Painting

"I'd like to be painted," you say without conviction.

"Very well."

You stand on a pedestal in the center of the room and the class begins to paint. Miss Desmond seems upset.

"Something isn't right here. Where's the sexuality? Jennifer! Kat! Take your paintbrushes and approach the subject. You! Take of those pants!"

A pair of giggling schoolgirls make their way over to you, cleaning their paintbrushes. You carefully remove your pants.

"Girls, paint the subject."

The girls look confused.

"Do I have to spell it out for you two?" says Miss Desmond, "Apply your paintbrushes to his body."

The schoolgirls began to run the paintbrushes up and down your naked legs, and, of course, you feel blood rushing down to your crotch.

"Err... Miss Desmond," says Jennifer, "He's getting a hard-on, what do I do?"

"It sound like you're on the right track! Incorporate it into your art!"

Kat, the feistier of the two drags your underwear off. Your rock hard cock bounces as it is released. Jennifer looks away from your monster, giggling.

A pair of wet paintbrushes begin to run across the shaft of your penis. Jennifer makes short, repetitive strokes. Kat carefully traces the veins and tickles the edge of the head.

You can feel your body responding to the brushstrokes, your balls began to swell. Pre-cum leaks freely from the tip of your cock, the fluid runs down and lubricates the paintbrushes. Kat is applying more of her work to the head, and even Jennifer is becoming more bold with her paintbrush.

"Do you have any suggestions?" asks Miss Desmond in a husky voice.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"I think he needs more stimulation," Kat blurts out.

Miss Desmond smiles, "Well, then why don't you improvise?"

Kat gleefully manipulates the head of your throbbing cock with her paintbrush. With her free hand she grabs a handful of Jennifer's hair and pushes her painted pink lips up against the tip. Jennifer, surprised, opens her mouth to protest, and you instinctively thrust into her.

The feeling of two paintbrushes on your cock and the warmth of Jennifer's mouth push you ever the edge. With a grunt of pleasure you fire a load deep into Jennifer's throat. She pulls back and several string of semen shoot out and paint her pretty face.

"Jennifer!" Shouts Miss Desmond, "Don't let that seed go to waste! This is real art!"

Jennifer reluctantly swallows your meal. Kat scoops some of the warm goo from Jennifer's face and seductively sucks on her fingers, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You can feel yourself responding to the erotic act.

"Wow! says Miss Desmond, "It looks like we might get a second painting done today!"