Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 2.
Sarah's cock exhibition opens.
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"So, can Mike lick my pussy now?" Sadie asked Sarah
"Afraid not, we haven't got a lot of time, we've so much to get ready for the opening tonight."
"Aah that's not fair, both Mike and Ruth got to cum."
"Don't be silly, we all need to have a shower and get moving, use the shower head or something, you'll manage," Sarah answered with a smile.
Sadie sulked off to her bedroom, followed by a nearly recovered Ruth. Sarah looked at me,
"Come on lover boy, we need to get going."
"We need to talk."
"No we don't."
"Yes we do," I answered.
"That was amazing, but it's not right, I love you, I've just had hand sex with your sisters, I love you, it's not right," Sarah put her finger to my lips, I was babbling, the emotions from coming down off my sexual high flowing out of me, I was close to tears.
"Shush, sit down."
I sat, Sarah then sitting on my knee and kissing me gently, holding me tight.
"It's okay, it's okay" she told me "We're fine, I love you too."
As I calmed and my breathing settled Sarah sat back a little and looking intently at me, said
"Listen to me, I told you I was fascinated by cocks," I nodded "Well we're a wild family and the girls are very sexual too, I think we get it off our mother, but that's another story. Anyway what just happened there was amazing, you should have seen your face, but it was just sex, incredible sex, but just sex. I love you very much but I'm happy for you to enjoy sex. As long as I decide who it's with." She said with a smile.
I looked at Sarah, there was some logic to what she said, very twisted logic but logic none the least. I slipped my hand up under the tee shirt she was still wearing, finding a nipple, I pinched it gently.
"Well, can I have sex with you then?"
"No you bloody can't, I have to get ready," and off to the shower she went.
We eventually all ate some breakfast, the girls heading out to do some shopping before going to the gallery to finish things for tonight. Before they went Sarah said.
"See you about 7, everyone's coming for a few nibbles and champers before we start, wish me luck."
"Good luck."
As they headed for the door Ruth gave me a hard slap on the ass, "See you later handsome." They all giggled, they really were a crazy bunch.
As the day wore on I was becoming increasingly nervous, both for Sarah and for myself. I also felt unsettled about the mornings events, however much Sarah laughed it off. I went to the gym which took my mind off it for a little while.
I was worried for Sarah, what if people didn't like or understand her work? She'd put so much of herself into it, she'd be shattered. I also knew that there would be pictures of my cock on display, this could be highly embarrassing, People might not know it's me, but they might.
I arrived shortly after 7 and was surprised that there seemed to about forty people milling around, chatting away. I looked for a face I knew and saw John, Sarah's boss. He came over, gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Welcome, lover boy."
"Hi John, how's it going?"
"Great, great, everything's good. Sarah's flitting around somewhere, as nervous as anything. I told her she shouldn't be though. Her photos look incredible and the gallery people have done a great job with the lighting, really brings out the images."
Just then I heard the loud tapping of a glass.
"Can I have your attention please everyone," It was Marissa the gallery owner. "We're going to go through to the next room where this remarkable and provocative exhibition is being staged. Sarah, the photographer will be at hand to answer any questions you may have and I'll be there to take your money should you wish to buy one," this brought a little laughter from the crowd. "Without further ado please follow me."
I was near the back of the crowd as we moved to the next room, I could hear "Wows" and "Oohs" and even an "Oh my" from the people in front of me as they entered. I walked in and was immediately surrounded by cocks. There were big ones, little ones, black ones, brown ones. Seemingly every type and shape. Who did they all belong too, when had she taken them?
John was beside me and as if reading my mind said,
"A lot of cocks isn't there, but don't worry I think yours is by far the nicest."
"Thanks," I said, a bit sarcastically.
"There's thirty four images in total, I think eight are of you, although she may have blended some images together."
"Wow, it's amazing, startling," I said. And it really was, the way the images were displayed and lit within the small room made you feel like you were being watched and followed by cocks. Mind blowing stuff.
Sadie came over to me.
"It's great isn't it?"
"Yes, amazing."
"I'll say one thing for my sister, she had plenty of spunk to take these pictures," She said, the double entendre fully intended.
"Um" I said, smiling.
"I think Sarah's over there talking to some people, will I get her?"
"No not at all, leave her be, I'll catch her later."
I started to wander around the exhibition, they really were startling, thought inspiring images and under normal circumstances or if I had been more mature I might have appreciated them more. As it was I spent my time trying to identify my cock and comparing it with others on show.
