Dear diary, I bared it all for a painter, and it was so worth it!
This year had been a struggle at university. Being a young 18 year old girl in her first year of college can prove to be very costly, especially when you don't have a regular job. I'd tried the occasional odd job here and there, but nothing had stuck, and I needed money.
A few friends of mine suggested that I try doing some modeling for art classes as you don't have to do much, and they pay you really well. They were always so kind, complementing me on my body. I had a gentle and petite frame, standing barely over 5"4. But for my size, I had pretty well sized breasts. They weren't huge by any means, but they were a c-cup, and I enjoyed the way they looked. My best assets were my legs. They were so long and straight and they rode up to a little bubbly ass that was as firm and round as anyone's.
I was initially a bit uncomfortable at the idea of exposing myself for people. I hadn't even fully exposed myself to a boy at this point, let alone a whole group of people, but when I got there, the art professor put my troubles to rest.
"Hello Kendra, it's lovely to meet you." said the Professor. He wasn't what I was imagining when I was told there would be a professor instructing the class. Especially for an art professor. I was imagining a wiry little guy with a little goatee. But this professor was a sight to behold. He towered above me at 6"2, and whilst he wasn't buff, he was firm and strong and I could tell by the way that he shook my hand that he commanded a lot of respect.
"Hi, nice to meet you too." He could tell by the unease in my voice that this was my first time doing this.
"Now Kendra, I don't want you to worry too much about this. A lot of people are initially uncomfortable when they start posing, but I think if you give it some time, you'll see that it's really quite a liberating experience. The human form is a beautiful thing."
His words were spoken genuinely and I felt comfortable and secure being around him. As I entered the art studio I felt a great warmth and comfort. The people there were all sitting behind canvases and painting with great batches of oil and charcoal and water paints. It was a beautiful environment and I immediately was put at ease.
I was wearing a robe, covering myself. I wasn't nude, but clad very softly in a little lace pair of underwear. I was unsure what to wear, so I chose to wear something that would be revealing enough if I didn't need to completely expose myself. My underwear had little lace frills that tickled my ass cheeks. They were so comfortable and they held on to me tenderly.
The professor lead me to a chair situated in the middle of the class and the people greeted me and I greeted them. Everyone was warm and friendly. The professor was standing next to me at this point and he asked me. "Now Kendra, do you want a moment while you disrobe?"
The general ambience of the room had struck me to such a pitch that I was beginning to lose my inhibitions. I politely smiled and said "No that’s okay, I’m feeling comfortable enough to do it now".
"Very well, let's begin."
I disrobed, letting the cotton drape over me before bunching up on the floor. I was worried that I would feel cold, being in my underwear in front of such a group of people, but that wasn't the case. I felt a surge of warmth as I undressed and indeed, the air was much more comfortable over my skin than the robe had been. I felt relaxed, and I was enjoying myself. I couldn't believe I was making money doing this.
I sat in a variety of poses whilst the professor asked me questions about my life and what I was studying. He was so charming and knowledgeable. He taught me about what the students here were learning and the various styles of painting that they were practicing. I had never known much about art but the way he explained it made it seem so clear. It was lovely. From time to time I thought I could sense the professor’s eyes looking upon my milky skin. I felt, somewhere deep in his gaze that he wasn't just looking at me as a piece of art.
In a breeze the time had passed me by, and I waved goodbye from a very thankful group of painters. Before I bent down to put on my robe again the Professor spoke to me.
"Kendra, would you mind if I asked you a favor?"
"Of course Professor, what is it?"
"I myself am a painter, and as part of the course, I will generally paint a piece using the same subjects that my students have painted, just to offer to them a different way of looking at the same subject. Would you mind if I borrowed you for a bit longer, in exchange more pay?"
I wasn't in a rush, and I had enjoyed myself so far, that I agreed to the Professor's offer.
"Sure," I said.
I bent up and sat down on the stool. My legs curled over the warm wood and made perfect beams. I thought I clearly saw the Professor's eyes look down on them, and a smile escaped his lips.
"You know Kendra, you are a very beautiful girl. Much more beautiful than anyone who has modeled hear before." He took up his paint brush and brought his easel closer to me. As he started to paint, we began talking again and our conversation trailed from this too that, from politics to student life and how he had always wanted to be a painter. He was a lovely man and when he turned his canvas to show me what he had started with, I could see that he was an incredibly talented artist too.
"That's beautiful!" I remarked.
"Thank you. I've been experimenting with different types of posing recently. Would you mind if I ask you to take a few more poses Kendra? I'm going to superimpose them together on the same canvas. It creates a wonderful image."
"Sure, I’d be glad to," I said.
"Would you mind turning around for me, standing up?" He asked.
