Another Model

The teen squirmed in her seat a little as she spoke. "It's just, well, while i'm... very impressed with your body... " she swallowed a bit as her eyes remained locked not with your face but your manhood. "I think we should have a female model too."

Oh good. There seemed to be a wide murmur of agreement from the class. This was the perfect chance for you to get out of their attention and get back into some clothes.

"That's a fine idea!" you said eagerly, already moving to get your clothes. "If one of your would volunteer, i'll get dressed and-"

"No!" came another voice, another girl from Sarah's team of conspirators. "I haven't gotten the look right on your co- erm, your privates, sir. If you get dressed now it'll ruin my entire sketch!" Even more girls chimed in that they too weren't done ogling your body while pretending to draw.

"Now look, I can't-"

"You'll just need to pose with the new model, sir." It was Sarah speaking again. The obvious ringleader of this little stunt. Her calm demeanor was really starting to annoy you as she smiled her simple innocent seeming smile. "If it'll help everyone else, i'll model with you."

Your jaw dropped just a little. "Sarah, I can't ask you to-"

"No, you can't, but it's perfectly fine if I volunteer. Come on, we can't let the class fail because we're too modest." Everything in her voice suggested that she was in control of this class, and not you. You fumed a little but the teen had already made up her mind and was setting down her sketchbook as she stood.

She made a real show of undressing. First her shoes were gently slipped off and then each knee sock was pulled slowly down her slender legs. After that she began the work of unfastening each button of her top before working it gingerly off her shoulders one at a time. A little smirk hit her face as she looked at you for only a second, then turned away slightly. "Please, it's making it difficult if you stare." she chimed. Next came her skirt without any real ceremony, but the way she flicked the article of clothing away from her was seductive all its own. Slowly she began to unwork her bra, snapping the clasps free with her back turned to you so as not to reveal too much of the show too quickly. Finally, and with great care, she slide the simple cotton panties down her from her hips, bending over to guide them down her legs to show off her plump round ass. Finally she turned to you, one arm covering her shapely breasts while her free hand covered her front nethers in feigned modesty.

"Well. Mr Doe, should we pose?"

If you hadn't been hard already you would have been bursting now as the curvy teen made her way up to the front of the class and stood close, just a little too close, to you. You were only able to mumble an embarrassed few words of protest as your eyes ran instinctually over her once or twice.

"Sarah, you're standing too far apart... I can't quite fit you both on my paper." voiced one of the girls in her little cabal.

"Oh, does this help?" Sarah replied calmly, yet with a growing roguish smirk on her lips, moving closer still so that the very tip of your meat was brushing over her soft ass cheeks.

"You're just a little too short! Try to stand up on your tip toes, please!" came another student who was quickly catching onto the scheme.

"Of course! See if this makes a difference!" came Sarah's reply as she dutifully slid up onto her tip toes, and act that caused her to step backward just a little more to hold her balance. Your dick was slid teasingly against the crack of her ass while she did so.

"No no, that doesn't look right... You can stand normally again."

Your masculinity was hotdogged between her curvy buns as she lowered herself on command of her classmates. A little coo seemed to pass over her lips as she felt your rigid tool slide vertically and snug within her cheeks. "Ooooo, easy Mr. Doe. I think you're getting a little fresh..." she purred over her shoulder in a half whisper that could still be heard by the class.

So this was their little game. To tease you and rub against you in front of the other girls under the innocent illusion that she's only trying to help her classmates with an art project, knowing full too well that as their teacher you weren't allowed to act on the rising urges they were milking out of you. Two could play on this game. The headmistress HAD said that they were all clever girls, but still any girls needed some discipline and authority. Maybe it was time to exercise the power of your position.