For the most part they seemed to be an arty type of crowd. I overheard one lady discussing one of my pics, she turned to her companion and said,
"It does make one consider the juxtaposed roles of the penis in our society." Load of bollocks.
I was stood looking at a flaccid, uncircumcised cock, very wrinkled, reminding me of a Pugs face when I became aware of a tall West Indian guy stood next to me.
"Hi, I'm Leon," he introduced himself. "I'm one of the cocks in the pictures," pointing to an image over to our right. It was erect, long, maybe longer than mine, and thin.
I looked at Leon, he was a couple of inches taller than me but not as broad. He was obviously very proud of himself and happy to be in the exhibition. I didn't want to get into a cock comparing competition with him, or for that matter chat to someone who might be an old boyfriend of Sarah's. But not wanting to be rude either I said,
"Hi, I'm Mike, I'm in a couple of photos too."
"You must be the really thick one, congratulations."
"Thanks." This evening was becoming more bizarre by the minute.
I was saved by Ruth and Sadie coming over to me, all giggly and flirty, they took me by the arms.
"How you doing, big boy?"
"A bit overwhelmed and freaked if I'm to be honest."
"Relax, just concentrate on what an amazing photographer and artist our sister is. Come over here, there's someone Sarah wants you to meet."
Sarah was talking to a small, well groomed man, mid thirties I would guess, the word dapper came to mind.
"Darling I'd like you meet Steve Linwood. Steve is an art dealer and feels he can sell some of my work for far more than I'm asking here. Steve this is my fiancé and muse, Michael."
"Nice to meet you Michael," Steve said, offering his hand. "I was just saying to Sarah how much I loved her work, very provocative and salable in today's market. I asked her about her inspiration and she offered to introduce us."
"Nice to meet you too Steve, she is a very talented and inspiring lady."
"I particularly like this one," he said, pointing to a close up shot of my erect knob. It was an impressive picture, Sarah had manipulated shading and different light into the picture, giving the impression of different textures along the length of my cock. I went into complete bullshit mode,
"It's one of my favorites too, very evocative, it brings to mind the power and the vulnerability of the penis." Sarah just glared at me.
"I couldn't have said it better myself. Wonderful work, Sarah I'll be in touch," Steve said, wandering off.
"What's with all the evocative bullshit talk?" Sarah asked
"Just expressing ones considered opinion," I said in my best high highfalutin voice. "And what's all this about me being your fiancé?"
"Oh that, well I decided a few weeks ago that we should get married, I just hadn't told you yet."
Sarah looked at me, "What do you say?"
"I say yes."
Sarah nearly jumped into my arms, we kissed.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Right, put me down, I have some photos to sell," and she was off, buzzing around the place.
One thing was for certain, my life with Sarah would never be boring.
We were sat around after the exhibition, myself and Sarah, her sisters and John and Marissa. They were downing the remaining Champagne and celebrating a great evening. Sarah stood up and announced our engagement, cheers and kisses all around. I got a big smacker from John and even a little peck from the ice cool Marissa. I got a luscious kiss off of Ruth followed by a sultry "Welcome to our family". Whilst a tipsy Sadie tried to snog me and said a little bit to loudly, "You might be marrying my sister but you still owe me a good tonguing." This got her a slap on the ass and a "Dirty bitch," from Sarah. What a family.
They were all full of beans and wanted to carry on partying. All I wanted to do was take Sarah home. I think Sarah was a bit torn but knew by the look on my face that I really wanted and needed her. So we went home whilst the others went clubbing.
Sarah was mellowing out by the time we got home, the excitement and buzz of the day fading away. we just looked at each other and said, "lets go to bed."' Sarah was cuddled into me, her hand on my cock, not moving, just holding it. I could sense her body relaxing, sleep not far away. I chose my moment.
"So tell me about the other cocks," I said, trying to sound more serious than I actually was.
"What, well, what did you mean?" Sarah said, her body awaking and tensing a bit.
"Well there was a lot of them, whose were they all?"
"All sorts, friends, family, strangers."
"Family?"
"Just the one" Sarah laughed "Of my dad, years ago on holiday, it was the little wrinkled one."
"Did he know?"
"God no, although I don't think he would really have minded."
"And how'd you get ones of strangers?"
"Just walk up and ask them."
"No fucking way."
"Yep, it's amazing what a pretty girl can get away with."
