Literotic asexstories – Her O Worship by 2soon2no,2soon2no
Her O Worship
As far back as high school I knew that I had no talent for art, but I still loved it with my entire soul. I wanted to know how to use an ancient pottery wheel, and how they developed paint, and brushes. I wanted to see and know it all. I wanted to know the ‘why’ of everything in the art world.
Having a degree in Art History would usually be a route to an academic career in a museum or an auction house like Christie’s, but a Teacher’s Assistant sent me on another path. I dated a young T.A. during my first year at NYU. He was surprised that I wasn’t an aspiring artist, but he soon found an artist’s interest in my body, and I found myself lounging, naked, in his studio, while he sketched me in charcoal. The next day, while looking at his work with good lighting, I decided that he was a better lover than he was an artist.
“The University pays well for models, Ginny, and if you pose for our class I’ll get the Prof to give you a ‘complete’ for the course.” Gary’s offer would literally save me from getting a C- which would be a big hit to my GPA.
He suggested that I sleep in his dorm room the night before my first job as a model, so I packed my toiletries and headed over to his fuck pad. The idea of exposing myself to 53 people in the morning was making me very horny, and it obviously did the same for Gary. We had raunchy sex until past 3, then when the sun returned, so did Gary’s boner. I felt him position me and press into my wet slit; without so much as a g’morning. I spread my legs a bit further, but kept my eyes closed while Gary humped me. He was slow with his strokes, almost acting like he was not really interested, or not intent on the completion. Eventually his hands found my tits, but I still refused to participate.
Then the pumping sped up.
Soon he lifted my knees to his waist, to get a better angle; he watched with delight as my tits bounced. Then he pushed my feet high above his head, while he pumped faster yet. The steady firm bump into my bum with his ballsack forced me to pay attention, but then he forced my knees to curl up on either side of my face. The head of his cock was now pounding vigorously and firmly into my G Spot, bringing me rapidly to a sweet climax, just as he popped; with much more of a load then I expected.
The condom’s reservoir was full and more thick cream coated his cock.
We hit the shower together, but he insisted that I leave my hair damp for the morning class on free style drawing. We grabbed a coffee and muffin at the Student Union, then we got to the classroom about 20 minutes early. There were eight students already seated in the auditorium style classroom, meant to hold up to two hundred people in a ring of seats that rose by a foot for each of the 8 rows. None of them paid any attention as we took our breakfast to the front and sat to talk about the pose that Gary wanted me to provide for the class of Juniors.
“I’m going to want you on your side, with your right arm holding your leg straight up in the air. Then look out over the students. You can move your head back and forth, since they will be concentrating on your face and your sex.” Gary was very excited by the idea of using someone that he knew intimately. He took two guys to the supply room and returned with a plain brown faux leather lounging sofa, like you might see in a Therapist’s office.
The auditorium started to fill, well past the fifty something students.
“Are we expecting extra today?” I asked.
“I had to let Professor Morgan know, but I didn’t tell anyone else,” Gary replied, but his guilty look suggested that there was more to the story.
After a pause, during which I stared at him, with my ‘I don’t believe you look’, he finally confessed the rest of the story.
“Well, I did tell him that It would be an erotic pose, and that I hired Ginny Prescott.”
Just then, the double doors at the main entrance flew open and Professor Mark Morgan came rushing into the room with two associate prof’s, four T.A.s and the last of the stragglers from the hall.
“Ah, Gary, I see that you have finally found a form of art that Ginny is qualified to participate in. Oh, you are a sight for my old eyes.” The professor did not stop at the presentation desk, as he continued his oration.
He climbed the three steps to the modeling diaz before I had even disrobed. Normally the model would disrobe in an office, then wear a robe until everyone is seated and ready. Gary wanted me to disrobe in front of the class, since they already knew me. I felt like there was a lascivious motivation too, but I hadn’t figured that one out yet.
“I’ll take over, Gary. Thank you.”
The Prof was in the house!
Gary looked like a trapped fox. He had been dismissed, so the one seat at the controls for the lighting and audio system, would be for his boss. As he looked around, he found that there was no available seat in the entire presentation room.
“Ms Prescott, could you please disrobe for our Artists?” Professor Morgan sat at the desk. “Gary! Go stand in the far aisle and catch Ginny’s clothes as she throws them to you, then you can sit in the aisle, out of the way.”
