Chapter 1
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The voice on the phone sounded smooth and soft in my ears.
“Yes. Professor… Green? You needed a model for your life drawing class?”
“Yes, I do. When can you work?”
“How soon do you need me?” The woman said, speaking with a rather flat tone.
“I need you next week, Tuesday and Thursday. One session on Tuesday, and two on Thursday. Can you do it?” I said. I had grown nervous as I had not gotten a response about any new models for my class. My usual models had slowly moved away after school or for school and others found other work. At this point, I would hire anyone.
“Cool. Yeah. I can be there. Are you cool with a few tattoos and piercings?”
“Yes. Why not? It has never been a problem before. Your name?”
“Velvet.”
“Hi… Velvet. Room 522-“
“Room 522, right. See you, Professor.”
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After eating breakfast and getting dressed in my pants and jacket, my colorful necktie and leather shoes, I left for class. I had taught life drawing and art history at a small college in the wooded countryside. The landscape provided great subject matter for painting and drawing, so many other professors utilized it by taking their classes outside once in a while. I needed models. My last model told me they could fill in for part of the semester, but I wanted someone to pose for every session or at least as many as possible. I had posted an ad in the school paper weeks ago with no response. I thought I was trouble until she called and signed on to work both my classes.
I do not know why, but every year the young women in my classes seem to get more and more disrespectful and wild, Just the week prior, a young woman, Mindy, had sat herself on my desk wearing a very short skirt, asking me to change her grade on a paper for my “Beauty throughout Antiquity” class. She begged me for an “A”. It felt awkward and difficult to have to decline.
“How about I suck your cock… and then-“
“Please go. Thank you. That will be all.” I had to decline her and the others. Every year I get one or two students that try to show some skin or try to sit in my lap. Every time I stoically refuse. I had enough after the first time and installed a camera to record me in the office. It sits disguised as a clock on my shelf.
Another professor got fired the year I started here. He fucked a student in his office, and she blackmailed him until he finally had enough. She squealed and tried to sue the school and him. It was a scandal. After that incident the teachers seemed less open and scared. It did not scare me after I installed my cam.
After parking my car, I made my way through the crowd to the door of the art building. Standing taller than most allowed me to see over a crowd of people easily. Most mornings I would spot a student having a smoke or waiting outside the building before class, and I would usually stop and talk to them. I liked to build relationships with my students and also educate them in other ways. It also educated me. It kept me abreast of new music and movies. I sometimes even traded books or videos with my students.
This morning I saw one of my best students in some years, Casey, a cute redhead with a well developed body on a tall frame. She sat on a garden bench drinking coffee, wearing a small shirt with plunging neckline and high hem exposing her flat stomach and small, tight shorts over her round behind.. I had taken a shine to her as she had a great technique and had taken my class twice in previous semesters. She had a wispy, deliberate yet carefree style of drawing her figures, and her best drawings dripped sex. When I had a good model, she made powerful and exciting pictures. I had two models that liked more… interesting poses. One model, Phil, lifted weights and had massive muscles and liked very suggestive poses that made him look very powerful or strong.
The other model, Anette, would strike a pose for longer drawings that gave a few students in the room a perfect view of her perfect pussy. She had a cute strip of pubic hair and shaved everything else. She seemed to enjoy giving a view but only to a few worthy eyes. Her very first pose after the warm-ups she sat with her cute ass squatting on a small stool on the model stand. She kept arching her back and scooting back as she first arranged herself in the pose sitting on a simple stool. The pose lasted five minutes, and for five glorious minutes, one student sat and drooled with a hard cock in his pants. When I circled the room to each student during the pose, I found his blank, and I looked over his shoulder from where he sat on a drawing horse to see straight up her backside. She did have fantastic ass. I lost my breath at sight of her cute, trimmed slit and her hairless asshole. She always found a great pose that displayed everything to a lucky few, usually Casey. Casey made great drawings and always paid careful attention to the soft folds of Anette’s cute pussy. Every wrinkle of her asshole. She eventually saved enough to go to school herself, and she left. I felt saddened by the loss of her as a model, and when I voiced this to Anette when she came to my office after my last class of last semester to inform me of her plans. I congratulated Anette and told her I was sad but happy for her. She leaned over me as I sat in my chair behind my desk, and she pouted and offered me a blowjob, which I happily accepted. She told me she had a thing for me the whole year. She said she enjoyed exposing herself for everyone to see. She removed her clothes again and dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers, pulled out my hardening cock and looked at it with a wide smile.
