Luckily he did not throw our food down, but he did empty his hands quickly, so that he could help me undress.
“I could see your pussy lips quiver when that bastard rubbed you,”Gary confessed. “Were you humiliated?”
I remembered that moment, and how relieved I was that I didn’t show everyone how much of a slut I really was.
“It did feel humbling,” I confessed. “It was as if he had control over me, but it also made me hungry for more.”
“Well, the second year ‘erotica’ courses always highlight the female model, but this is the first time they have ever used a student. Every week they will bring in a different model for you to pose with. It will usually be a male, but sometimes you will be posed with another woman. You can bet that it will be highly arousing for everyone.”
Gary drew up a voucher for the two hours of “specialized modeling”. I had just reduced my student debt by 2 hundred dollars.
I spent another night with my T.A. friend, but it wasn’t going anywhere, so I grabbed my shit around 4 in the dark, and headed for my own dorm.
As I walked, I saw a few serious runners, but the pathways were mostly empty. Just as I got within sight of my building, I realized that there was a humming sound, so I looked over my shoulder and almost jumped out of my skin when I found a golf cart within two feet of me.
“Hey,” I shouted, as I jumped forward in alarm.
I quickly noted the “Campus Police” markings and the uniform.
“Can I give you a lift, Miss. Prescott?” The professional looking man asked me.
This was actually something that the college cops took pride in providing for female students, especially when they were walking alone at night.
I slipped into the seat next to him for the last 50 steps.
It took him about 40 seconds to get me there, and it took 38 seconds for me to realize that he knew me by name?!
All I did was turn to him, and he knew my question.
“Pretty well every security screen on the campus grounds was tuned into the art podium yesterday,” he explained with a smile.
At that point I realized the folly of the ‘no cell phones’ policy for the art class. There were security cameras!
“I’m off work now, Ginny,” he explained, though it sounded a lot like an offer.
I walked to the side door, but paused with the door only slightly ajar.
“Would you like to come up and help me quench a fire?” I called out.
He slowly climbed out of his side. I saw that he was at least twice my age, but he looked capable enough. Not like my usual passive, liberal friends.
When we got to my room I just walked to the bed and flopped down, face first. I heard the dead bolt being slammed into place, but I just lay there, exhausted.
The school cop put his weight on me, pulling my arms up behind my back. When I heard the handcuffs ratcheting onto my wrists, my eyes popped open.
“I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass now,” he whispered into my ear as he pressed down hard to show his dominance.
I didn’t even resist. At least he used condoms.
The next ‘click’ of any note was the click of my door as he left me. I would have to change the sheets; they were soaked through. I was glad that I didn’t need to call a girlfriend to release me from the cuffs.
Two weeks went by before I got an email as a reminder that the Summer Session was about to start. I was too broke for the extra course that a student could squeeze in, between regular school years. I had to earn cash, so the private modeling job at the Professor’s cabin started to sound great. Of course it also sounded like a spot that most young ladies would and should avoid.
As usual, I was early.
Mark, The Art Professor, was still packing when I got to his apartment just north of the campus. He was dressed much more casually than at school, but still reminded me of my dads generation.
“There will be a few Associate Professors and Alumni of the school,” he informed me as he packed. “You will pose for four one hour sessions each day, and some might run long, but then you get paid another full hour.”
I was counting up the money in my head as he drove.
“You will probably recognize Brice Bingham. He does nudes in oil, and has already made a name for himself. He will be out there at some point. He will probably want some private time, but you should hold out for a percentage of the sale of the art. You might make a few thousand if you get the standard 15 percent. He is very successful with his erotic paintings.”
I had heard the name, but I had no idea what he looked like. Not that it mattered. I would fuck a leprechaun riding a unicorn for a thousand dollars!
We got to the cottage around dusk, but we still had plenty of daylight to check out the grounds and the large building.
The property had a river valley and a wooded lot, next to a big modern cottage with a large front window, providing the maximum light in the Great Room of the A frame structure. More windows fronted the upper level where three bedrooms overlooked the couches and overstuffed seats of the front room, yet each had its own view of the lake.