"Tart"
"I know."
"And how would you persuade them?"
"I have my ways."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Go on, tell me."
"Lets just say I sometimes used my womanly wiles, very effective they were too."
"Tart."
"They obviously work on you" Sarah's hand started to move up and down my now rock hard cock
"God, I think it's actually getting bigger over time," Sarah said.
"Must have been the good pulling your sisters gave it this morning, stretched it."
"Now who's the tart?""
"Me, me, me, but I'm your tart."
'I know."
I was actually a bit nervous the next morning, not really wanting a repeat of the previous days shenanigans. I needn't have worried, both girls were far too hungover to worry about anything other than their headaches. They looked amazingly sexy and quite adorable as they sat round in their short tee shirts, complaining that their heads hurt and that they felt sick.
Myself and Sarah had decided to go back to our nudist ways, me figuring the girls had seen and felt plenty the day before and wouldn't be offended. They were either completely okay with it or completely oblivious as they didn't even make a smart comment. I however was not oblivious, both girls had big boobs and as they moved around I could see their nipples getting harder as they rubbed against the material. Very distracting.
Ruth seemed the more hungover of the two, she was sat at one end of the sofa, with Sarah cuddled up to me at the other end and Sadie sat on the armchair reading a magazine.
"I Really feel like crap," said Ruth, and with that she swung her legs around and pulled them up tight to her chest. Oh my good god. My cock had been semi hard the whole morning, what with being nude and three sexy women around me, but now it went rock hard, completely independent of my brain. Here only a few feet from me was the most gorgeous nude pussy I had ever seen, the lips glistening and slightly apart.
"Nice, uh," said Sarah following my gaze
"Very," I said
"It looks delicious."
"I didn't think you were into pussy."
"I'm not, I much prefer these," she said, taking my cock in her hand. "But I can appreciate beauty and sexiness."
"Will you two shut up, your making me feel as sick as Ruth," piped up Sadie.
"I'll show you something to make you feel sick and make your pussy tingle," said Sarah.
"What?"
Sarah knelt on the floor.
"You remember when I was first describing Michael's cock to you, I said it was way to big to fit in my mouth."
"Yes."
"Well I've been practicing."
"No fucking way, that fucking big thing is not going in your small mouth."
"Want a bet?"
Sarah licked the sensitive, bulbous top, making my cock twitch away from her mouth.
She took a hold of the shaft, guiding it under her mouth and dribbled (far too lady like to spit) saliva onto the end, sending a gasping sensation through me. I was aware of Ruth lifting her head to watch the show. I leaned to my left and took Sarah's phone off of the side table. Unlocking it, I passed it to Ruth. It might have been my imagination but her pussy definitely looked wetter than a few moments ago.
"Smile!" she said, clicking the first photo.
"Video it," I just managed to say before Sarah took me into her mouth, making me gasp and hold my breath.
Sarah got the sensitive tip beyond her teeth. Letting go of the shaft she gently bit down, holding the hard meat with her teeth. No movement of the head, just a gentle swirling of the tongue. This felt incredible, almost sensuous. Sarah's beautiful green eyes never leaving mine. No frenzied sucking or gagging, just gentle waves of pleasure cascading through my body.
Sadie moving in the armchair broke my trance, she had an almost apologetic look on her face, but I guess she was getting heated as well and couldn't sit still. Scooting her bum forward a little she allowed her shirt to rise up, exposing her gorgeous beaver. She looked back at me, knowing she had my attention. She covered her pussy with her open hand, almost coyly, before bending the middle finger and inserting it into herself, biting her bottom lip as she did so, with the most 'come fuck me' face I had ever seen.
My whole sense and being changed, from one of gentle sensuality to one of raging sexuality. I put my hands either side of Sarah's head, and as she released her teeth I started moving her head up and down, controlling the pace and pushing further into her mouth with each stroke.
"Sadie, in my bedside locker there's a large dildo and some lube, will you get it for me," I said. I could see Sadie hesitate, no wanting to stop her own ministrations, but then thinking this could be interesting.
Sarah had brought the dildo with her when she moved in but had hardly used it, preferring the real thing instead. Sadie returned with the dildo, making a great show of kissing and hugging it, playing to the camera. Sarah's head was still going up and down but I could feel her resisting a bit, trying to look sideways at what was going on.
