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This story was written for Kemper as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains M/Solo and M/F sexual acts in a public place. :3

L is for Life Drawing

Kemper couldn't believe that he had been talked into this. He stood outside the classroom in nothing but a white cotton robe, shivering not because he was cold, the building was thankfully rather warm and comfortable, but because he couldn't stop thinking about how in just a couple of minutes he would have to take off that robe, and pose for an entire room full of college level art students. A couple of years ago he never would have dared be so bold. Hell, a couple of hours ago he wouldn't have imagined being so confident in exposing himself publicly in this manner. But then, of course, Emily had gotten involved. The otter had so many hats to wear, so many talents. Not only was she a licensed massage therapist, but she taught classes in life drawing part time too. And that morning, when her model cancelled at the last minute and her normal backup proved unavailable, she had reached out to someone else whom she trusted implicitly.

The feline male swallowed thickly as he heard a voice from within the room, getting slowly louder as its owner approached the far side of the door.

"...so please be extra understanding and considerate if he's a little nervous. Don't be afraid to work with that though. Nervousness isn't an expression we often get to see in art, especially not combined with the type of subject matter we're working with today."

Moments later the classroom door swung open, and Emily stuck her head out into the corridor with a beaming smile.

"Okay Kemper, the class is ready for you now. Thank you so much for agreeing to this. You have no idea how much it means to me and all my students."

The otter extended a soft brown furred paw to the sabretoothed cat, and she squeezed his hand reassuringly when he took it. Kemper allowed himself to be led into the room, looking around bashfully as he held onto his robe with his remaining free paw. There weren't that many students, somewhere between fifteen and twenty at a glance, but in a way that only made things worse. If there were hundreds of them at least Kemper could tell himself that at any one time there were probably countless people in the classroom being distracted by conversations and other matters not related to his bare-naked body. But in such an intimate space as this, with all the students standing at their easels in a semicircle in front of the raised dais area where he was obviously meant to position himself, they would all be watching him all the time, and he would be unable to not watch them.

Kemper was so caught up staring at the students themselves, trying to tell himself that they all looked perfectly nice and normal and not at all like the kind of people who would point and laugh as soon as he took off his robe, that it was only when Emily led him to the dais in the centre of the room and gently released his hand from hers he noticed that the otter was dressed in a white cotton robe of her own. Before he could ask why this was the case of course, she began to speak. To address him, and to address the class through him.

"Now, Kemper. If you'd like to sit or stand, that's your choice. Remember you don't have to remain absolutely still, that would kind of defeat the purpose of today's life study after all. But if you can keep the same general pose, something simple and natural, that would be super helpful. Don't make any effort to conceal any part of your body, as today I want the class to focus their efforts on brief sketches of distinct areas of the body; particularly those areas that we might be tempted to glaze over, as well as facial expressions. I don't want to see any Ken dolls here today if anyone does try a quick full body sketch, but I encourage you to hone in on much more particular regions. Remember our theme for the month, after all."

Looking around the class, Kemper was surprised to see several of them blushing and looking around a little bashfully. In a way that made him feel somewhat relieved, knowing that the students were every bit as awkward and uncomfortable with drawing a soon to be naked man they didn't know as he was being said soon to be naked man. He smiled reassuringly, glancing around the room trying to offer a little warmth without directing his gaze too overtly at any of the more red faced students, then turned that smile upon Emily.

"So, what is your theme for the month?"

Emily giggled and waved a hand at Kemper. He raised an eyebrow, and nodded at her expectantly. All of a sudden, her smile faded. She leaned in close to him and whispered.

"Wait, you don't remember? I mean, I told you about it last week. I only asked you to do this because I thought you remembered."

Kemper's eyes widened, and he leaned in towards the otter just as she had towards him.

"Last week?"

He wracked his brain trying to remember any such conversation. The only thing that came to mind was when they'd spent a half hour or so joking around about Emily teaching her class all about erotic art, how to capture expressions of pleasure and how she'd love it if they could fuck in class one day for their students to draw. He opened his muzzle to say as much, and it was then that the bottom dropped out of his stomach. It was then that a horrifying possibility occurred to Kemper as he was standing there in that classroom with his robe on and nothing beneath it, already wasting the time of these students who had paid to be here, and were eager... if a little bashful in some cases, to see what today's class would offer them.

"O-oh god."

He whispered as quietly as he could to Emily.

"You weren't kidding? Y-you... you really are teaching them about erotic art?"

Emily stared right back at him, half aghast, half amused by just how impossible a situation they'd gotten themselves into.

"Yeah, I really am. Oh god Kemper I'm sorry, but... it's such short notice. I can't find someone else, and I don't want to let them down. Look, if you're really not comfortable with this I don't want to push you, but... you're such a handsome guy, and I can say from experience that only becomes more true when you're... worked up. So, if you could? If you still feel comfortable doing this? It would mean even more to me than before, and I'd be so, so grateful."

