly as the sensations washed over me. I

felt something now too. The warmth of her hand wrapped

around the base of my cock, and then cupped my balls.

The physical contact excited me, but also reminded

me of my position. She could touch me any way she

wanted, and I was powerless to stop her. Anyone who

walked through that door would have the same kind of

instant power over me. I was just an object of art.

She continued to squeeze and fondle my balls until

the vibrations stopped. I groaned in frustration as I

was left just short of an orgasm.

The door latch clicked again, and I was alone. My

body was burning with excitement. The door opened

again, but this time, there was no giggle.

" Holy fuck, " the male voice said. He sounded like

he could be my age. I cringed at the thought. Somehow,

I had envisioned that all of Rachel's friends tonight

would be females. Now, I was shamefully displayed for

another guy, who must have been looking down at me with

disbelief.

I tried to take control of myself. My cock was

throbbing with frustration, and I was powerless to

control my arousal.

Clink. The coin dropped in. The sensations were even

more intense now that I was trying to control them. As

the vibrator clicked into full speed, my cock pumped

shamefully with pleasure. I couldn't let this happen, I

tried to tell myself. I couldn't let some guy see me

get off while in this position.

I thought about the way I must look, with the tight

corset giving me a girlish figure, and the long blonde

hair falling over my shoulders. I thought about the

pair of lacy panties that were stretched between my

thighs. I could feel the fake breasts jiggling beneath

me as my body began to convulse against the leather

straps.

The shame came onto me in waves, each one

culminating with a jet of cum from my twitching cock.

In my utter humiliation, I couldn't believe that I had

cum without any stimulation of my penis. My cock

continued to pump and dribble cum for as long as the

vibrator stayed on. When the device stopped, the door

clicked soon after.

It was fifteen minutes before Rachel returned to me.

" Oh god, Rylan, you were so perfect. I can't thank you

enough. " She began to untie my arms and legs from the

display. I stayed still until she popped the vibrator

out of my ass. Then I helped her to remove the tight

mask from my face.

I can't say why I wasn't angry at her. I was more

angry at myself. Rachel hugged me tightly and gave me a

couple of little kisses in appreciation.

When I stood up, I finally got a good look at the

display. It was an intricate work. She had constructed

a private viewing booth of sorts. From the inside, it

seemed like the kind of booth you would find in a sex

shop, complete with lewd graffiti on the walls, and a

box of tissues on a counter to one side. I had been

strapped to the floor of this booth.

To one side was a coin slot, hooked up to a wire

that led to the vibrator in my ass. On the far wall was

a mirror, presumably so that the viewer could see my

body from every angle as the vibrator goes on. I

lowered my eyes to the floor. Where I had been

positioned, there was a pool of cum on the floor.

Rachel read my look.

" Don't worry about that, Rylan. You were wonderful.

I'll clean it all up, " she gave me another little

kiss. It's funny how quickly my feelings were soothed

by her attentions. I left her apartment with mixed

feelings.

Over the next few days, I tried to sort through

everything. I was clearly quite turned on by the

display. Maybe more than I had ever been before. There

was such a wonderful mixture of exhibitionism,

humiliation, and a desire to please Rachel.

When I looked at her pictures now, I remembered the

way she had helped me to shave, and had lovingly fussed

over my appearance. What for ? So that I could be an

object, to be viewed for amusement. The giggles of

those girls still echoed in my head. It was all so

confusing, but I fantasized about it constantly.

Even, I'm ashamed to admit, the part about the guy

watching me cum. It was the ultimate degradation, but

it made me want to jerk off every time I thought about

it. It just rubbed in the humiliation of being

transformed into a girl. Being seen like that by

another guy was, well, incredibly exciting.

Rachel called a few days later. " Hi Rylan. I wanted

to thank you again for agreeing to do all of this for

me. I hope you're not mad about anything. "

" I'm not really... well, I'm not mad. It was just a

little extreme. "

" Well, we only have to do it one more time. I

swear, I'll never let anyone know that it's you. Just

think about it that way. You're completely anonymous. "

That was the only thing that stopped me from

refusing outright. It was strange, but on some level, I

was anticipating the coming display with excitement. If

I didn't chicken out, it would be an amazing experience

to be seen that way by my classmates, while still

remaining anonymous.

" Well, I guess I'm still game. " I didn't want to

seem too anxious.

" Great, " she said enthusiastically. " There's just

one more thing. "

" What's that ?"

" It's nothing major, really. But in art, every

detail counts. Um, you have a tan line that looks like

running shorts. It's very masculine looking, and pretty

noticeable when you're in that... position. "

I'm a physical education major. Of course I was

going to have a bit of a tan line. What was her point ?

She continued. " It would fit in with the artwork

much better if you had a different tan line. More like

bikini bottoms. There's a tanning studio nearby, and

I'd be willing to pay for a few sessions to give you

the right look. "

I thought about refusing. Of course, I had already

given up my body hair for this project. What would a

tan line hurt ? So four times over the next week and a

half, I went to the tanning studio, and wore a pair of

bikini bottoms that Rachel provided. Thank goodness the

tanning bed are private. I would have died if anyone

saw how horny it made me to wear the girls swim wear.

