A&e: Art of the Climax
Exhibitionist & Voyeur Story

A&e: Art of the Climax

by Tomh1966 18 min read 4.2 (8,100 views)
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Sometimes stories just hit me out of the blue. I saw the inspiration to this story on a random PG rated link. This one only took about ten hours to finish which is a miracle for me as I have hundreds of hours in other stories and series.

This one was hard to categorize and could have gone in several categories.

There are going to be multiple stories based around the artist in this story, all completely unrelated to each other unless specified and on a completely random publication schedule as my warped little brain comes up with scenarios. The artist, Joanna Boyer who specializes in erotic art featuring women. Some of her work is ultra hardcore, some of it rather softcore, and a bit of it is okay for Youtube. This is a milder story and it ended light years from where I thought it would when I started writing.

This story is inspired by 'Hysterical Literature' where an artist had women read well known novels at a desk while his (wife) assistant used a large vibrator on the woman to make her orgasm. The women are only shown chest up and the videos are not visually explicit. I HIGHLY suggest watching them by googling 'Hysterical Literature' to get a general idea. I'm not sure I would call them safe for work, but they easily meet Youtube guidelines. Some of the sexiest non-nude videos you will ever see.

It is completely delightful seeing the women having their moment of bliss.

There is a Vanity Fair article I recommend reading where one of the subjects talked about her experience. Note you can only read it once as the site only gives one free article a month.

The subject in this story reads from Sense and Sensibility which is in the public domain.

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Art and Experimentation

Art of the Climax

How was she going to tell her husband?

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Thirty-seven year old Lisa Davie came into the house from the attached garage and closed the door then leaned back against it, sighed with an unhappy expression. She walked into the kitchen, setting her keys down on the kitchen table then plopped into a chair and stared out the window as she pushed her shoulder length medium blonde hair back over her ear and sighed.

Ten minutes later, her husband, Thomas, walked in the door and saw his wife looking distinctly unhappy sitting at the table and staring out the window. He said, "Uh oh."

Lisa looked up and said, "Thomas, we have to talk."

Those words alarmed him, "This better not be you making... requests."

Lisa was confused then a bit angry, "You know that real 'We have to talk' stories are extremely rare. Right? I love you, you insecure doofus. Believe it or not, I meant those wedding vows." She sighed, "Still, you aren't going to like it. It's sexual and I want to do it to support The Art Department at our university."

Thomas looked both angry and alarmed then even more angry...

Lisa read her husband, "No, there are no men involved."

Thomas relaxed, paused for a minute then got angry again.

She read him again, "No, not a woman either. Well, directly. Shit. This is coming out wrong. Sit down."

Though still very upset, Thomas sat down after deciding that he had to have faith in his wife, "Go on."

Lisa looked at him and steeled herself, "Have you heard of the artist Joanna Boyer?"

Thomas shook his head and said, "Nope."

She looked at him sourly, hoping for more than a single angry word and a terse answer.

She continued after his brief silence. "Well, in art circles she is quite famous for her art which is all about our bodies and our sexuality. She wants to come to our college and do an artistic study of when the primitive brain takes over the rational brain. She is looking for women in the age range of twenty five to forty five. The title is 'The Art of the Climax'."

He said with anger and a lot of alarm, "WHAT!? Sounds like porn. How sexual?"

Lisa sighed, "I am going to read until I can't while they induce me to orgasm."

He got angry, "Quit!"

She sighed, "And give up a pension I am vested in, my seniority and for that matter, our health insurance. Look, I want to do this to help my college and the humanities department. This will get us a lot of publicity and hopefully enrollment. The number of students is down and STEM degrees are all the rage."

He looked at her, "Publicity?!?"

She looked at him, "They... um will have video of me reading as they uh... stimulate me."

He said, "If you do this I'll..."

She glared at him, "Don't make threats you might need to walk back. You don't know any of the details."

She looked at him and changed her tone completely, "Please. Just listen to me and if you still object to it, I will back off though I won't promise to be a happy camper with you. Understand that I want to take part in this project and I want to support my department. There is no threat to you. The videos will be available on Youtube, but they won't show my intimate body parts."

