Petra Doubles Down
Professor Edwards started his lecture while his friend, Mr. Dennison, stood off to the side of the room watching.
"Last week we analyzed the Art Nouveau style popular at the start of the Twentieth century. I have some new slides to review it today."
A collective yawn came from the back of Edwards' 9:00 AM Fine Arts class. Most of the jocks had settled in for an hour's nap before heading off to the gym. However, one student in the front row, Petra Stanwick, snapped to attention wondering if these were the slides for which she had posed Friday evening. If so, would he show any embarrassing shots? After all, she had let her control slip, ending up nude and masturbating for the camera.
"This is what the style looked like on a woman of the day," Edwards stated, projecting one of Petra, masked and wearing that filmy, flowing green gown. She looked beautiful and curvaceous.
"You see the sensuous curves of nature here, and the colours too. The gauzy fabrics were characteristic as well. Lovely, isn't she?"
The guys in the back rows were looking intently at the screen now, checking the woman in the slide. In period costume and a mask no-one could identify her- except Petra, of course. Her heart pounded, and she felt flushed. Would there be more of them?
"Let's look closely at her broach," the professor stated, projecting an extreme closeup of the elaborate decorative pin resting on the model's full breast. A taut nipple pressed up against the silky fabric of the gown. The back rows of the lecture hall were on high alert now.
"You can see the curling stems of plants in its design, and inlays of coloured glass carefully cut by a skilled craftsperson. Art Nouveau is a very distinctive style, and here's what it looked like in other decorative arts of the time."
Next, he showed images of stylish Art Nouveau objects: metal and coloured glass Tiffany lamps, and artistic porcelains from vintage European workshops like Moorcroft and Lalique. After a few of these, interest flagged again. Then came more images of Petra, the Art Nouveau model. The first one highlighted her hand-crafted earrings, but the second showed the mystery woman from behind, her head turned, with a sultry look at the viewers.
Petra was worried, especially after the professor's next image showed her legs from shoes to thigh, well above her stocking tops. The tabs and hooks of her garter belt were visible, and her hand rested high on her bare skin. A little gasp came from the girls in the front rows.
"This is the last slide today. Note the fine curvature of the model's legs. Of course, they echo the sinuous shapes of Art Nouveau. If there's anything about this artistic style that some of you will remember, this slide captures it, right?"
For once, laughter came from the back of the classroom. Professor Edwards smiled- his new approach was an unqualified success! And while Petra recognized herself in the slides, no-one realized it was her. Nor was there any reason for embarrassment because her prof had been discreet in his selections.
While the class filed out all abuzz, Petra made a point of staying back to speak with William and his friend. Since her performance with them last weekend, she felt an intimate connection. After all, they'd seen her masturbating and she'd blown Mr. Dennison, on film! Today's successful lecture was a collective triumph of Ronald's idea, William's photography and Petra's modelling skills.
"That went well, old man!" Ronald exclaimed, slapping the professor's back. "And Petra, you looked fantastic!"
"Yes, she did!" William returned. "Are you ready to do another shoot this Friday evening, Petra? That was such a hit that I'd like to move on to art in the Forties and Fifties. Interested? Ronald, would you be able to get costumes and accessories from the Theatre Department again?... Great!... What do you say, Petra?"
"Friday.... Hmm.... I might have a girlfriend coming in from another college for the weekend. I should know in a few days."
"She's welcome to come with you, Petra. Might even be willing to help you with makeup and costume changes?" William suggested.
"Maybe she'll pose, if that's alright?" Petra suggested. "Emmeline's been in different productions and might enjoy it as much as I did. I'll ask her, OK?"
"Is she about your size for the clothing?" Dennison asked, and when Petra confirmed it, they agreed that inquiries would be made, and plans settled by mid-week.
"Before you go Petra, I have something for you," and her professor reached into his pocket for a jump drive. "They're your photos too. All of them."
"Thank you. And no-one else?" she entreated.
"Well, just the three of us. Nobody else. We'll keep it our own little secret. Agreed, Ronald?"
"Absolutely, William. But a big secret," he grinned at Petra knowingly, and she smiled back up at him.
****
Petra stared at the computer screen on the floor in front of her. She was kneeling and spread wide, focused on two things at once: a full screen image of Mr. Dennison's fat cock in her mouth, and her fingers toying her aroused body. She had rushed home from class and tossed aside her clothes as fast as she could. Now she felt her heat rising quickly as she viewed the wild photo session.