In the end, she was pleased with the results. She

took a look once I arrived at the college, and met her

in the conference room she had booked for the display.

Already she had assembled the peep show booth in the

centre of the room. I arrived a half hour before the

exhibition, so that no one would see me come in.

" Those tan lines are wonderful, " Rachel told me.

She looked so cute today, wearing a short skirt and a

tight black top. " Did you shave before coming ?"

" Yeah, but I'm really starting to get nervous about

this. Maybe someone will notice I'm missing from the

class, and know that it's me. "

" Don't worry. Because the project is sexually

explicit, Mr. Weaver is going to excuse any students

who might be uncomfortable from having to view my

piece. Probably half the class won't come. No one will

miss you at all. "

That made me feel a little better. It was one thing

to be treated like an object, but it was quite another

for anyone who knows me to see how much I enjoyed it.

Again, Rachel helped me into my outfit. If at all

possible, the corset was on even tighter this time. She

left he mask for last. This time, I could see the

effect of all of the other changes. Tight white knees

socks gave a feminine look to my calves. The tight

corset formed my waist into impossible proportions. The

red lacy bran and panties completed the outrageous

image.

The new tan line was just one more odd detail in

Rachel's artistic vision.

By the time Rachel strapped me into position, and

tightened the mask around my face, my cock was fully

engorged, and my excitement was growing in expectation

of the first classmate who would see me this way. When

everything else was in place, I could feel her fingers

again, working lubrication into my ass. She pushed the

vibrator in with no resistance.

It was only once I was alone in the booth that I

began to doubt my decision. Even if my class mates

didn't know who I was, it was still endlessly shameful

to submit to this kind of project. Unlike when I was in

Rachel apartment, I knew in advance that close to half

of the viewers would be males. I wasn't sure how that

made me feel.

The latch to the booth clicked open, and then I knew

I was alone with the first of today's audience. I heard

the familiar gasps and giggles as the girl drank in the

lewd spectacle. I was trembling with desire by the time

she dropped a coin into the slot, and my ass began to

shake.

The vibrator seemed stronger than the first time. I

wondered if this was one of the 'adjustments' that

Rachel had talked about. The smooth plastic gyrated so

rapidly, I felt like I was actually being fucked by it.

But it felt so good.

The girl gasped again as my cock began to dribble

pre-cum. It jerked and spasmed with pleasure, but I was

able to keep myself from cumming this time.

She left the booth just after the buzzing stopped. I

wasn't sure I could handle much more of this. I guess I

hadn't thought about it much, but there were more than

sixty students in Mr. Weaver's art class. Even if only

half of them showed up, I was going to have to go

through a couple of dozen sessions like that one.

The next two were quiet, so I wasn't sure if they

were guys or girls. That was difficult. One of them

even fondled my balls a bit.

The door clicked shut, and then quickly opened

again. It was Rachel. " You're doing wonderfully. Those

three seemed really impressed. I just wanted to add one

more touch before we continue. "

I cocked my head as I heard another coin being fed

into the slot. Why on earth would Rachel want to turn

on the vibrator ?

" I know it's embarrassing for you, but I really

thought that the cum on the floor was a nice touch last

time. I want everyone else to see it too. "

As the vibrator moved around inside me, I could feel

Rachel's firm hand around my cock. On the one hand, it

was like a dream come true, being stroked by my fantasy

girl. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel the

humiliation of her using me this way. Like a coin-

operated slut.

" Come on Rylan... I want to see you cum for me. I

want everyone else who comes in to see how much you

enjoy being a dressed like this, and being used like

this. That's it, cum for me like a good girl. "

I couldn't help myself. Once I began to orgasm, my

cock kept pumping involuntarily with the stimulation in

my ass. I could feel with shame that Rachel was

watching me now, dribbling and squirting cum while the

vibrator finished its cycle.

" That's really good. It looks just perfect, your

penis still dribbling that way. You've got a nice

little collection of cum underneath you now. I'm

turning up the intensity of the vibrator so that you'll

keep getting hard for the others. You know, art is all

about the details. "

She was right. I wouldn't have expected it, but my

cock continued to get hard from the anal stimulation.

It wasn't fifteen minutes later that I was feeling the

urge to cum again. The excitement was just too intense.

I thought about the way I must look to the guys who

were coming in, with my sissy little bikini line, and

the pool of sperm under my hard cock. It would be

obvious that I was getting off on this humiliating

transformation into a feminized sex object.

One by one, I could hear the giggles and comments of

the guys and girls as they passed through the booth,

feeding coins into the slot to see my ass vibrate. I

came one more time, when one of the girls took hold of

my twitching cock. I was at anyone's mercy.

" Oh god, " she exclaimed, as my cock exploded

unexpectedly in her hand. " This is gross. You got some

on my hand. "

For some reason, I felt ashamed for messing on her

hand. She wiped the excess cum on the side of my ass

before leaving the booth, and I could feel a trail of

sperm running down my ass and onto my thigh. Even after

cumming twice, my cock still reacted to the intense

feelings in my ass.