He stared angrily for almost a minute, seething, but understanding that a divorce threat could make things much worse with no way back, "Except my wife's orgasm face. Fine! Tell me the details."

She sighed then looked at him, ignoring the sarcasm of the word 'fine', "It will take place in Martinsen Hall, the dorm they closed down last year. All staff will be women and I will be taken into a room alone with a camera that will only show me chest up and I will have a shirt on. I will read Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen."

He thought for a second, "You said shirt. What about the rest?"

She sighed and said, "I will be wearing nothing below the waist. There are no men involved. I will mount a chair and a vibrator will be attached after they also attach an artificial phallus."

He said with a scowl, "You mean insert."

She nodded, "It is all remote controlled from a different room by a woman. I will start to read and go until I, uh, am too distracted. They will repeat it several times with recovery time between sessions."

He looked at her, almost unbelieving her story. She sighed and said, "This is very good publicity for our department. Our enrollment in the humanities including the art department is dropping. Thomas this is important to me. I'm lucky I'm an instructor in a class that is taken by students in all majors as one of the choices for general education, but several of my friends are in a very vulnerable spot job wise. "

He was deep in thought when she said, "I promise that there is no other person having intimate contact with me involved in this. Once they situate me, women in a control room will do... logistical things."

She sighed and looked into his eyes and said, "Please."

He sat there a moment, read the honesty in her eyes and said, "Fine. The second you see a man, you run out of there whether you are wearing pants or not. If anything and I mean anything is a bit odd, you run out. I expect you to..."

He sighed then softened and even backtracked a few words, "I need you to keep in touch with me and answer me if I text. Communication is to be completely open. I will try not to bug you."

Relief flooded her then she hugged him hard, "I promise!"

Three days later, the first person she saw was a man. A black man who was about six foot five and looked like an ex NFL player was standing in front of the door. A couple in front of her was approaching him when he stepped aside but said to the man escorting the woman, "No men inside."

The man kissed his wife then his wife walked inside. Lisa caught the eye of the man who merely nodded as she walked in. Ahead was a desk with a line of five women, an attendant sitting at a table checking names in and two other attendants who would meet each woman, alternating in turn and taking the woman down a hallway. Lisa waited her turn then gave her name, "Lisa Davie."

The woman looked down on a list then put a checkmark by her name then asked, "Is this emergency number correct and is it a cell phone in case we need to contact them?"

Lisa nodded, "My husband",

The attendant said, "Follow Jill and she will give you instructions."

The hall took a left turn then there was a large open space to what had been a large study room which now held lockers lined up against the walls... and thirty women in various stages of undress. Jill pointed at a very attractive medium brown haired woman and said, "She will help orient you."

Lisa was even more nervous as a woman in her mid twenties who was bare as she was born introduced herself, "I am Adela, Joanna's assistant, and you are?"

Lisa looked at the well endowed and too young and attractive young woman who stood with a casual air belying her nudity. Lisa answered, "Lisa. Lisa Davie."

The woman smiled then went to a table with a pile of pink medical scrubs on it, going through the pile until she found the one that was the size she was looking for and handed it to her, "Undress completely, including underwear and put your clothes in a locker. She handed Lisa a pair of footies and a name badge. Put this scrub top and the footies on, then put the name tag at the top of your scrub."

Lisa looked around. A number of women looked unsure while others were either undressing or wearing the scrub. She noted the scrub had been shortened to end right below the navel. She recognized Olivia, yet another all too attractive young grad student from the art department was wearing the scrub. Literally just the scrub with her all too attractive vagina with a nicely trimmed fluff of pubic hair above it bare to the world. The scrub had the name tag with her name on it, "Olivia C".

She looked at her own name tag that looked similar except hers said, "Lisa D"

Very nervous, she steeled herself, unsnapped her capris and pushed them down along with her panties. She laughed at the absurdity of the situation then sat down, undid her shoes and took off her socks then pushed her capris and panties off, setting them beside herself. More women were filling in and more women standing around wearing the pink scrub top and nothing below their navels. There were women in pink tops and bare vaginas everywhere.

