Chapter 3
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“Class, take your break. Grab a snack. Whatever. Be back in ten minutes,” I said and walked around the room briefly looking at each student’s drawing. Every student filed out to grab a drink at the vending machine or have a smoke outside, leaving Velvet in the room as she stretched for moment on the model stand. I left to my office down a few doors in the hall, grabbed a book and returned.
I stepped in the room, Velvet sipped from her thermos and went from drawing to drawing. I stood in the corner, pretending to look at my work but instead stared at her naked body. Each little step caused a small wobble or shake that each made my heart stop. I watched her move from Casey’s to James’ to Martin’s then she approached my drawing. She stood between me and the drawing and slowly lowered herself over the horse until she sat on it with her legs spread completely. She looked over her shoulder back and forth. I had given attention to her ass and thighs, then began working on her beautiful slit. Velvet looked back again, apparently not noticing me in the room with her, setting her thermos at her feet, and I watched as she arched her back slowly until the nub of her pierced clit pushed agains the seat of the drawing horse. She looked both ways and craned her neck to see anyone in the door, then slipped one hand behind her ass, putting one finger in her asshole, her other hand down over her stomach and into her wet clit as she played with herself. Gently and discreetly at first, then she rubbed herself with audible wet stirring for a brief but heavenly few seconds. I wanted to like her ass to her clit. I wanted to taste her on my tongue. I wanted to feel her quivering pink flesh on my lips as she trembled with pleasure. I wanted to shove my aching cock into her hot cunt until she screamed.
She turned her head to see Casey and James enter the room followed by Martin. She stood and gathered herself, looking around the room as she climbed the model stand. She stretched her legs and noticed me in the corner, and she froze at first, then continued stretching. The rest of my class returned shortly.
Everyone returned to their spot to resume drawing, and Velvet entered her pose, dropping to her knees, spreading wide and arching her back while putting one hand on her on the inside of her thigh, the other clenching her cute, pale ass. I noticed her hand did not look like the position I had in my drawing and looked at Casey’s drawing to see if I was wrong.
“Your hand needs to move down and in slightly?” Casey said to Velvet.
“Yeah, your hand was a little further down your… behind,” another student said. He appeared very interested in the position of her hands.
Velvet moved her hand a few inches on her ass looked at Casey and me for a response. Casey shook her head and pointed with one hand, and Velvet moved her hand a little more. Casey shook her head no again. Velvet moved her hand again.
“Professor Green, why don’t you put my hand where you think it goes? You had the most direct view,” Velvet said in her typical flat tone but with a wide grin on her face.
With my heart beating out of my chest, I stood next to Velvet and placed my hand over hers. She had small, petite hands with and black nail polish. I moved her hand and carefully positioned her finger in the crack of her behind. She kept her eyes glued to me as I put her finger on the ring of her asshole. I had to focus to not lose control and dive my cock into her perfect asshole in front of the whole class.
“Thanks, Professor. That looks like it,” Casey said, giving me a wink.
Going from easel to easel and walking around the drawing horses, I could tell everyone had enjoyed the enjoyed the pose. The few boys I had in my class had each spent much time on her more intimate regions which she presented so honestly and openly. The thought of her pussy getting wet as she posed thrilled me. I desired her and after not having a women in some time, my body felt on fire for this little vixen in my class, and yet I still had the next class after this one!
After a few minutes into the pose, Velvet’s pussy looked glistening and wet. After a few more minutes, it dripped down onto the blanket. Her tight, little slit had drooled until it left a small, little puddle on the heavy blanket. I enjoyed looking at her body and her tattoos.
Before long, my alarm rang, and Velvet broke her pose. She rolled forward and straightened her legs, rubbed her round ass with her hands, pushed herself onto her side and slowly climbed to her feet. She stood and massaged her breasts with both hands. Many eyes followed her through the room as she vacantly stood and squeezed her massive tits. Her pussy looked like it still drooled down her thighs. After a few minutes she returned to the model stand and we continued.
Class continued through a few more rounds with Velvet in the same pose until the end of the day. Velvet stretched her legs and back for a few minutes after the last round of posing, and my students had all left the room. I had two hours until my evening class.
“I usually go to my office for a lunch/dinner snack before my evening class begins in an hour and a half. Make you a cup of coffee?” I said as grabbed my drawing and pencils. Velvet brightened at the question and nodded. She stood and looked at her clothing.
“Can I get dressed?”
“Oh, of course, Velvet,” I said as I moved to the door, putting a hand on the handle. Velvet grabbed her things, and I stepped out t the hall, holding the door for her as she followed. I walked down a few doors and stopped in front of my office. The hall had emptied. Most students had left the building. Most professors had left. Only a few evening classes remained, so the halls sat mostly empty.
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Chapter 4
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Finding my key in my pocket and unlocking my door, I noticed Velvet still behind me. I had thought she would have wandered back to the restroom to get dressed, but she followed me into my office holding her clothes. I silently thanked myself for having my hidden camera on my shelf.