She didn't say that last part suggestively, she wasn't holding sex over Kemper's head for what she was asking him to do or anything of the sort. He could see upon her face that she meant it with all due sincerity, and it was that sincerity, that warmth and genuine care that he had seen from the otter in the past, which made Kemper's decision a relatively easy one to make. He took a deep breath, smiled at her, and began to unfasten his robe.

"So... you want me to strike an erotic pose? Or... o-or, am I meant to get hard?"

Emily blushed, and giggled as she took a step closer to Kemper. The room murmured as she reached into the folds of his robe just as it fell open at the front, though with amusement and excitement rather than any trace of disapproval, and the feline male gasped as he felt her warm, soft hands beginning to massage his sheath and balls. The otter rose up on her tip-toes and pecked him on the lips, before leaning in and whispering to Kemper even as he started to feel himself getting hard.

"Oh, Kemper. If it was last week's class that would have been fine, but this week... this week I promised them that the life model would masturbate for them. Openly. All the way to... completion."

The sabretoothed cat shuddered and tensed within Emily's grasp, but closed his eyes and focused on the touch of her fingers. On the warmth of her hands on his sheath, his balls, and soon his rapidly swelling cock. He tried to think of all the times he'd fantasised about just such a situation as this. Finding himself in some circumstance where people would watch and be thrilled, excited by his cock on display and his hand working himself to orgasm. He took another deep, ragged breath, and opened his eyes as his own hand moved to tease Emily's aside, and to take over the slow, steady stroking of his cock as she worked it to full erection.

"Well then, I guess I'm jerking off in front of an art class."

He whispered to the otter, a surprisingly playful and devilish thought crossing his mind a moment later which he could barely believe he had the confidence to utter given the circumstances.

"Although if I'm really honest? I'm kinda just gonna be checking out their teacher. She's fucking hot."

Emily giggled and playfully shoved Kemper away from her, smirking as she turned to the rest of the class., then gestured openly to the sabretoothed male. Kemper released his cock just long enough to shuck off his robe and kick it aside behind the dais. He took a seat upon it, facing forward with his body tilted slightly back, one hand supporting his weight while the other wrapped itself around his erection once more, near the base where his subtle canine heritage was beginning to express itself in the form of his gradually swelling knot. His gaze fell upon Emily once more, and as she stepped back behind the various painters she flashed him a double thumbs up, then a jerk-off motion with one hand. Kemper grinned, nodded, and with his face crimson and his heart thundering in his chest, he began to look around at the fifteen to twenty sets of charcoals and pencils already beginning to sketch what was no doubt his twitching cock, and started to stroke it more purposefully on behalf of each and every one of them.

As Kemper began to masturbate, still deeply self-conscious and highly aware of every gasp, every twitch his body made and in particular aware of the unlocked door of the classroom somewhere behind him, he looked around the room in search of something more productive to focus his mind upon. In doing so he couldn't help but observe the people who were currently sketching him, his face burning a deeper and deeper shade of red beneath its fur as he wondered what portions of his anatomy were currently appearing on the page. He soon noticed however that as embarrassed and overwhelmed by what he found himself doing as he might have been, he wasn't alone in those feelings. He noticed a tigress who kept on looking away whenever his gaze moved in her direction, and whose thighs seemed to squeeze together every few seconds as she worked, her tail flicking from side to side behind her much as Kemper's did when he was worked up. He saw a couple of guys who shifted from foot to foot as they worked, trying and failing to disguise the fact that they were hard in their own trousers. In fact the more he looked, the harder it was for him to find a single person present who didn't seem rather personally, intimately affected by seeing him do what he was doing. And in realising that fact, Kemper himself felt more readily able to embrace what was happening. After all, it was one thing to be jerking off in front of a group of strangers, but jerking off in front of a group of strangers who were enjoying it? That was out of the territory of nightmare, and far closer to fantasy.

"Very good, Suri. The motion lines on the hand there are fantastic. Keep up the good work."

As Kemper got more and more into the act of his ever so exposed and public masturbation, he somewhat zoned out of the room and its occupants, though he could still hear Emily's voice as she wandered the room addressing various students.

"Now that he's getting more relaxed, try to capture some of his expressions of pleasure. The thoughtfulness of his mind wandering to capture a fantasy or a thought to ground his stimulation. The strained look of someone craving more than what their body is currently providing them. The relief and joy of pleasure itself which comes with every stroke and squeeze."

His ears twitched, and he moaned softly. Listening to her talk about him, that was what was grounding him. It was thinking about her, about Emily and how she had coaxed him here with the full expectation of watching him jerk off in front of all her students, that excited and pushed him closer and closer to climax. Soon his hand was roaming over his knot every few strokes, and squeezing at the thickened, swollen mass of sensitive nerves. He was grunting, growling, and humping at his own hand with such growing fever that it was no surprise to him when he heard Emily speak again, more directly in regard to his personal situation this time round.

"Class, pay attention. He looks like he's getting ready to cum. Is that right, Kemper? Are you close?"