"In for a dime in for a dollar" was her last thought before pulling her T-shirt over her head then unsnapping her bra. That always felt good and she involuntarily rubbed her breasts and said, "Aaaaah"

The reddish blond haired woman standing next to her laughed as she had begun undressing top first. The woman was around forty five years old and a bit on the heavy side, wearing just her bra and a pair of khakis. She unsnapped her bra and shrugged the bra off her large and somewhat pendulous breasts, "Aaaah indeed."

Lisa giggled, "I can't imagine how much more relief you have."

The woman laughed, "They were fun when I was twenty and all the guys wanted them. Fortunately my George still does and I guess that is all that matters."

Lisa chuckled and said, "Sometimes I wanted more than my B-Cups"

The woman was now bare above the waist sitting on the bench beside her as she rubbed her breasts in relief, not sexual stimulation. She looked over, "Carol. Admin. Engineering Department."

Lisa introduced herself, "Lisa. Humanities instructor. Art history."

Carol smiled, "Be happy with what you have. Your hubby is happy?"

Lisa nodded and Carol said, "You are a pretty woman and I would kill to be as close to my wedding weight as you are. There are only two opinions that matter about my boobs. Mine and George's and he pays them plenty of attention if you know what I mean."

Lisa laughed at Carol's unfiltered words. Carol smiled, "And I love my George. All those years later and I still love my lunk of a man so if he likes em, I LIKE EM!"

Carol undid her pants and pushed them down along with her panties then sat to remove them in the same manner as Lisa had once she sat down. Carol looked over with an impish smile, "Can't believe I'm doing this.'

Lisa laughed, "Me either."

"Lisa!"

Lisa turned to see her big chested dark brown haired friend Cara walking toward her, "I can't believe I am doing this!"

Lisa laughed and nodded at Carol, "We were just saying the same thing. Carol, this is Cara, Cara, Carol."

Cara unsnapped a number of snaps on her summer dress then let it drop, stepped out and straightened the dress out as she stood nude and looked at her friends, "I didn't figure underwear or a bra was needed today so... She shrugged before sitting down to remove her shoes.

Cara looked at Carol as Carol figured out the pink scrub then put it on, the scrub coming to her belly button level. Cara asked, "Were we supposed to shave uh... everything?"

Carol looked at both women who were still sporting trimmed pubic hair and shook her head, "My George said we should have fun with this so I let him shave me and uh, well, let's say I had a good night and he had a new shaved pussy adventure."

Both women laughed at Carol's uncensored explanation then Cara asked, "Your George was okay with it?"

Carol nodded, "Yeah. I told him to sit his ass down and let me finish so I started by saying no men were involved before I said anything else. That made him mad but kept him from going all crazy on me about this."

Cara shuddered, "I started out babbling and only made it worse. My hubby was okay with it once I explained then he asked me why I didn't start with what I had ended our conversation. There are no men involved. Then of course his next thought was that it was going to be some lesbian thing and I had to backtrack and say everything was mechanical and nothing was going to be showing."

Cara laughed, "Now he says he wants to make sure he gets a copy of the video in HD."

More women filtered in as the women waited wearing only their scrub tops which left them all bare below the navel. A half hour later another woman in her late forties came out, walking boldly into the room wearing the same thing her assistant was: Nothing. She was about five foot five with dark brown, almost black hair in a shortish layered cut that came to her mid neck. "Good morning! I am Joanna Boyer and I believe in walking my walk so I stand here wearing that which is the most gloriously beautiful thing in the world, a woman, bare to the world. Sometimes I work in paints, sometimes in pencil and sometimes in photos or video and always about women's bodies. Some call me controversial, but to me, there is nothing more breathtaking than the female form."

She paused then quipped, "Believe it or not, ladies, I have a husband of twenty-five years, but I can't get enough of looking at and working with nude women. If I am not miswired, I don't know who is."

Most of the women laughed.

"Today, I want to document one of our greatest gifts. Our sexual climaxes. I wanted regular everyday women and I have them in you. Each of you will go through three repetitions and I ask you one thing, hold out as long as you can, but once you can't hold out, let go completely and enjoy it, but don't reach down for manual stimulation as I want to keep this inside Youtube's guidelines. Also, don't fake it. Screaming fits are not normal so please, ride the wave, but don't make this into Pornhub fakery."