I opened the door for Velvet, and she slid by me into my office, found a large wooden chair opposite my desk and tossed her clothes in the seat. She started to grab a garment to dress herself, but my office distracted her. I had a few drawings and paintings hanging on the walls, as well as a few autographed and signed records from my younger days. I had a knack for trading art with others and finding what they liked. I traded friends for art, and sometimes I traded for other items. Velvet looked at a framed, autographed “Ministry” album, “Land of Milk and Honey”, and an autographed “Bauhaus” album and my favorite, “Nine Inch Nails”, signed by Trent himself.
“Cool. You like Ministry?” Velvet said in her flat, almost monotone voice.
“Yep. They were pretty wild,” I said. I had traded a nude drawing to a friend for the backstage passes to see Ministry. The friend did not like the band, won the tickets on the radio, but he liked the model I drew in my studio…
“So you met them?” Velvet said with slight enthusiasm.
“Yes. Many moons ago. Ha. Had a good time with them. Dropped some acid and made them each a drawing that night,” I said and opened my mini-fridge, removed a salad, some fruit, some cheese and a bag of nuts.
“That’s maybe one of the coolest things, I guess,” she shrugged and tried to hide a smile from me.
“Care for some coffee,” I said as I switched on the coffee maker and turned back around to see Velvet still standing naked in my office looking at the framed albums. She turned to me and smiled, nodded then turned back to her clothes, finding a small pair of pink panties with black hearts and pulling them up her long, slender legs and around her waist. She grabbed her long socks and sat as she slowly pulled on one then the other. I stared at her chest as her breasts pushed together as she leaned over and pulled on a sock.
“So you modeled for friends?” I asked wanting to break the silence.
“Yeah. Never in a classroom. Sorry. I should have told you,” she said and passed for a moment after pulling on the second sock.
“No. I just… you seemed a little inexperienced. I do not mean that in a bad way. You just seem less comfortable, as though you had never done this before.”
Velvet looked at me blankly.
“Am I doing well for a novice?”
“Better than all of them,” I said and she brightened.
“Do I have a body for modeling?” She said slightly pulling her pierced nipples.
“Yes,” I had to concentrate to keep myself from gasping or panting or drooling.
“Can you show me your drawing? I really liked it,” Velvet said with a small smile on her round, shaved head.
“Thanks. I had fun with it. I meant to get more detail on your tattoos but ran out of time,” I said as I turned in my chair.
My drawing had remained on my drawing board, sitting facing the wall behind me. I grabbed it and turned it around to show Velvet. I had used mostly red and pink artist crayons. I had given much delicate detail to her labia and clit. I placed the drawing in front of my desk for Velvet to look at it. She bit her lip as she leaned close to it, still planted in her chair. She leaned back in her seat and gathered her miniskirt in one hand as her eyes remained glued to my drawing.
“Did this pose work for you and your class?”
“Yes,” I almost lost my breath again. “Great pose.”
“I like your drawing, Professor Green, er, Henry.” Her eyes flitted to my food, and I could tell she felt hungry. I offered her some by sliding the plate in her direction. As she leaned over the plate and grabbed some fruit and a few cashews, I stared at her transfixed. Her tattoos kept my eyes busy, but her beautiful body held my attention. She caught me looking at her a few times, making me worry she would think I was a creep. The coffee maker gurgled as it finished brewing the small pot.
She pointed at my drawing of her.
“Could I trade you for that? I really like your style,” Velvet said.
“Why not?” I shrugged. “I always trade when someone loves my work.”
“Makes my black heart go pitter-pat,” Velvet said sarcastically.
“So you do have a heart…”
Velvet remained silent as she sipped her coffee slowly and looked at my shelf. She pulled a book H R Geiger paintings and returned to her seat.
“Like Geiger?” I asked, anxious for her response.
“Yeah, he seems… interesting. Never seen his work before, but I feel like I have heard his name,” Velvet said.
“He did the design for the alien in the movie.”
She snapped and nodded her head. After making her way through a few more pages, she looked at me across the desk.
Velvet shut the book.
“So, Velvet, can I ask you a few questions?”
“Sure,” she said as she cocked an eyebrow, returning to her chair with a few grapes, cashews and apple slices in hand and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head lazily with both arms over her head for one glorious moment. I poured a cup of coffee for her and myself.
“Is your name really Velvet?” I handed her the mug.
“My parents named me Vivian, but my friends call me Velvet.” She spoke with a blank expression on her face as she pulled her other arm through her shirt sleeve, then pulled the front of the shirt over her glorious rack. The shirt looked flimsy and thin as I could see her nipples prominently through the sheer fabric. Her piercings pushed against the fabric.
“Cool. Can you tell me about your tattoos. Sorry I keep wanting to see them. Some are really cool.”
She brightened and for the first time, she smiled wide, her face beaming. She stood and kept chewing, almost laughing, covering her mouth full of food. She held a finger up to me as she slowly swallowed her mouthful of nuts and apple.
