Working as a Nude Model [Ff]

Submitted in response to a prompt on r/DirtyWritingPrompts . See my account for the original.

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Lita’s embarrassment began when she signed up as a model for a master’s level art class: *Form and Action of the Human Body*. Intrigued by a modest payment awarded for each session, the promise of steady money proving too strong for her inhibitions, she had figured the attendees would never be the kinds of people she would run into regularly. While no supermodel, Lita was still very attractive: 19 and nearing, if not already at, the peek of her physical beauty. She wore her blonde hair long, reaching down to the base of her small round breasts: perky, especially when exposed to an entire classroom. Her lower half was beautiful as well, long tan legs that attached to a well toned ass and immaculately kept pussy. Knowing she would be meticulously examined day in and day out via this course, Lita had made sure she was always ready to disrobe.

The modeling had started much as she expected, though it still had felt awkward. She had arrived in the classroom, a small studio with a two foot platform and semi-circle of drafting tables surrounding, removing her clothes and climbing onto a velvet couch that sat in the center of the platform. The professor, Dr. Elina had arrived shortly after, a stylish woman in her early 40s, no sign of gray in her raven hair and still in excellent shape.

“Very good,” she said, dark eyes looking a now bare skinned Lita up and down.

Some students had begun to filter in, carrying with them pencils, portfolios, charcoal sets and other required materials, quietly chatting to one another as if Lita wasn’t even there. These were masters students, and this wasn’t their first time drawing a nude model.

The routine of it all put Lita slightly at ease, as she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch, one that Dr. Elina approved of, lying on her side, head propped up by her arm.

A short introduction to the course and task explanation later, and the room had grown hushed, save for the soft scratch of pencil on paper, as the various students worked intently on enshrining her nude body in sketches.

For Lita, the time passed quickly, an experience she was grateful for. Her mind wandered from weekend plans to other assignments she had due soon for her own academic career. Before she knew it the class had ended, and she was redressing herself as Dr. Elina and her pupils meandered out of the studio.

The next few classes followed a similar rhythm, little talking between Dr. Elina and herself. Lita was asked to assume a variety of poses, each more expressive, or perhaps provocative, than the last. She was at times asked to place a hand over her breast, to pinch a nipple, to kneel over, butt in the air facing the students, exposing her asshole and pussy from behind. With each new request, Lita grew further uneasy, some days even dreading what Dr. Elina would have her pose as, wondering how far she would make her go. Increasingly sexual requests lick phallic objects or play with her breasts continued with no sign of ending or even plateauing.

Then came the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Dr. Elina, had arrived earlier than normal, humming to herself as she placed the canvas tote she always carried with her on the ground, bending over it to remove a smaller velvet box. She turned to Lita, as if nothing different were occurring, approaching the naked girl seated in her usual place on the couch atop the platform. Dr. Elina scaled the platform with one step, opening the lid of the box while doing so, tilting it so that Lita could see what was inside.

What was contained caused Lita to blush a deep crimson: a foxtail buttplug and matching ear headband.

“This week we are studying the merging forms of human and animal,” Dr. Elina offered, as if that explained everything, removing the headband from the case and slipping it on Lita’s head. Next she removed the buttplug, oily from lubricant that had been applied some time shortly before.

“And now this too,” the doctor continued, free hand pulling at Lita’s thigh, rolling her over until she knelt on the ground, stomach against the seat of the couch. The metal tip of the plug grazed her asshole, causing her to tighten in surprise, pulling away slightly with a yelp. Lita had never experimented with something like this before and was not prepared to now.

“Oh hush,” Dr. Elina chided, lightly slapping Lita’s ass. “Here, let me help you relax.”

And with that, Lita felt a finger slide down her ass towards her pussy, dry finger tip tracing every inch. She bit her lip, deeply uncomfortable yet somehow unsure of what to say. Before she could think of a reply, the finger had found its mark, worming its way between her thighs and into her pussy, sliding easily along, beginning to massage her clit. The initial finger soon became two, dancing and jiggling, driving her wild. She had never been able to make herself feel this way at home, even when she masturbated in tub surrounded by the aroma and soft light of tea candles. There was something more forceful here, submitting her to its will, and she sheepishly found herself rocking back and forth, encouraging the act.

“There we go,” the professor cooed, thumb pushing gingerly against Lita’s now more welcoming asshole. “Nothing a bit of foreplay couldn’t fix.”

The thumb was quickly replaced by the tip of the buttplug, a sensation Lita no longer rejected, rocking her hips in small circles, teasing the point of toy further in. Her body was aflame, wanting nothing more than for the experienced hand to continue playing with her, making love to her.

Lita’s pace quickened, as did the strength of her thrusts, each one welcoming the oiled metal farther into her, a ferocious wave building in her base. Finally, with a sudden slip, the bulbous end of the tip passed into her, and her asshole closed around the smaller rod that attached it to the furry tail, driving her to orgasm as she clenched her thighs together around the wondrous hand that had pleasured her.

She was still catching her breath when Dr. Elina turned and stepped off the podium.

“See?” She called back. “Was that so hard?”