I motioned for Sadie to go behind Sarah, which she did. She lubed the dildo, I could feel Sarah tensing, not quite sure of what was coming next. Not very nicely I pushed her right down on my cock, making her gag and retch a bit, at least it took her mind off the dildo.
The way Sarah was knelt, her ass stuck out, meant that her whole rear was open, exposed. What a sight it must've been. Sadie was knelt behind, the wickedest grin on her face. I could just see her thinking 'What shall I do first.'
Sadie caressed Sarah from the rear, causing her to squirm and wriggle. I think she would have come off my cock if I hadn't been holding her head firmly.
Sadie picked up the dildo pressing it against Sarah's bum hole. Sarah shook her head, almost causing me to let go.. Sadie slapped Sarah's bum hard,
"Quite bitch; keep on sucking and take what you're given."
Sarah stopped moving, even I was shocked. That sounded more aggressive than playful.
I shook my head at Sadie, I think she was even surprised at how it came out. She bent forward and gently kissed Sarah's hole, leaving her lips there for a few seconds, blowing.
I felt Sarah's body relax, I let go of her head. I think she'd nearly bit through my cock there.
Sarah straightened up, hardly looking at me. She turned to Sadie, I couldn't see Sarah's face but Sadie's was one of mischief and boldness, I actually thought Sarah was going to hit her, but then I heard Sarah sob. Instantly Sadie's face changed to one of concern and love, she held Sarah tightly in her arms and started rocking, tears rolling down her own face.
"You frightened me," I heard Sarah sob.
"So, so sorry my darling, so, so sorry," Sadie said, squeezing Sarah tighter.
Ruth came closer, the two girls opened up and she pulled them into herself, their heads pulled against her breasts like a mother hen.
There they sat, gently rocking. What a beautiful family.
The modeling intensifies.
The exhibition turned out to be a complete success, in the weeks and months that followed Sarah got many requests for interviews and offers of work. She had always been a passionate , energetic person with a real lust for life, but I could see that she was starting to run on empty, what with trying to balance her day job and the demands of her new life. Her boss John was very understanding and encouraging but something had to give.
One evening when we were sat relaxing, a rare occurrence, I told Sarah that I thought she should give up her job and have a go at being a full time photographer and artist.
"That's a big step, don't know if I'm ready."
"Of course you are, you're doing brilliantly and people love you and your work."
"But what about my work, and what about money and what, and what?"
Sarah was starting to ramble, a stream of 'What ifs?' and doubts flowing out of her. She looked totally deflated and exhausted.
"Listen," I said. "John won't want to lose you but he'll understand, as for money, I earn enough and anyways I think you'll be a success so that's not a problem and don't forget were supposed to be getting married so we need to sort all of that out as well."
Sarah just cuddled me, I think too tired to argue or disagree. I lifted her up and carried her to bed.
The next evening Sarah came home from work with an energy and a smile on her face that I hadn't seen for a while.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Brilliant, really good, I spoke to John."
"What'd he say?"
"He was really good, said he didn't want to lose me, but he'd been expecting it and that it was the right thing to do."
"That's great, I knew he'd understand."
"I've invited him and his new boyfriend Ben around for a meal on Saturday night, as a thank you."
"That's cool, I've really got to like John, he's a good bloke."
"As a sweetener I've told him you'll be doing the cooking and that we'll all be nude."
I looked at Sarah, we both laughed. Ever since Sarah had first shown John pictures of me and more particularly of my cock, it had become somewhat of a standing joke, John wanting to see the real thing for himself, also Sarah was a famously bad cook.
"Also, Sarah continued, I was asked a couple of weeks ago whether I wanted to lecture two afternoons a week at the local college, I turned them down because I was too busy. I contacted them today and they said the job was still there."
"That's great."
"Yeah, so even if it doesn't all work out, I'll have that to fall back on, in the short term at least."
"Good stuff, you've been busy," I said.
"There's more, I spent ages on the phone to my mum, I'd obviously mentioned you before but now they've heard all about you from the girls and they can't wait to meet you."
I shuddered a bit on the inside, the 'girls' were Sarah's sisters Sadie and Ruth, two wildcat, seemingly uninhibited eighteen and twenty year olds with a lust for life and everything it held. The four of us had shared some incredibly horny and hot times together when Sarah's exhibition opened. God only knows what they would have told their mother about me.
"Anyway," Sarah continued. "Mummy and daddy are going to Portugal for three months and would love us to go and stay with them for a week or more or a long weekend at the least."