"There! That one!" she mumbled, peering at an image of Ronald coming on her lips and projecting tongue. Eyes closed tight, hand wrapped around his big shaft, she was taking his spewing seed into her eager mouth. The first few gobs coated the tip of her nose, with more on her lips. The spoon of her red tongue was white with his man sauce, but judging by her firm grip, Petra wanted more.
"Oh fuck it!... Fuck my mouth! Give it to me! More, more!" she wailed.
Petra's fingers rubbed hard across her engorged clitoris as she worked herself into a frenzy with the blowjob image. The fingers of her other hand squeezed and pulled at her peaked nipples. Her eyes were closing now, barely able to see the computer screen as she lost herself in a world of intense pleasure. Then her orgasm broke like a crashing wave.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!... Yes.... Yes.... Fuck me!... Ughhhh.... Mmmpphhfff!!!... Ahhh...."
As the intense climax ripped through her clenching body, Petra's knees came together, almost lifting her off the floor. Her ass-cheeks grabbed tightly, and she kept fingering until she simply couldn't continue any longer. Then she fell to her side on the carpet and lay for a few minutes lost in distracted thought.
Friday night couldn't come soon enough for Petra because this time she had every expectation of taking her art pictures a step further. She wanted to be actually fucked by Ronald Dennison, even by both of them. The very thought of it sent her back to the computer for yet another session of 'self-indulgence.'
For his next lecture, Professor Edwards introduced the Art Deco period of design. It was a considerable departure from the trend of a generation before. While Art Nouveau was sinuous and natural, created by skilled artisans, Deco was wholly modern. It featured a clean, streamlined look, with new materials like aluminum and plastics, and a focus on machine production.
As he droned on, the back rows of the lecture hall were silent, many students slouching, eyes closed. Of course, the front rows were eagerly recording notes on their devices. No-one was more attentive than Petra, who knew that in her Art Deco photos she showed plenty of skin, most notably her bared breasts. While she was rather confident in her professor's discretion now, she was still on edge.
First, Edwards projected an image of New York's Chrysler Building, commenting on its arched upper stories which culminated in a spectacular metal crown, unlike anything else in the architectural world. There was a glimmer of interest from the back, but this rapidly changed to outright enthusiasm when he followed it with a masked photo of Petra, spectacular in tight black and white, crowned by a tiara not unlike the building.
"Art Deco quickly found its way into the world of fashion. You can see the streamlining, highlighted here by the model's stunning shape. Note how the tight skirt tapers to the knee, almost hobbling her at that point. See the bold machine-made jewelry around her neck, her wrists and her on her ears. Quite a contrast to previous naturalistic art forms, right?"
All eyes were rivetted on the slide, and on the others which followed: a closeup of the metal emblem around Petra's neck, nestled down in the deep cleavage between fine tits which projected proudly in their fitted cones. Another closeup of matching earrings highlighted the soft curvature of her tilted neck tapering toward smooth, bare shoulders.
The back rows came alive as they focused on stockinged legs exposed above the dark bands at the top of her nylons. The tabs and hooks of her garter belt were visible, this time in black with lace trim. Professor Edwards deliberately left it projected for a few minutes while he reviewed the key elements of Art Deco revealed in the model's photographs. Every male eye strained to see more flesh.
After that, he concluded with images from the 1930s decorative arts which demonstrated this modern design. Streamlined household objects like clocks and toasters were shown, along with that iconic Art Deco piece- a sleek, chrome smoker's stand, capped by an aeroplane flying above a cobalt blue ashtray.
The class was animated as they filed out afterward, several students complimenting Professor Edwards on his new lectures. Mr. Dennison had watched the presentation with great interest, remembering that not long after the photos of her legs, Petra had been nude, sucking his cock. He was eager to do it again on the weekend, so he stepped up to her as the last students left the room.
"Have you heard from your friend, Petra?" he asked, hopefully.
"I sent her some of the slides used in the last class, and she said she'd love to pose too."
"Did you send any others? You know, after the ones for lectures?" Edwards asked.
Petra briefly lowered her eyes in embarrassment before continuing.
"No, but I think she might be interested. A men's magazine went to their college in the fall on a model search. Emma auditioned for them- probably in a bikini or less- and was disappointed when she missed the final cut."
"So, you think she might be comfortable with some risque posing?"
"I'm sure you could edge her along pretty easily. She drinks white wine, same as me. But, she still hasn't given me a definite answer about the weekend yet."
