It was a couple of weeks after I started modeling for the life drawing class and I was downtown on a Saturday doing a little shopping. I stopped to look in the window of an art supply store and was dumbstruck. There was a framed black and white drawing in the window sitting in a display easel and it was me. It was my long, dark hair; it was my quirky eyebrows and full lips; it was my plump titties with bullet-like nipples; it was even my smooth pussy with a hint of my clit hanging out. Anyone who knew me would recognize me in that picture. I looked around but no passersby were paying any attention to the shop window. I was hoping I had been hallucinating, but when I looked back the sketch of me was still there. It was framed under very nice non-glare glass and I liked the modern, metal frame. I didn’t like the exposure, though. And how did a sketch from the Life Drawing class get displayed in a store window for everyone to see? It was hot out that day and I was wearing a little dress that looked like a tank top only it covered my ass. Barely. It was made of a thin, cotton knit that clung to my nipples and kept them erect and the cream color of the fabric made it sort of see-through. It wasn’t a very serious looking outfit and I’d have preferred to look more serious when I entered the store. It was going to be hard etimesgut escort to complain about my naked picture in the window when I wasn’t wearing much more. Maybe it would be dim in the store and the owner wouldn’t notice. Yeah, and maybe he was blind. There were no customers in the store that I could see, but there was a man and a woman behind the counter, and the closer I got, the more they looked like a couple. She was trim in a powder-blue pantsuit and short, curly gray hair, and he had balding gray hair and a mustache and wore a plaid shirt tucked into baggy pants worn too high and doing nothing to obscure his large gut. I approached the counter and the woman smiled at me and said, “It’s our anonymous beauty, Matthew.” His eyes were glued to my nipples. “Indeed it is.” I said, “I don’t understand how you got that sketch of me, the one in the window.” “We have quite a few of them,” she said. “The students keep bringing them in and they’re selling like hotcakes. Now they’re photocopying them so we can keep them in stock.” I looked over at the man but he was still staring at my tits. “Well, this is humiliating,” I said. “Plus, my dad works downtown and probably walks by here all the time. He’d kill me if he saw that picture.” At the very least, he’d stop paying my tuition at eryaman escort art school. The woman looked sympathetic. “Well, I guess we could take it out of the window, but it’s been bringing in customers.” She looked over at the man. “Why do you think, honey?” “No,” said the man, looking up at me for the first time. “They’re great sketches; you should be proud of posing for them.” The woman said, “Maybe you ought to show her the photographs, Mat.” “What photographs?” I asked. The man went out from around the counter and headed for the back room. The woman said, “Go on, dear, follow him back to his office. He’ll show them to you.” It was a messy little office but he found the photos and spread them out on his desk. I hadn’t noticed any of the students with cell phones, but I guess they had them. There I was, in living color, some taken candidly when I’d been walking around the classroom or stretching or bending over. I turned to the owner. “I don’t suppose you’d let me have those.” “Oh, hell no—I jerk off to them.” He reached out and yanked down my top and the next thing I knew my tits were exposed and he had squatted down and was now fastening his mouth over my left nipple. He really clamped down on it and I cried out a little and the next thing I knew there was some serious suction sincan escort going on. He was even growling a little and shaking it like a bone. What was it with older men? They had the idea they could do anything they wanted with me, like I was public property or something. They never asked, they never apologized afterward; they just manhandled me like I was some blow-up doll for their enjoyment. And why the hell did I love being treated like that? Seriously, I should probably see a shrink. I was coming continuously when his hand went up my skirt and he began to finger-fuck me ferociously. I couldn’t help making noise and I wondered if his wife would hear and come to see what was happening. I didn’t care, though; I just didn’t care. All I cared about was his mouth mauling my nipple and his fingers digging into my cunt. And I wanted a chance at what looked like a wild animal moving inside his pants. I hadn’t had cock filling my mouth since Thursday and it was feeling bereft. And the thought of him masturbating to my pictures was making me so hot I felt combustible. When he finally dropped his pants and shoved me to my knees, I fell on his cock like a starving beast. It was short and so meaty I almost couldn’t get my mouth over it. I reached around him and shoved two fingers up his ass, fucking him to the rhythm of my sucking. I thought I saw him waving someone away at one point and wondered if his wife had looked in the door. Maybe she was used to it. A man with Matt’s talents probably had to fight off the women. When he came it was like a geyser. I was swallowing and choking and it just kept on coming.