“Mr. Green. Why did you not show this to me before?” She dove her head down over the head of my cock, her tongue lathering my shaft, then took me from her mouth. “No fair! You should have shared this, Professor!”
She giggled and slurped as she devoured my cock one long inch at a time. Her mouth felt amazing. I remember looking at her and the look in her eyes as she sucked me off. After receiving an incredible blowjob from a perky little pixie, I shot a massive, hot load into her waiting mouth. She seemed pleased with herself afterward and left me her email to keep in touch. I certainly did. We chatted from time to time, and I even visited her over the summer only a few hundred miles away.. Sex was great with her. She did anything I wanted. But it had been months since I last heard from her. She wanted a short fling and so did I. Never having such a wild girl before or since left me feeling somewhat vacant and unhappy, but I was happy to have the video of her in my office with lips wrapped around my cock.
“Hi, Professor Green,” Casey smiled and waved as I approached, snapping out of my short daydream.
“Hey Casey. Ready to draw a new model?”
“Who is the new model?”
“Do not know. Her name is Velvet?”
“Really? I hope she has few inhibitions. Ha. I liked Anette,” Casey said and finished her coffee. Casey was the only student I trusted. She had confided in me earlier last year, so I confided in her my relationship with Anette. Casey admitted to me that she had hooked up with Anette previously. She stood and gathered her things.
“So Professor did you get any for your birthday?”
“Ha,” I laughed taken aback by her forward question. “Wow. Sadly. No. I have not heard from Anette. How did you know it was my birthday?”
“Ms Melinda in the office told me,” Casey shrugged.
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Chapter 2
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We made our way to the entrance.
As I looked both ways and gathered myself mentally for class, I saw in the crowd a woman with a shaved head and pink eyebrows, wearing a black leather jacket, black mini-skirt and long socks pulled up to her thighs and wearing tall, tall, black high-heels. She even wore little, black lace gloves on her hands. The little bit of skin I saw exposed on her looked pale white, her lips and eyes a striking matte black. She looked gorgeous and wild. As she approached I could see she had a black choker around her long, slender neck. Her leather jacket had pins and buttons of different punk and heavy metal bands. Her skirt looked phenomenally short. Her high-heeled shoes made her look pretty tall. She tried to cover her body, but I could tell she had a slender yet voluptuous body. Her leather jacket hid her chest, but I knew she had a massive pair of tits. I panted for a moment and caught myself drooling, hoping she was one my students, so I could look at her all semester. Seeing the tattoos and as she got closer to me, passing me in the crowd, I could see she had numerous piercings. She had pierced her ears several times each, her nose, her eyebrows.
I watched with wanton lust as this hot goth trotted past me, giving me a look at her round ass in her very small, black, pleated skirt. She had black fishnets stockings on over a pink and white striped sock on one leg, a black and neon green sock on the other, both pulled over the thigh. She walked towards the entry and then continued. I sighed and headed inside with Casey. We watched the last elevator close with a few left waiting for the next in the lobby. Casey and I waited with the others staring at the elevator doors . It took several minutes, but finally the doors opened after a few people gathered behind us. We filed in, and I stood in the middle of the elevator. As I turned around to face the doors, I saw the goth girl standing directly behind me. Six people stepped into the elevator and a few more still squeezed in themselves, pushing everyone together, and pushing the hot goth girl into my chest. She smirked and rolled her grey eyes. Looking at her more closely as I stole glances, she had a smooth, flawless, pale white face with black lipstick and eyeliner. She had a few small tattoos on her scalp above her ears.