"That would be great," I said. "We certainly need to meet them before we go making any more solid plans for the wedding, and a bit of sun and relaxation would be lovely."
I knew from Sarah that her parents had had a place in Portugal for years and had recently bought a bigger place down there.
"Can you get time off work?" Sarah asked.
"Should be able to, when were you thinking of?"
"Well I start in the college next week but in four weeks time it's the end of term and I don't have anything else lined up, so how about then?"
"I'll see what I can sort out at work."
"Woohoo, wonderful, I'm looking forward to it already," Sarah said, jumping up on me, legs around my waist and arms around my neck, kissing me madly and saying,
"Now take me to the bedroom and give me a good rogering."
This was like the old Sarah I'd met eight months ago, god I loved this woman.
The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by, Sarah was still busy, flitting around everywhere, but completely re energized. The meal with John and Ben was a hoot, of the three men I think I was the most relaxed about being naked, which showed how much I'd changed. They were both quite self conscious until they'd had a few drinks, then the fun really started, John regaling us with lewd stories and gossip. I think he only mentioned the size of my cock about every ten minutes, which for John was very tame, probably worried about upsetting Ben, who he seemed really into. Sarah for her part was completely at ease, with both the company and the nudity, I think she could walk down the high street naked and it wouldn't bother her too much.
I'd managed to get two weeks leave from work, thinking it would be lovely to be off the week before, and thus going away completely relaxed. Sarah had to teach the Tuesday and Thursday, so we booked our flights for the Friday. I couldn't wait.
On the Tuesday Sarah came home looking a bit flustered.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, just trying to sort out some shit at college."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Probably not, I just feel bad about letting the students down, that's all"
Sarah had only been lecturing three weeks and had found it hard, having never really done anything like it before. She'd told me her students were a nice bunch, two older people who were really into photography and six younger ones who were on a government scheme to get them a skill and into the workplace. They were covering all aspects of the photographic trade on the course but Sarah had been employed to enthuse a bit of energy and real life experience into the program as the head lecturer felt the course had gone a bit stale. She had told me she thought she was getting somewhere and that her enthusiasm was starting to rub off.
"So what's the problem then, how are you letting them down?" I asked.
"Well we have been talking about all sorts, but obviously my area of expertise is taking photos of people, particularly nude people."
In my head I could guess where this was going, but didn't say anything.
"Anyway," Sarah continued. "As this Thursday is our last session this term I was hoping to have a model for them to photograph, but the girl the college normally uses can't make it. I was even thinking of stripping off myself, but that wouldn't work as I need to be behind the cameras to direct them."
"You should take them to the pub and get them pissed instead, they'll probably enjoy that more," I said, trying to direct the conversation away from where I knew it was heading.
"I could I suppose, but it's not the same. I've built up to this session, telling them how to treat models and get the most out of them, now it will be next term and they'll have forgotten it all."
"Well there's not much you can do, you'll just have to explain the situation and do it next term." I said, looking at a dejected looking Sarah.
"Would you pose for us?" Sarah asked, giving me her best little girl/butter wouldn't melt smile.
"No."
"Oh go on, be a darling, you'll be fabulous at it."
"No, it's one thing posing for you and another thing entirely posing for strangers."
"You love being nude and showing off your big dong."
"I don't actually, I enjoy being nude with you and I've even got more comfortable with others, but people looking at my big dong, as you call it, is a bit embarrassing."
"Don't give me all that tosh, you love it, you're an exhibitionist tart at heart," Sarah said with a big grin on her face.
"Guilty as charged, but that's just for you, when I start enjoying it I get really turned on, which wouldn't be appropriate with all your students."
"Don't worry about it, they're all adults and anyway most of them are men and I don't think it will have the same effect on you, or who knows maybe it will," Sarah said as she came towards me with a smile on her face. "It looks like your enjoying just talking about it," she said as she put her hand against my rigid cock.
"Oh please do it," She whispered, beginning to rub her hand up and down, fingers on my fly.
"No, I don't think, this isn't fair."
"Pretty, pretty please," Sarah said, dropping to her knees.
Needless to say, I agreed.
The next two days were a bit of a blur, Sarah explaining how she thought the session would go and then alternatively reassuring me and in the next breath, winding me up about the whole thing. I think Sarah was enjoying every minute of it, looking forward to both mine and the students reactions. She said the best bit was that the younger men in the class, when they were told they would have a nude model to photograph, had assumed it would be a big titted dolly bird. They were in for a shock.
