Feelings

For a period of time I modelled at an evening class for artists who practiced drawing nudes. I went once a month on Wednesdays to the small art school in the City. The size of the group differed each time but this one evening there were just four men and a lady, all in their late middle age.
They got their things ready as I undressed and someone put on classical music as usual. The room was quite large with a bunch of chairs in a big circle. I would stand or sit or lie in the middle of the wooden floor, taking different poses for varying amounts of time. The teacher was one of the men, a small man with a big beard called Martin. He was the one who arranged it all and p aid me. This one night he added some extra m oney to my c ompensation, with a smile and saying I was so wonderful. I had had sex with him after one art class and when he blinked I thought it was an invitation.
I sat down on my knees in the middle and started posing as they practiced drawing me, and I admit that it excited me being watched and drawn. But then Martin brought out some props, a wine bottle, a broom, a baseball bat, and for different sized cock replica dildos. He told me to hold a dildo up to my mouth and pose kissing it. I obliged and they drew me. Then he told me to take the baseball bat and do the same, which I did.
Martin then came up to me and guided me into a kneeling pose, leaning back with my knees wide apart. But then, instead of going back and helping the others or drawing himself he brought out his cock. I was stunned and didn't say anything, just stared at him.
The other men suddenly put down their drawing pads and charcoals and approached me aswell, taking out their big dicks.
I thought they were going to group fuck me but to my big surprise Martin instead started pissing on me. It was a cascade of warm piss that landed on my stomach first, but then higher and higher. I don't know why but I just sat their, holding the baseball bat, as he pissed me straight i the face.
Then another man did the same. He ordered me to open my mouth, which I did and he pissed straight into it. I tried not to swallow but it was impossible. As martin and the first man did this, the other two lasturbated over me and just as the others stopped pissing on me they ejaculated over my face and tits. Martin and the first man, proceeded to pump themselves too and it didn't take long for them to orgasm as well and leaving huge loads of sperm in my face and mouth.
The woman didn't say anything but just sat there staring. When the men stepped back and took up their drawing things, she looked disapprovingly at me but just started drawing again, as did the men - as if nothing special had happened. They smiled happily as they drew and Martin told me to change pose a few times. It felt surreal.
When the class finally finished, and they all quietly left and saying thankyou I got up and looked at their many drawings. As usual they hung them up on a wall afterwards, and saw myself all drenched.
I showered dressed and took the bus home and caressed myself to a climax, with one of Martin's drawings of me.