1. 04. Madame Jolie's Art Class


    Date: 11/16/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    were looking at shape, shade, and proportion. No one was concerned with the fact there was a guy in the room with his dick out. Except her. A feline girl with an open, good humoured face and a dark tumble of curls held messily on top of her head. It was typical, you tell yourself something, assure yourself it’s true and then your mind simply has to test it, find the exception. And no sooner had I found the twinkle in the eyes of this cheeky girl when she smiled a complicit little secret smile at me. So seed of doubt sown. As the short poses ended, I remembered, with a jolt of horror, that these weren’t art students. These were ordinary civilians out for a distraction on Saturday morning and, with the exception of one middle aged bloke, all female. What’s more, it seemed one of them was getting more and more ‘distracted’ by the minute. I told myself this was just wilful arrogance on my part. My puffed up pride forcing me to see things that may or may not be there. My ego just desperate that no one, surely, could look at this body, this member, without becoming aroused! First long pose. No place to hide. Reclined, all out there. “Everybody look at my package!” for 20 long minutes. Half way through, Madame Jolie picked up a woman’s sketch. “Tres Bien! Everybody look! Look at this! This woman is an artist! She has drawn a lion! Ready to pounce!” “Actually, it’s a jaguar.” “Oui! C’est magnifique! My dear why did you chose to draw this animal and not our helpful model over ...
    there?” “Ah… he just looks… like a jaguar.” “Oui! But do you know his name?” “Umm… Paul?” “ Le Grand Feline ! BC! Big Cat!” The woman shrugged. “Monsieur BC,” she turned to me, “you are like a coiled animal, too tensed, loosen up. We are here to draw you, not admire your physique.” The second pose was a haze of trying to avoid the attractive girl who had secretly smiled at me, and continued to do so if I caught her eye, and who was getting pinker as the morning wore on. She even took off her jumper, just biting back a giggle as I clocked her nipples, stiff against her cotton blouse beneath. Third, and last, pose. Madame Jolie stuck me on a chair, arms clasped behind me, legs apart. It couldn’t have been a worse position. The girl, directly in front of me, right in the firing line, lit up and my heart raced. Her face was crimson, lips parted, un-self-consciously staring at my cock and then I realised why. Oh god in heaven. It was stirring. Madame Jolie didn’t notice at first, she was busy chatting, but the effect on “the girl” was magical. She bit her lip, stopped drawing, and was flicking her eyes all over me. Whether real or imaginary, I could feel the heat of her horn. It ignited mine, and by degrees – unstoppably - my cock grew monstrously, proudly erect in front of the lot of them. A ripple of noise ran around the studio and a couple of the students huffed and puffed and packed up their stuff to leave. In panic, I stared at the poor lone bloke, hoping this would calm me down, ...
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