For my part I'd been through a range of emotions but by the time I got to the college I was actually looking forward to it. Sarah greeted me with a big hug at the main entrance.
"How you doing sexy?"
"Fine, thank you," I answered, nerves starting to kick in.
"Did you bring your dressing gown?"
"Yes."
"Great, I'll show you to the men's toilet, a bit smelly I dare say, but you can get changed in there." Lovely!
That morning Sarah had explained the etiquette of the dressing gown to me,
"The college provides one but it won't fit a big lump like you." Charming.
Sarah was waiting outside the bathroom for me when I reappeared. She looked up and down the corridor to see that it was empty and gave me a sumptuous, toe curling kiss.
"I love you," she said.
"Don't kiss me like that."
"Why not?" Sarah asked with a bit of a worried look.
"Because you'll give me a hard on."
Sarah quickly slipped her hand inside my dressing gown, squeezing my rapidly hardening cock,
"Ooh yes, so I have."
"Stop it," I said, gently slapping her wrist.
Sarah giggled, whispered into my ear "I love my big boy," and took me by the hand and led me to the art studio.
We entered a largish room, with high ceilings and large windows letting in a lot of light. There were some desks, chairs and easels pushed into the wall, leaving an empty space in the middle. The eight students were stood around in small groups chatting.
"Hi everyone, this is Michael, our model for today,"
I got a few "Hi Michael's," and "Hello's," and some quizzical looks. A couple of the younger men looked at each other with what I took to be disappointed grimaces, whilst one of the younger girls gave an embarrassed giggle. The rest seemed a bit cooler, looking me up and down.
Sarah continued, "If we could all gather round a bit I'll tell you how I think today should work out."
They came together in a sort of line, most still chatting but a couple with their heads down, not making eye contact. Sarah stood in front of them with me next to her.
"Now I know this is the first time for some of you to photograph a nude model, but everything will be fine. If you remember what I told you about directing and respecting the model then you should get some great shots and have a very rewarding afternoon."
I was wondering if some of them had ever seen a naked man, not alone photographed one.
"As well as being some of your first time this is also Michael's first time posing for a group, so be gentle with him and I'll help you get the most out of him," Sarah said, looking directly at me with a glint in her eyes and drawing a few gentle laughs from the group. She had previously told me that the group didn't know that we were a couple.
"So if you all get your cameras ready I think we'll begin. To start with I think we'll just have Michael stand in the middle and you can walk around taking shots from any angle, it'll get your fingers and brains working, just try not to get your colleagues in the pictures."
They all laughed. Turning to me and holding out her hand, Sarah said,
"Michael, if you're ready."
I held her gaze for a second before taking a deep breath and disrobing, handing Sarah the dressing gown.
I'd been so busy concentrating on controlling my breathing and listening to what Sarah had to say that I hadn't taken a proper look at the students. I stood there naked, looking at them all. There were eight, an older man and woman, both forty-ish and six younger ones, four fellas and two girls, all late teens/early twenties.
The older man looked quite geeky, fiddling excessively with his camera, probably more interested in playing with his apertures' than anything else. The older lady was a much cooler customer, returning my gaze with a smile and looking me up and down slowly. She wore flat shoes and a just above the knee jean skirt over shapely bare legs and a light blouse. She was an attractive lady and the first thought that came into my head was that she'd look fabulous in dark stockings and tight skirt, a sort of sexy secretary look. These thoughts were doing me no good as I felt my cock begin to twitch, which turned her smile into a grin as if she knew what I was thinking, I'd have to watch this one.
Of the younger people, one, who turned out to be called Jake, seemed quite cocky and brash, as if he'd seen it all before. Of the girls, one, a heavy set girl in leggings and loose jumper seemed quite relaxed and comfortable in herself whilst the rest of the young people seemed either disinterested or embarrassed and I could sense probably didn't want to be there.
"How you doing Michael, you ready?" Sarah asked. I nodded.
"Right folks, you can all start moving around now, taking photographs."
They started moving slowly and as I was in the middle of the room, they started circling, looking at me from every side. I had the feeling of a trapped animal, the other animals circling before going in for the kill.