“Got that girl? Let’s go, they only have an hour before the mandatory break.” He picked up his own pad and charcoal pencil #4.
I kicked out of my sandals, then picked them up and tossed them to Gary. I was not going to do a striptease for them, so I went straight to my sweater and pulled it up and over my tits before pulling my arms out, one by one, and tossing the shirt to the T.A. ; my harem pants were down and off in seconds. There was a murmur in the room as they realized that there were no panties to remove, but I ignored it and moved to the settee.
“If you and Mister Renalds had a pose in mind, then go ahead with it.” The Professor explained.
I lay back and raised my right leg straight above my head, exposing my sex to everyone. The sound of pencils scraping on paper filled the room.
“Perhaps you could cup your right breast?” Mark suggested.
I used my left arm so that I could push my left breast a little higher with my wrist before I gave the right tit a squeeze.
“Perfect, Ginny. Did anyone ever tell you that you are very sexy?” Professor Mark laughed at his own ridiculous comment.
“I brought some baby oil, if you want me to spritz her.” Gary intoned.
“Oh, I’ll take that,” the boss jumped up and took the small bottle from his T.A. ‘s hand. “Being a Professor has to have some perks, right?”
He pumped a dozen times to cover me from neck to toe.
“Is her labia too glittery with the spritz?” He asked his students… “Yes, I think it is.” He answered his own question.
“I’ll just make a slight adjustment, if you don’t mind, Ms Prescott?” The Professor asked me for permission.
I nodded my head.
The Professor looked me straight in the eyes while he reached in with his bare right hand. He slowly rubbed my labia up and down.
My eyes popped, my nostrils flared, and my nipples filled.
The Prof leaned in and had a private word with me.
“Yes, Ginny. You make an excellent model, and we just happen to be looking for someone to ‘present’ herself for an entire semester of second year students. This would be an errotic series, so there would be an extra stipend for the humiliation factor.”
My imagination went crazy!
Visions of me, naked and bound in front of an audience, raced through my head! I was instantly aroused. Perhaps there would be toys? My blood raced!
Suddenly I was immensely horny. If he had reached out and touched my clit, I’m sure that I would have cum in front of everyone!
Sadly, he did not.
I felt like I was being edged. Constantly on the brink of orgasm. Had he puffed a breath on me, at just the right spot, I might have popped, but no.
I kept the pose for a very long time as they drew their interpretations of my face and my sex. Finally, a young lady cleared her throat, bringing everyone out of their distant thoughts.
“Um, Professor… It’s well past break.”
“Damn, young lady, you are right. Everyone! Please take ten minutes then Ginny will return.
Not everyone stopped drawing, but I dropped my leg down and massaged the calf. I hadn’t even noticed the time, but my leg knew. It was almost ready to give me a charlie horse.
“Let me help you there, Ginny.” Professor Mark knelt in front of me with his face practically buried in my muff, and he started a deep massage on my right thigh. He brought his face in tighter with every rub. His nostrils flared noticeably as he drew in the scent of my engorged vagina.
A few stragglers watched us but he had words that were just loud enough for me.
“Ginny, I would love it if you would pose for our summer session. It would be off campus, at a lovely cabin, and you would make the same stipend of 100 dollars per hour for every hour that you pose. The models usually make a few grand plus tips, for the extra sensual exposures.”
I told him that I would let him know if I could fit it in with my other summer commitments, and he seemed on the verge of offering me something extra, so I decided to stay aloof.
“Okay, let’s get you back up there, young lady.” Professor Mark used his hands a lot more this time, while he carefully adjusted my posture, with a few extra tweaks of my inner thigh and another spritzing and a careful inspection.
One student had planted himself in the front row during the break and he just stared at my crotch while his charcoal pencil hovered above the drawing pad.
After the session the Professor retired swiftly out the side door as I dressed. When my chest was again covered the odd-looking student in the front row shook his head, as if he had been in a trance, then he picked up his drawing equipment and followed everyone else to the exits.
Gary was the only one left, but he was happy to take me back to his fuck pad for a debriefing of the days events.
“The first thing I need is a hard fuck,” I casually mentioned as we walked into his livingroom with the pizza and the magnum of wine.
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