"Ok, now that you have a partner, are you ready to pose?" Professor Moore asked. I nodded. Professor Moore nodded too, then turned to address the class. "Ok everyone, get out your sketchbooks and pencils and get ready to begin."
I turned to face the cutie.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Richard," he answered. I sat down on the stool and spread my legs.
"Ok, Richard, get down on your knees," I instructed. He laughed nervously, but did as he was told and got down on his knees between my legs. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Are you comfortable because I need you to stay like that?" He nodded and stuck out his tongue. "Perfect," I said as I leaned back and arched my back. I knew that both Richard and the class were getting a good view of my panties and I didn't care. This was all being done in the name of art... amongst other things. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes in a face of ecstasy. The class was quiet and all eyes were on us, including Professor Moore's. This almost made me smile, but I didn't want to break character. We had to stay like this for the remainder of the class. I hoped that Richard was a good model.
The time dragged on forever. The pose that I had chosen was difficult to keep up. I had to keep my balance while leaning back on a stool for a whole hour. When Professor Moore finally clapped his hands together, signaling the end of class, I sat up and stretched. Richard sat back on his heels then slowly stood up, stretching his knees. "Good job!" I told him and gave him a high five.
"Ok, that's a wrap for today. See you all on Monday!" Professor Moore's loud deep voice boomed as he dismissed the class. I headed over to the stool and easel where I had deposited my stuff and gathered my things. As I exited the classroom, I checked my phone. I had a new message from Professor Moore that read:
‘Meet me at my office.’ I smiled smugly.
I rode the elevator down with my classmates, then let them all exit first. They all headed off in the direction of the buildings exit, while I headed in the direction of the offices. When I got to Professor Moore's office, I patiently waited outside for him to arrive. He got there five minutes later, attempting to look calm, cool, and collected as though he were in control of the situation. We both knew who was in control. He unlocked his office door and held it open for me to go in before following me inside, closing the door behind him. When I turned to face him, he was in my face, backing me up against a bookshelf.
"What was that little stunt you pulled in class today?" He growled into my ear as he slid his hands under my shirt and bra, filling his hands with my breasts. I whimpered and closed my eyes, licking my lips. He had one leg between each of mine and lifted my knee up to brush against his hard dick. One of his hands traveled all the way up to wrap around my neck. His other hand descended over my skirt then pushed it up as he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I moaned and bit my lip as my hand struggled to free his dick from his pants. Once it was free, I licked my hand and wrapped it around his hard shaft, stroking it up and down. He moaned into my hair, his warm breath tickling my ear and making me shiver. He lifted me up with the hand that was on my ass and I straddled him as he guided his dick inside me, choking me the whole time. When he entered me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, muffling my moans with his mouth. We made out sloppily as he pumped in and out of me. He stopped kissing me to whisper in my ear, "this is what you wanted?"
"Yes!" I cried out. He covered my mouth as he fucked me. We could hear the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of me and the sound of my back shaking the bookshelf with every pump. "Oh my God, I'm about to come!" I exclaimed into his hand. He moaned, sweat beading his brow. He released my mouth so that he could hold me by the ass with both hands, pumping in and out of me ferociously. I bit his shoulder, muffling my moans with his sweater. In the background, his phone began ringing. I gripped his strong back, digging my nails into it as I came. I came first, but he wasn't done. I licked his ear before he flipped me around and bent me over his desk, taking me from behind. He pounded into me, making my ass cheeks clap. He grunted as he came inside of me, filling me with his seed. I was face to face with his phone, which was still ringing. While still inside of me, he leaned forward and kissed my neck before pulling out. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. We both were sweaty and out of breath, trying to fix our clothes. His phone rang again. I glanced at the screen, which read "Sharon."
"Sharon's calling you," I informed him. I watched him pick up his phone as I fixed my hair. He didn't answer it, but instead, stuffed it into his pocket. "Who's Sharon?" I asked him. He looked out the window as though to gather his thoughts before looking me in the eyes.