I stood up from the stool and turned around. I brought my legs close together and I felt the warm air brushing over my ass. It tickled my cheeks as the lace trimmings flittered against me.
I could hear audible sounds of breathing coming from the Professor. I blushed, knowing now that he was looking at me as an object. I hoped deep down that it was an object of desire.
We continued our conversation and after some time, the Professor gave me another command. "Kendra, would you mind bending down somewhat?"
A smile escaped my lips. "I'd be glad to, Professor."
As I bent down I draped my hands over my thighs and pressed into them, propping up my ass, edging my mound out towards the professor, who could now see my heart shape ass in all of its completeness. I was beginning to become unimaginably aroused, I could barely contain myself. I felt deep within me that I was starting to become wet, and I hoped that it would soon become evident to the Professor that I wanted him.
We still talked as he painted, but our conversation stumbled more now. It wasn't uncomfortable, as I knew that he was focusing on other things, and that wasn't his painting. He gave another command.
"Kendra, do you mind if I ask something else of you?"
"Sure Professor, anything."
"Would you mind if I asked you to remove your bra and face me?"
At this point I was willing to do anything for him. I had never felt so comfortable with a man before, even though he was much older than I was, I felt secure and wanted around him. I wanted to show him that I wasn't as young as I looked, and that I could be mature and responsible for my own body too.
"I'd love too," I said.
I turned around to the Professor and looked deep into his eyes. In the fullness of the studio light I reached around and unclasped my bra, letting its cups release themselves from my tender breasts and fall to the floor. My gentle tits hung in the air. They were young and spritely, and hung in the air almost as if they were levitating in place, being supported by some invisible structure. And even though the air was warm, my nipples had become erect with the feelings of desire that were surging through me.
It took the Professor a while to remember that he was supposed to be painting me, and he looked a little embarrassed as he headed back to his canvas. It was cute, the way he looked over my body, and I reveled in the attention. I was proud of my body, and it was nice to have some recognition from a man I respected so much. He continued painting and I started to fantasize about him. I began to notice that my fantasies were precipitating very real consequences as I looked down and noticed that my panties were becoming moist and stained with my juices. I became slightly flushed, but was relieved at the fact that it was just me and the professor here, with no one to judge our actions. This was art.
As the Professor looked back at me, it became very clear that he had noticed my panties, and he let out a grunt, immediately followed by a "Pardon me." He couldn’t hide his excitement, as it became clear from the bulge forming in his pants that he was feeling the same sexual tension in the air as I was. The conversation now had died down to a minimum, until he gave another command.
"Kendra, I don't mean to impose myself too much on you, but could you do me two last things?"
"Sure Professor, anything."
"Could you take off your panties?"
I took a big gulp. I had never fully exposed myself to anyone before. If it weren't for the fact that I was now enraptured in the Professor's charm, I don't know if I would have done it, but it was a completely fortuitous occasion. I slid my fingers into the elastic and draped them down over my ass. I felt the lace curve its way over my body until it was resting firmly on the ground, and I stepped out of it. I was now standing completely naked for the Professor.
"You look very angelic Kendra. I just have one more thing to ask of you, and I do hope that you will do it for me."
"Of course Professor, anything."
"I'd like you to masturbate, for me."
This last command took me completely by surprise. The Professor walked around from behind his canvas and I could see that this was no longer about his painting. His bulge was fully formed and pressing hard against his pants. He wanted to watch me for me, not for his painting, but because he thought I was beautiful.
I looked at him and brought my hand down to my thigh. I bit my lip as I brought it more slowly around into my innermost flesh, and coursed it up, to my aching virginal pussy. I sparked and prickled with newfound sensations, standing here for the Professor to see. I pressed my fingers deeply into my wetness and began making tender circles around my little clit. I was caught up in a flurry of emotions, but the overarching feeling which dominated me was absolute pleasure. I looked at the Professor, my chest heaving and my breaths panting, and he looked back in rapturous desire.
I pressed even harder, pushing two fingers into my slit, feeling my little pussy contract over them in quaking pleasure. I slid in and out and all around, playing with myself. What had initially started as slight caution was now completely washed away in a sea of ecstasy. I embraced my newfound liberation and circled my pussy quicker and quicker. My flurrying fingers carried me closer and closer to orgasm until I was unable to hold myself any longer. I gasped and convulsed in orgasm, feeling an electric flurry work itself through every cell of my body. I exhaled in primal pleasure, looking at the Professor with my hand still firmly pressed on to my mound.
He was speechless. He stood there with his analytic eyes, looking at me all over. I was not embarrassed, I was not ashamed, I was completely driven by sexual emotions. I knew now who I was and what I wanted, and I wanted the Professor.