The front porch had room for 20 partiers and a curved slide ended with a two foot drop to the water. There was a canoe, an upright paddle board, and two plastic kayaks on a steel rack near a small sandy beach.
“It’s a bit chilly for a swim, I’m afraid,” Mark informed me. “But it’s supposed to be warmer over the next few days…”
“Oh! I should have brought my bikini,” I interrupted him.
He looked at me funny, and my spine tingled a bit.
“You will not be needing a bikini, dear.”
I realized with a chuckle that it would be silly to consider modesty on this trip.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes, young lady.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the middle of the Great Room. No one else was there yet, but perhaps the scholar wanted to have some private time with his muse?
“I hope you don’t mind if I strip you myself, Ginny.”
I felt his hand shake a bit as he pulled my blouse over my head. He came in close behind me and brought his lips to my neck, but he only sniffed my nape. It was intoxicating to be exposed, even if it was just one elderly man. His hands went around my narrow waist as I looked out over the lake.
“I need to draw you while aroused,” he whispered, though there was only the two of us.
I pictured the Prof with a boner down low and a paintbrush in his hand. It made me chuckle again. Then I realized that he wanted ‘me’ aroused.
Mark continued to strip me. I only had a skirt and a thong, but he struggled to find the zipper on my side. He gently turned me around to face him.
“This entire weekend we will be looking to capture your raw desire,” he started. “So now that you are naked and at my mercy, I am going to see what makes you hard in the right places.”
He picked up some silk scarves and tied my wrists behind my back, then pulled another one up high on my arms, well above the elbows, causing me to arch my back and extend my tits toward the window.
Suddenly his fingers were in my vagina. My gasp was the only sound.
“Not too wet, but we can work on that.” His other hand came around to a tit and gave it a full squeeze. “I am going to enjoy eating your pussy Ginny.”
I felt the wetness growing before he felt it, but not by much.
“Your pussy is almost ready for me.” He licked his lips to establish what I was being readied for.
“Spread your legs please.” He politely insisted as he lowered himself to his knees.
I stepped a bit to the right and a bit to the left. All I could see was the lake, until I realized that there was a reflection in the window. I could see the ghostly image of the Professor’s face between my legs, then I felt his tongue, high up on the back of my thigh. I could feel his breath on my labia as they filled with hot blood.
There must have been a breeze coming off the lake cause I could see the large pane of glass shimmer. It caused the vision of my tits to bounce with the reflected light.
“You look spectacular,” Mark whispered.
He stood to one side and I watched him undress. He placed his dockers and golf shirt on the empty stuffed chair then he tugged his jockeys to the floor and wiggled his stiff pickle in front of me. He was average in length but more importantly, he lacked the dad muffin. He kept himself pleasantly slim and had a light brown dusting of chest hair. He moved in behind me while I noticed some movement outside. There were already three people on the deck with two other canoes pulling to the lower dock area, with day trippers jumping out.
My naked host moved in behind me and put his hands on my hips with an obvious intent.
“I think our audience has arrived,” I informed my Patreon.
“Yes,” he reported, but his hands were again roaming around my excited body.
“Perhaps we should keep it professional, Mark,” I continued with a catch to my breath. He had positioned the tip of his cock at my slit, and I felt it rubbing the entrance to my pussy.
“This is me, keeping it professional, Ginny.” He informed me as he thrust upwards with his hips. His cock split between my moist labia and didn’t hesitate when the inner lips were found to be plenty wet enough.
I was being fucked, as the crowd gathered. I just looked back at them with my mouth open. The thrusts were doing their job. I spread myself a bit wider.
“That’s it, Ginny. Perfect.” The Prof continued his assault on my pussy.
After about 20 minutes of thrusting I could tell that my fucker was reaching the end of his journey.
“Sorry, Ginny, but I’m going to change their field of view a little.” With that said, Mark reached around and grabbed two handfuls of tit, while he jammed his cock hard into my pussy. His pelvis smashed into my ass with every thrust, but it only lasted another 30 or 40 seconds as he emptied himself into my boiling depths.
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