The tail was securely in place, though it felt entirely alien. Lita’s thighs were soaked with her own juices, and the afterglow of her sexual experience still showed on her cheeks.

Students began to file in, and though Lita heard them, she was still busy catching her breath, knowing full well that she looked a mess, hair plastered against her back and the couch, ass in the air from which a orange fox tail protruded, wrapping around one of her thighs, pussy splayed open for all to see, obviously just used.

“Today,” began Dr. Elina, once the last of the drawers had arrived. “We will be drawing something animalistic, primal if you will. A lioness in heat; a bitch in full submission.”

The words stung Lita, though not for any amount of inaccuracy. The professor had reduced her appearance to the emotions that she so deeply felt, stripping away any pretense she had had walking in that she could stand up to this woman, leaving her with a deep, gnawing desire for more of her touch. It didn’t matter who else saw.

The students scrawled away, as if the entire display was normal. A routine that had early on eased Lita’s mind now drove foward her anxiety.

*Is no one going to say anything? Am I just Elina’s doll now, to be played with and molded in front of other’s at her whim?*

After a half hour had passed, the professor broke the focused quiet.

“Very good. Be sure if you finish the detailing at home to capture her embarrassment. The emotion conveyed by the subject is the most important aspect of any form study.”

Lita bit her lip, blood rushing to her face, turning her face away from where it had been pressed into the seat of the couch so that it faced forward, no longer visible to the piercing eyes behind her.

“Now,” Elina continued. “We will move onto the study of *action*. A more difficult task, as you attempt to capture the entire movement and feeling of a scene into a single snapshot.”

Lita heard the professor once again step onto the stage, approaching her. No words were needed, as the she felt the firm yet now familiar hand gripping her hair and pulling her, away and to the side until she was on all fours, parallel to the students. Now in position, the hand relinquished her, and she turned her head to catch sight of a view she had not expected. Dr. Elina was entirely nude as well, save for a large purple dildo that protruded from a strap on.

The mature woman was as attractive as Lita had imagined, large breasts drooping slightly but otherwise in good condition for their age, stomach flat as it met a wide pair of hips and thighs.

“Observe now,” the doctor continued, approaching the bent over Lita, fake cock in hand, slowly pressing the end of it into the model’s sopping pussy. “Be sure to capture the subject’s fear, lust, instincts, desires. All of it. Condense it into a singular image.”

With that, she plowed forward, filling Lita with her girth. And the thrusts continued, pistoning away at the young girl, driving her to moans as she dropped her head lower, pushing back against the dominating force. She was fully alive, focused entirely on the spear that split her apart, the soft skin that pressed into her ass with each push, the hands that gripped her waist.

“Listen to her,” Dr. Elina called out, slightly out of breath herself. “Listen to the desire in her moans, the way she bends forward to present herself to me. Focus on each act of submission.”

To Lita, the words only encouraged her. She was beyond caring what anyone else thought of her now besides Elina, whimpering with pleasure and joy as the older woman pulled lightly on the tail still stuck in her. She was her bitch, and she loved it, biting her thumb to suppress the now quite loud moans emanating from her as she came repeatedly on the dildo.

At last, after a period during which Lita had entirely lost track of time, the fucking ended, and the cock was removed, leaving behind a hole that still begged for more. Lita squirmed, shaking her ass, hoping for at least a minute more.

“And last but not least,” the sweet voice of the professor announced, the sound of straps unbuckling and plastic clattering to the ground. “We shall see the fruit of submission, fully and totally realized.”

The woman made her way over to the couch, taking a seat facing the class, legs spread wide. Lita required no command or suggestion, not even a look from the professor. She understood her role, and her mouth watered for it.

She crawled over to the professor, kneeling between her legs staring up at the cold eyes and face that looked down on her. Lita wanted to please her, to make her happy. In that moment this woman that had humiliated her and taken advantage of her, fucked her silly in front of complete strangers, meant the entire world to her.

Lita dove in face first, lapping at the older woman’s juices, exploring the intricacies and depths of her lover. She stuck her tongue further in, bobbing in and out, enjoying the feeling of the walls that pressed against her tongue.

Elina’s breath had begun to flutter, as she pet the forehead of her worshipper, enjoying the view of the small, golden face that ate at her.

Lita pressed her tongue now into Elina’s clit, moving in small circles while simultaneously rocking her hips in the same way, tingling at the feeling of her fur tail brushing her recently used pussy. The professor was herself moaning now, grinding her pussy into Elina’s face, gripping the girl’s head with her hands, leaning back deeper into the velvet of the couch. All at once she exploded, shrieking while removing her hands to press her breasts together, wave after wave of orgasm overcoming her as Lita continued.

Finally, the professor pulled Lita away, once again making use of the girl’s long hair, admiring the wet smile that beamed up at her. Lita reached out and grabbed the woman’s other hand, pulling it closer until two fingers entered her mouth, which she sucked on vigorously, clear blue eyes staring up intently at her master.

“And that,” Dr. Elina announced, patting Lita on the head a final time, “is the act of submission. I look forward to seeing your depictions of today’s class as well as your midterm’s. We have a long semester still ahead of us.”

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