The feline male looked around the room and shuddered happily as he saw all the students waiting, hanging on in expectation of his answer, watching his hand move faster and faster upon his straining, drooling cock. He whimpered, and nodded with a desperately needy groan.

"Y-yeah..."

Emily giggled, and looked around the class as they stood frozen and just watched the sabretoothed cat jerking off. She snapped her fingers, and smirked as many of them jumped, looked around and blushed crimson.

"Focus on the expressions on his face. On the motion of his hand and the arcs of his cum when it lets go. After he cums, you'll have ten minutes to sketch from memory what you saw. Then we move on to the next exercise for the second half of class."

Kemper's eyes widened. The next exercise? His head span with thoughts of what that next exercise could be. Of what it could mean. He looked around the room at all the pairs of eyes fixated upon his panting face and throbbing cock. He looked at Emily, at the otter dressed in that beautifully simple, soft cotton robe, and tried to peel it off her with his eyes alone. He wondered if what lay beneath that robe was the next exercise. He wondered if he could be there to see it, whatever it was. He wondered how many guys were going to jerk off to thoughts of him after this class was done. How many women were going to finger themselves to the memory of his cock throbbing and twitching within his paw, wishing that it had been their hand, muzzle or something else entirely wrapped around it instead.

His eyes bulged. He let slip a strangled howl, and before he could truly savour the moment, before he could realise what was happening, Kemper began to cum in front of that whole class full of students. Not to show off, not to try and make himself look good or sexy as he did so. Just to cum, jerking himself off as desperately as he could in an effort to maximise his pleasure, and letting his body shake, his face twitch and contort, and his cock spray forth ribbon after ribbon of thick seed as he did so, whimpering and gasping in ecstasy all the while.

By the time Kemper was spent, squeezing his knot and coaxing a final few droplets from his cock as he grunted and allowed his head to fall limp upon his shoulders, Emily was by his side. Indeed by the time he looked up again she was on her knees before him, and the class gasped, giggled and murmured as without a word, just a playful smile to the cat, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth to clean it off. Kemper purred as she cleaned him without over-stimulating his erection, and he growled happily when she drew back only to stand up, straddle his lap, and sit down upon it.

They kissed, and after reminding her class that they still had eight minutes to sketch, Kemper found Emily rubbing noses with him and peering deep into his eyes as he cuddled with the still robe-clad otter, feeling her bare thighs resting against his with no trace of underwear present.

"S-so... what happens in ten minutes? Do you masturbate for them, give them the female perspective? Can I stay and watch if you do? I'll even try to draw you... if stick figure interpretations are okay."

Emily giggled as Kemper whispered to her between their kisses, and shook her head.

"I'm afraid you don't get to watch. But... only because I'm still gonna need your help. The class has been so good at individual models, I really wanted to set them a challenge. But... if you think it's hard to find a reliable and appropriate model who is happy to masturbate for a classroom full of college students? It's even harder to find two such models who would be happy to not only pose together, but... well, do more than pose."

The sabretoothed cat's eyes widened, and he saw Emily blush and nod as he put two and two together.

"When you joked about us fucking in front of your class... you weren't joking about that either, huh?"

Licking her lips and nuzzling against Kemper once again, Emily giggled and shook her head. She glanced around at the class, most of whom had stopped sketching now and were just watching them whisper and smooch and snuggle up together, many blushing, some looking at them with longing if not outright jealousy. Looking back up at the clock, she frowned.

"There are still four minutes. But... if you really are more interested in sketching the two of us together? If you think you're up to the challenge of some more complex poses with two intertwining forms?"

She shrugged, and as though it was the most natural thing in the world cast her robe aside while shuffling forward upon Kemper's lap, closer and closer to his still hard, oh so recently spent yet even now eagerly throbbing shaft.

"Well then, who am I to deny you that inspiration. Who are either of us to hold you back from exploring your artistic vision, hmm?"

She wrapped her arms around Kemper's neck, leaned in, and kissed the feline male deeply as she scooted further and further forward until she was sitting astride his rock hard cock. All it would take would be the tiniest lift of her buttocks, and a quick hand to angle his shaft upward, and then...

Kemper gasped as he felt her lift, and his eyes bulged as he felt her hand upon his cock. A moment later she was engulfing him. Wrapping tight around him and squeezing, milking, quivering in excitement even in the first moments of their love-making in front of all these wide eyed students. The cat watched as the otter straddling him, surrounding him now gave a joyous shudder of her very own, and began to rock back and forth upon his lap. Her legs encircled his waist, her nose bumped playfully against his, and as he reached down to fondle and caress her soft furred buttocks in return, she whispered to him tenderly.

"The class technically finishes on the hour, but... we're the last class of the day to use this room, so if you can last longer? If you don't mind us... ah posing together for a little longer? Y-you... we can keep going. For as long as they want to draw us. To watch us. O-or... or even longer, if there are any more complex poses you'd like to try out for... oohh, for when you come back for next week's lesson."

By Jeeves

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