I heard a male voice behind me, "Can you's stop moving so I can get this shot." I heard the camera click a couple of times. That seemed to break the ice, soon cameras were going off from every angle. I didn't do much, just stood still, staring straight ahead. Nobody seemed to come to close, some even moving further back to take their shots. After I don't know how long Sarah said,
"That's a great start everybody, now you can take it in turns posing the model. Who'd like to go first?"
Awkward silence, eventually,
"I've some ideas for poses." It was the older guy.
"That's great Paul, what would you like to do?" asked Sarah.
"Well if Michael can stand in front of that plain wall, I'd like him to do some bodybuilding poses."
"Michael if you can stand over here please, thanks, it's over to you Paul."
"Right Michael if you can stand facing me, turn your right foot out and bend your legs a little, now lift your arms up and flex your guns, that's great, hold everything tight, smile" Click, click, click.
This was a strange and new experience for me; Sarah had normally taken photos of me when I was unaware, and nearly always of just body parts. Now I was doing whole body posing in front of strangers, my legs a bit apart and bent and my gonads hanging down. The saving grace was that I was concentrating so hard on staying flexed and tight that it took my mind off other things.
Paul then had me turn around, stand on my tip toes and squeeze my glutes together. I'm not sure if he was gay or just thinking that it would be a good shot, either way I heard a voice I now knew to be Joyce, my sexy secretary, say to someone, "Ooh, this could be fun."
Paul took another few shots and then it was someone else's turn.
"You okay to continue or do you need a break?" Sarah asked.
"Just a few moments to loosen out my muscles." I said, I never realized flexing hard could be so tiring. I was stood, shaking out my limbs with Joyce stood near me. She glanced at my jiggling cock and said as straight as you like "Good to stay supple, could be a long afternoon." Before I could think of an answer she moved away, I looked and Sarah who just raised her eyebrows and gave a little smile.
I was beginning to feel very comfortable being naked in front of all these people, nearly forgetting that I was. My cock was enjoying the freedom too. Though nowhere near erect, it was certainly a bit bigger than a normal flaccid state, all the moving about and dangling having an effect.
"Right, who wants to go next?"
Joyce, Jake and Melisa, the larger girl in the leggings all made a move to volunteer,
"After you, no after you."
Eventually it was decided that Jake would go next.
Jake stood up, "Right, I've got an idea. A small series of pictures that will tell a story." Jake paused.
"Well that sounds interesting, start whenever you're ready." Said Sarah.
For the first time that afternoon Jake looked a bit flustered, "The thing is," he said, almost sheepishly. "For the idea to work I need a volunteer to be in the photos too, I was hoping Joyce might help."
"Me!"
"It's okay; you get to keep your clothes on."
"Wow, thanks." Joyce said, laughing along with the other's.
"Be a sport, would you do it?"
"I suppose, what do I have to do?" Asked Joyce, not sounding fully convinced.
"Great, Michael you stand in front of the wall, sideways to me. Joyce you stand in front of Michael."
We both did as we were asked, l looked over at Sarah who just nodded, with a 'this could be interesting' sort of expression on her face.
Jake gave us his instructions, "Right, Joyce I want you to start telling Michael off, wagging your finger or whatever, as if he's been a naughty boy. Michael I want you to cast your gaze downwards, as if you're ashamed. Verbalize it if it helps Joyce."
I nodded to myself, this could be interesting. I looked at Joyce who seemed to be thinking about what she was going to do.
"Right I'm ready," said Joyce.
"Michael?" Asked Jake. I nodded.
"Right off you go then."
I looked at Joyce, she change her stance ever so slightly and in a surprisingly stern voice said,
"You've been a very bad boy, you should be ashamed of yourself."
I could hear cameras clicking but was oblivious, I was staring straight at Joyce's face and boobs, her chest heaving inside her blouse with the effort of her speech. I could feel a stirring in my loins
"Don't you look at me like that when I'm telling you off."
Almost involuntarily I averted my gaze, my head dropping, my shoulders slumped. Without thinking I had covered my genitals with my hands, hiding my growing cock.
"Take you hands away from there!" Joyce ordered. I moved my hands to my sides.
"By the look of your willy, you enjoy be told off, don't you? You naughty, dirty boy."
I think I was about to nod, when I heard Sarah's voice say,
"Great work folks, we'll stop that one there, Michael, Joyce great job, well acted."
I heard some disappointed groans come from the other students, I looked at Joyce, her chest only moving slightly as her breathing settled. I smiled at her and got the sexiest wink in return, she looked down at my semi erect cock which caused her to smile and me to harden more.