“Yeah, my ink,” she said and walked slowly around my desk, until her cute, lithe body stood close enough that I could smell her powdery skin. She finally swallowed the last of her food and held out her hand to point at her “Three Stooges” tattoo on her stomach.
“So, Larry, Curly, Moe,” she pointed one black fingernail at each face on her flat, smooth stomach. Her finger slid along her skin to a flower. “My flower, I designed myself. Some poetry I wrote as a teenager. This skull is my grandpa…” She kept pointing to different things and showed me all the tattoos on her stomach, hips and arms. I looked up at her massive chest under her thin shirt. She smirked at me.
“Wait, you had a few others. I was hoping you would tell me about all of them,” I said and leaned back in my chair, taking a crisp bite of an apple slice. She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and a half-smile. She rolled her smokey eyes.
“Why don’t you just point to the ones you wanted to see?” She said with hands on her hips. My heart beat a thousand times a second. My mind raced with anticipation. I put one finger playfully on her thigh where I had seen a tattoo of a peach.
She grabbed the top of the sock obscuring the tattoo, pulling it down to her knee and turned her leg outward to give me a peek at the inside of her lower thigh. A little pink peach with the words “Sweet as a Peach”. I remembered a small fish on her calf, so I pointed to her calf. She sighed and put her small foot on my chair between my open legs, and she pulled her sock all the way down her foot, until it sat bunched around her ankle. She lifted her foot just above my crotch.
“A little help, there, Professor,” she said flatly.
I pulled the sock from her foot, and she turned her leg a little to show me the fish tattoo on her calf. Next to it, she had a tattoo of a hand giving the thumbs-up, a pair of dice that landed on snake-eyes. The designs and patterns covered so much of her skin. She returned her leg to the floor.
“Other leg?” She asked. I nodded. “How about a piece of cheese and more fruit?”
I turned my chair, grabbed an apple and orange slice, cut a piece of cheese and turned back to her. She took them from my hands and lifted her foot between my legs, placing it on my chair. She gestured for me to remove her stocking myself. I licked my lips and grabbed the top, pulling it slowly to her ankle, before removing it completely. She held her leg there on my chair for me to inspect for a moment, then returned it to the floor with a quiet giggle.
She leaned over me as I sat in my chair, her enormous tits getting closer to my face.
“Want to see all my tattoos, Professor?” She said, already nodding at me. I could not tell if she mocked me or what. She seemed unreal.
I nodded a yes, and she lifted the bottom of her shirt, which already exposed her pierced navel. She lifted it to just under her pendulous breasts. I saw a tattoo of a cartoon monster/cat/vampire or something. She then pointed to a bandit with a mask and striped bandit outfit. I laughed. She turned around completely and showed me her tattoos covering her back. She lifted her shirt up to her shoulders, giving me a look at her angel wings, a cactus made of rubber, a caped elf woman, stars with faces, etc. So many I could barely catch them all. She turned around and faced me, still covering her breasts with her flimsy shirt. She looked at me, licked her lips and lifted her shirt over her head, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Her huge tits lay bare inches before my face.
She grabbed her large breasts with one hand, then pulled the other arm back to reveal a tattoo under her arm on the side of her chest. Her hand released her breasts and they swung free, one almost hitting me in the face.
“Careful with those, you could take my eye!” I joked. She covered her mouth as she giggled and steadied herself for a moment with one hand on my shoulder. She then placed two fingers from each hand playfully over her big nipples mockingly trying to cover herself as she leaned forward to push her chest to my face.
“I really like this floral on my chest. I have added to it over the few years,” she said. I looked into her stunning chest and saw little flowers, birds, a snake, feathers, little symbols, all entwined in a coiling thorny rose stem or briar. I tried not to lose control of myself.
I wanted to see just how far she would go right then, so I pointed to her cute little panties.
“I did see a few as I drew you. What were those between your thighs?”
She straightened her posture, shifted from one foot to the other, then with one knee then the other, pushed my legs a little wider where I sat. She then turned around and placed her thumbs in the waist band of her tiny panties, looked back at me for a moment, then bent at the waist, pulling her underwear all the way to her ankles, kicking them aside with one foot. I almost shot my load in my pants as she slowly spread her legs apart, keeping herself bent all the way over and then put on finger to her upper thigh, below her ass cheeks.
“‘Pussy Lickin’, because I have a little cat at home,” she said with a mocking smile. Her finger moved to another. “’69’…. favorite number.”
“I like that number, too,” I said without a hint of sarcasm. I caught sight of the other tattoo I saw on her ass. “What is that one?”
“Which one? This one?” Velvet pointed to the tattoo of the garter around her upper thigh. “I like a garter-“
“Oh, yeah. I meant that one,” I pointed to the one in her ass.
“Which one?”
“Um,” I looked over into her eyes staring back at me.
“Why don’t you point to it?” She said with a wink.
I held out my hand and licked my lips.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bnhsgw/professor_green_velvet_34_exhvoy_mfmff
Oh god! The sexual tension is unbelievably hot!