The elevator lurched as the doors opened, and a man behind me needed to exit. He pushed his way to the door and in doing so, pushed the goth girl into me, almost falling as she threw her arms out as she lost balance on her high-heels, catching my arm with one hand and my chest with the other, her body falling into mine. As she fell, her chest pushed forward into me, giving me a wonderful feel of her large breasts. The leather jacket pulled open as she steadied herself, she looked me in the face and smiled for a brief moment, her eyes looking quickly away from my gaze. She wore a small shirt under her jacket, and she did indeed have huge tits.
At the top floor, a few students exited with me and Casey including the goth girl. She exited the looked around trying to find a door number. I approached her, hoping she would be Velvet.
“Casey I will see you in class,” I said as Casey wandered down the hallway to the classroom, her round ass swaying in her tight shorts. I stood next to the girl in black as she looked one way then the other. She turned around and held a hand over her chest with a smirk on her face.
“Hi, are you Velvet?” I said, holding my hand out to shake hers. She shook mine with devilish smile on her face, nodding a yes. “I am Professor Green, but you can call me Henry. Did you have any trouble finding the building?”
She shook her head and shrugged. She kept pace with me, looking nervously away from me.
“Have you ever posed or modeled before?”
“Yes. I love it. You wanted me nude, right?”
“Yes, please,” I said as I opened my classroom door with the keycard. Velvet sat in a chair quietly reading as I took attendance. Casey and her friends James and Martin had grabbed a corner together. They each used a standing easel. The dozen or so other students used drawing horses or easels.
“Class, this is Velvet, our new model for the semester. I think we should start with gestures then work our way through a few minutes-long poses and end with an hour pose. Does that sound good with everyone?” I said as everyone readied themselves, sharpening pencils, finding a clean sheet of paper. The thought of seeing this voluptuous little vamp naked thrilled me and made my mind race.
Velvet looked at everyone in the room and then at me. I approached her as she began pulling her jacket off her shoulders.
“You can change in the bathroom at the end of the hall near the elevator.” I said to Velvet. She restrained a smile and turned on her heels to the door, and I took the time to ready the model stand and adjust the lights. I had a heavy white sheet on the stand with a bench sitting on top. I also kept a few more pillowy blankets and pillows that I cleaned after each use available to my models.
Normally a model changes into a robe for modesty, but this school and the students never cared about a nude model walking around nude.
Velvet returned naked and holding her clothes in both hands. She walked totally naked into the room as my students stared silently her heavenly figure, her milky white skin covered in tattoos, her massive, perky white tits with hot pink nipples pierced with little barbells, her thin, slender waist, her shapely legs and tight, round behind. She tossed her clothing and shoes next to the model stand. I stared in amazement as her huge breasts swayed and wobbled, a thin sliver chain hung from a belly piercing over her hairless, tattooed snatch, her pierced clit and long, pale legs dotted with little tattoos. Her flat stomach had a few tattoos on it, too. Her arms had sleeves of different designs and words and creatures. The tattoos on her arms looked wildly detailed. She had floral tattoos over her shoulders and chest above her huge breasts, skulls and the Three Stooges on her stomach and her sides, little plants and campy horror movie characters, patterns and even a zombie Queen Elizabeth I.
In the middle of the model stand Velvet waited staring at me with her smoky blue eyes. For a moment I just stared right back at her, but then I remembered my stop watch. I signaled to Velvet to start who smiled and almost giggled at me then took a pose with pose arms raised to her sides and her legs spread a foot or two apart. I had her change poses every thirty seconds until I had her in two minutes poses. Her first minute pose she dropped to one knee and threw back her other leg and arched her back, spreading her ass, giving Casey a clear view of her ass and clit. Casey stared hypnotized.
After finishing the handful of minute and two-minute poses, I had everyone prepare for the long pose. I watched Velvet standing on the model stand and met her gaze several times. She seemed pleased to have me look at her. I felt aggressive and wanted to talk to her and give myself a better look so I approached her.
“So where have you modeled before?”
“Oh, um,” her small bare feet pointed inward briefly as she slowly put her hands over her large pierced nipples. “I used to model for friends. They would pose me and draw me. So I am fine with posing and modeling, just never been in a classroom like this.”