The Professor could sense this in my eyes and approached me. When he was standing next to me I brought my hands down onto his shirt and began unbuttoning it. With every button that I undid, I kissed his chest. I slowly made my way down his chest until there I reached his pants, and I looked at him once again as I slowly unbuckled his belt. I flung it to the floor and pulled down his pants with a fury I had never felt in myself before. And there, I was greeted with a true work of art. I had never seen a cock in real life before, but this blew me away with its length and its girth. It was much bigger than I was expecting and I let out a shocked gasp. I was immediately overcome with a hunger for it, and I bent down to taste it.
I crept onto my knees and began kissing the Professor's shaft. He let out an exhalant breath of satisfaction as I worked my way up to the head of his enormous cock. I opened my lips and brought it in to my mouth. I slid it over my tongue and began tasting it in delicious circles. It was sweet and salty and I loved every inch of it. I lashed and licked him with a ravenous fury. I took him in as far as he could go, and then I released him, pulling him faster and faster each time. The professor bent down and took my hair into his hands. He pulled on it, forcing my mouth further over his cock until I gagged. I loved all these new sensations that the Professor was giving to me and I reveled in his command. After a while his thrusts became stronger and stronger until he pulled me off his throbbing member entirely.
The Professor pulled me up until I was standing again and he brought me close to him in a passionate kiss. His lips were warm and he held me close to his heaving naked body. I could feel him all over and I lusted and pined for him. He then grabbed me firmly in his hands, pulling me up into the air, allowing my legs to wrap around his body.
I was held there by the Professors bulging muscles. I hadn't realized how strong he was until he effortlessly suspended me here, and I knew what was about to happen. With my arms, I straddled his firm shoulders and buckled my hips against his waist as he guided his throbbing cock deeply into me. I was overcome with absolute bliss and absolute pain. It was so big going into me that I was sure that I was going to be split in half, but I wasn't, and in a fleeting moment I was drowned in ecstasy. I could feel every inch of his warm cock pulsating inside me and I screamed as it pressed into me. Every moment he moved my pussy tingled and buzzed in new sensations, and the immense pressure was overloading and overbearing me. He held tight and guided me the entire time, holding my chest close to his chest as the thrust me up and down on his cock.
After some time the Professor pulled me off him and placed me down onto my drunken feet. He turned me around and pushed me down so that I was leaning on all fours. I felt a great gravity as the Professor entered me once again, but from this angle I was greeted with a flurry of new sensations in my aching pussy. I was overcome with bliss and my tender wetness was quivering and shaking with the pounding that it was receiving. I sat there and grasped the floor as tightly as I could, but his great strength throttled me on the floor in heaving movements.
Finally the Professor took me in his arms again, carrying me in his strength over to the canvas. He placed me down and swept the canvas of his easel, making a loud crash on the ground. He picked me up again and propped me on his sturdy wooden easel, spreading my legs with his hands. He stood next to me and even as I sat on the easel, his great height towered over me again. I moaned as he slid his cock deep into me again.
I grabbed hold of the Professor's bulging muscles and he wrapped his hands around the easel, motioning it forward and backward, which in turn, thrust me up and down his cock in swift seamless movements. The fluidity of his movements sent prickling ecstasy through my body, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I gasped and moaned and kissed him passionately as he exhaled in overwhelming pleasure. He looked up at me and caressed my face, slowly bringing his hands down my body in intimate massage. He caressed my perky breasts which were bouncing in reciprocity against the weight of his thrusts. He held onto my waist and caressed my hips until finally his hands were resting again on my thighs. He lifted them up and his cock slid even more deeply into me, deeper than I ever knew. My womb was ignited with glorious passion and I felt every muscle in my body start to twitch and numb in the cracklings of orgasm. But I held off, struggling as much as I could, waiting for the Professor to cum.
His thrusts grew more and more passionate as we continued. The intensity of our love crescendoed and grew and our breaths mimicked our lust. Finally, the Professor let out a roar of inflamed passion. He erupted inside me, spilling burning jets of milky magma inside my throbbing pussy. I felt overloaded with his unending flow of cum which was now trickling in gentle rivulets down my thigh. The Professor pulled his cock out and streams lashed out, spraying my breasts and waist in milky strings. He pulled against his member until every last drop was inside or laying on top of me.
I sat there, eyeing the tremendous form of the Professor. I brought my hand down to gently massage his balls and shaft, making sure that all of his seed was out, and I crept my fingers up my body to taste it. It was delicious, and I felt so satisfied with our tryst.
We gentle kissed each other and after some time, the Professor composed himself, and spoke.
"Well, my art is ruined. It looks like we might have to get you to come back and pose again sometime Kendra."
The End