We have twenty rooms set up and one hundred sixty of you checked in so this will take some time. We figure three to four sessions per room per hour and that is sixty to eighty sessions per hour for each room including cleanup and disinfection. Each vibrator accessory will be disinfected and each head has been 3D printed from a flexible rubber like polymer and will be thrown away.

The first woman called was a redhead with a coppery tone to her hair who was led back and three women later Carol had her name called. Lisa looked at Cara and said, "I'm nervous as heck!"

Cara simply nodded. Eleven minutes later, the redhead with the coppery colored hair came back into the room holding a towel between her legs. It was hard to miss her very happy smile as she walked to her group of friends and said, "It was awesome!"

Carol returned twelve minutes after she left with a happy grin and a deep flush to her face, also carrying a towel and sitting down between Lisa and Cara.

Cara asked, "So!?"

Carol said, "Damn I had a good one. I...."

"Lisa Davie!"

One of the attendants was calling Lisa who dutifully got up muttering, "Damn I wanted the story."

Carol said as she got up, "NOTHING to fear. Just enjoy it when it happens."

Lisa followed the attendant down the hallway to a room laid out for the project with a table and a strange stool to the right side of it. Across from the table was a camera pointing upward so no video could be taken until she was situated on the chair behind the table.

Lisa looked at the chair carefully. It was unusual in that it had a wide but split seat shaped like a V with the wider part in front and only an inch at the rear. There was perhaps two inches distance in the back and perhaps twelve at the front.

There was an attendant who motioned to the chair and said, "Please sit."

Lisa sat on the chair and found it surprisingly comfortable and amply padded.

The attendant was wearing a headset and said, "My name is Denise and just relax. I am going to release the back and recline you for a moment for the first part of getting things set up."

The release was manual, but the attendant released the back then she pulled a pin to the side of the left leg out two notches, widening the V and spreading her legs. She then pulled the right leg out two notches and asked, "Comfortable?"

Lisa quipped as comfortable as I can be, wearing nothing below the waist and knowing you are going to be doing things to my vagina."

Denise smiled, "None of this is going to hurt. All I saw were smiles after each session as I passed the women leaving."

Denise released the left leg catch one more notch wider and asked, "Can I go more?"

Lisa nodded and Denise kept increasing the amount of spread of her legs until both her legs were on the first notch past forty five degrees and the attendant nodded and asked, "Is this too much spread?"

Lisa shook her head no and said, "Another notch would probably be a bit of an uncomfortable spread though. Doable, just a bit stretchy. I'm not a ballet student."

Denise nodded, then went into a drawer and pulled out a faux phallus perhaps five inches long with a loop at the base and explained, This is about clitoral stimulation, not penetration but we want a somewhat realistic session. "We will insert this to around four inches."

Lisa sighed and steeled herself and said, "I am ready."

Denise lubed the phallus and gently probed Lisa's opening and slowly worked it in, making sure to let the lube do its work until it was about four inches inside her. Denise then said, "I am going to raise you to a sitting position, don't move as I don't want the phallus to come out. Let me do all the work."

Denise was gentle and sure as she released the catch and pushed Lisa into a sitting position then Denise pushed a box with a pair of arms in front of the chair. Denise extended one of the arms and attached it to the phallus which secured its position inside Lisa then Denise brought out the vibrator and it was not the baby battery powered ones Lisa had seen in movies.

Denise plugged the vibrator in and tested it then spoke into her headset, "Jenny. Test please." The vibrator turned on then off and Denise talked into the headset, "Test good."

Denise extended the arm and attached the vibrator to it and pressed softly but directly over her clitoris. Denise spoke into her headset, "Test extension." The vibrator began to push against her until it was almost uncomfortable then went back. Denise spoke into the headset, "Test good."

Denise moved the table in front of Lisa, Comfortable?"

Lisa said, "Nervous."

Denise smiled, "I've only seen five women come out so far, but everyone so far has enjoyed this immensely. No acting or fake screaming, but once you can't hold back any longer, let the orgasm take you where it wants for as long as it goes or as long as it feels good. You can use the simple safe word 'stop' and it will be shut off immediately. Jenny is your room attendant who is controlling this and she is only monitoring this room. Again if you say 'Stop' she will shut it off immediately and I will come in to help you out."

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