I tried to keep count as the different students came

in and out of the booth. My prick continued to twitch

and dribble pre-cum with excitement. I wondered at what

kind of mess must be beneath me now.

There was a pause from one of the last viewers. The

door closed, and then I heard nothing for a couple of

minutes. I wondered who was spending this much time

looking at me displayed this way. Then came the

unmistakable noise of a coin being deposited in the

machine, and the vibrator came to life.

There was a chuckle, but this one was definitely

male. His eyes burned into me as my cock wriggled with

pleasure. Having cum already twice, I was simply

frustrated by the motions. I really hoped there weren't

too many more students to go.

When the buzzing stopped, the guy didn't leave. This

was odd. Most everyone else seemed uncomfortable with

the artwork, and left as soon as the vibrator finished.

This one was taking his time. Then I felt something

strange. There was a tugging on the cord to my

vibrator.

There was a slurping sound from my ass as the device

was pulled free.

" Let's just see how interactive this exhibit is. "

I panicked. Suddenly, I recognized the voice. It was

the professor. Somehow, knowing who was looking at me

this way made everything feel strange again. I was

still anonymous, but I knew exactly who was looking at

me now. And I knew that it was his finger exploring my

ass now. The same man who had dismissed my own artwork

with such smug pleasure was now pushing his knuckles

into my rear end.

I considered making a noise. This was going far

beyond what Rachel had planned. Then I thought about

the embarrassment it would cause me if someone came to

help. They would surely find out who I was. I couldn't

handle that.

His finger left me. I was left with a sick sort of

anticipation. I heard something being unzipped. There

was nothing I could do to stop him. The head of his

cock rested against my stretched and lubricated hole.

He groaned with pleasure as he pushed himself into me a

little. He wasn't even wearing a condom.

Allan Weaver's tool was much larger than the little

vibrator my ass had become accustomed to. As he pushed

his full length into me, I could feel that same

pleasurable sensation that the vibrator had provided,

only with greater intensity with his increased size.

The reality of my position began to sink in. A guy

was actually fucking me. He took hold of the sides of

the leather corset, and began pumping me doggy style. I

could feel his balls slapping against my crotch with

every thrust.

Not only was he fucking me like a girl, but I was

even gift wrapped for that purpose. Involuntarily, my

cock was responding to the movement in my ass. It had

almost become a conditioned response now. I could feel

the pre-cum freely flowing from the tip of my cock

again.

" I wonder where Rachel found a sweet slut like this

to participate in this exhibit. Do you think I should

remove the mask and find out ?"

I shook my head vigorously.

" Oh, then I should just keep fucking you, right ?"

Hesitantly, I nodded.

" Good. I like to know that my girlfriends are

willing. "

The thing is, he wasn't too far from the truth.

While some part of me was screaming for him to stop,

the intense humiliation of being fucked like a sex

object was turning me on in a way I had never known. I

thought about the fact that other students were

probably waiting outside of the door for him to finish,

and that Rachel was probably in her glory that the

professor was taking so long inside.

My arms and legs strained against the leather straps

as he increased his rhythm. With one hand, he continued

to hold my waist, but with the other, he reached

underneath me now, and grabbed hold of my dick.

What was most humiliating is how quickly I came in

his hand. For the third time in less than two hours, my

body shook, and my balls emptied onto the floor. My

cock continued to spasm as he fucked my tight opening.

He chuckled again. " The things we do for the sake

of art. "

I could feel the head of his prick swelling within

me. As his final insult to me, he was going to deposit

his cum into my virgin ass, and there was nothing I

could do about it. Again and again, he pressed his body

against me, driving his cock as deeply as he could make

it reach. I felt the warmth of his cum filling me, and

the pressure of his swelling cock head against the

walls of my ass.

I waited in silence as he withdrew himself from me.

I could hear the slurp of my sperm filled ass releasing

him. Before he left, he took a moment to straighten

himself up. He slid the vibrator back into place for

the next customer, but I could feel some of his cum

dribbling out of my hole. Anyone who came in would see

that.

Two more students, and the day was done. Rachel was

aglow when she came in to release me. She pretended not

to notice the cum leaking down my ass. She just hugged

me and thanked me for helping her.

In truth, I didn't want to talk about it anyhow. My

own feelings of arousal had been more than unsettling,

and I was anxious to leave it all behind me. One final

week of class would do the trick.

At the end of the last class, Professor Weaver

handed out our project marks. I was pretty sure that I

knew what he would give me, so I wasn't too excited.

Rachel could hardly contain herself. We left the class

together, and paused outside of his door to open the

envelopes with our project reviews.

Rachel's smile disappeared as she read the first

page.

" Oh my god, Rylan, this is horrible. "

" What ?"

" He failed me. He goddamned failed me. He gave me

an 'F'. His written comments say that my project was

entirely without 'artistic merit' . "

I was as stunned as she was. Rachel was exactly the

kind of student who would do well in class like this.

As an afterthought, I opened my own envelope. It was

the strangest thing. Despite the way he had trashed my

erotic photography, he scored me an 'A'.

' You obviously understand the things we do for the

sake of art, ' was all that he wrote beside it.

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