“That is alright. You look fantastic up here,” I said. She smiled and turned away from me, dropping to her knees, leaning very far over the edge of the stand and pawing through her clothing looking for something. She leaned further over the model stand searching in her belongings until she had spread her knees all way apart and hung completely over, her ass pointing up in the air. I looked down as she searched just at my feet, and I stared at her hairless asshole. It looked perfect and pink. It made me have to catch my breath for a moment, and then she lost balance and had to drop one leg from the model stand on to the concrete floor to catch herself from falling. Her leg landed wide and gave me great view of her asshole and her pierced pussy. She climbed back to her feet with the missing item, a little thermos, in hand. She bounced back toward me and caught my gaze, smiled and looked at her cute, ink-covered feet. I saw Casey had also caught a glimpse of Velvet as she sprawled on the floor. Casey looked pleased. Her friends, James and Martin also looked pleased.
“Did you want a particular pose or anything?” Velvet asked me with a flat tone. I shrugged and saw Casey move from her corner and approached Velvet.
“Casey, why not tell Velvet what kind of pose you like? Velvet, this is Casey. I trust Casey. Please decide on something you both like,” I said and turned away to prepare to make my own drawing. Sometimes I stuck Casey with arranging a pose because she cared about it. She wanted the best position to make the best art.
Velvet stood talking to Casey holding her massive tits with both hands in a pointless attempt to cover herself. Her small hands looked smaller than her nipples. All her feeble attempts at modestly simply pushed her massive tits together in a dazzling display of soft, pale flesh. This model made me drool and lose focus. I already thought about having to masturbate after class. She had gotten me a little too excited.
“Oh yeah, one thing, Velvet. You can wear a robe. Most models bring a robe,” I whispered to her. She gave me an odd expression.
“That’s fine. Did I need one?” She said and appeared embarrassed, covering her huge tits with her small hands. I saw her hands and fingers had tattoos on them. I saw a nude woman in pin up style on her arm. On her ribs she had a flower and fish.
“No, uh, you don’t have to-“
“Great,” she responded flatly and dropped her arms leaving her completely exposed. I shrugged and readied my paper on my drawing board at my drawing horse. I usually drew with the students to help show them how to draw, and I found a place right in the middle of the room.
I felt a buzz and looked at my mobile to see a picture sent to me. I opened the document to find an image of Anette’s legs spread wide and dildo in her pussy and another in her ass. She had captioned it “i came seven times & still horny!” My cock twitched, and I felt like I would lose it in class in front of my students. i put away my phone and tried to focus on the other hot naked woman.
I called in the other students in the hall and everyone readied themselves for the final pose. Casey finished talking with Velvet. Velvet put her thermos back on the floor and returned to the model stand. She bit her lip as she looked at me with her pale grey eyes.
“Last pose, Velvet. We need a good one. One to remember,” I said as I readied the timer, holding my pencil in my other hand.
With a devilish grin on her face, Velvet nodded to me and turned her back to me, dropped to her knees and lowered her face, pushing her ass in the air and spreading her knees wide until her pierced clit glinted in the spotlight. I withheld my gasp and looked at Casey, who put her finger to the tip of her nose.
Velvet pulled one arm under body and rested on the inside of her thigh, her other arm on her back with her hand clutching her pale, round butt with one finger just touching the edge of her puckering asshole. She clutched herself and spread open just slightly. Her asshole stared right at me. She had a small tattoo on inside of one of butt cheeks. Her face rested on her cheek, her eyes looking back over her shoulder. I saw her looking at me, her mouth hanging open, her gaze never wandered. I did my best to draw her. My students seemed excited by the pose and many blushed as she first took the pose, but eventually everyone quietly worked on their drawing.
I saw a few interesting tattoos on the backs of thighs. She had on one thigh, a garter like a french maid, on her other thigh, just under her butt cheek she had “69” in calligraphy. Another one said “pussy lickin’” with a pink tongue licking a small cartoon cat. I looked again and saw her eyes transfixed on mine. I continued drawing the curve of her incredible ass and made my way into her thighs. Her pussy looked wet. As I drew, it dripped down her thigh.
My timer gave a ring, signaling twenty minutes had past.
Continued part 3-4
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