Chapter 1
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The voice on the phone sounded smooth and soft in my ears.
"Yes. Professor... Green? You needed a model for your life drawing class?"
"Yes, I do. When can you work?"
"How soon do you need me?" The woman said, speaking with a rather flat tone.
"I need you next week, Tuesday and Thursday. One session on Tuesday, and two on Thursday. Can you do it?" I said. I had grown nervous as I had not gotten a response about any new models for my class. My usual models had slowly moved away after school or for school and others found other work. At this point, I would hire anyone.
"Cool. Yeah. I can be there. Are you cool with a few tattoos and piercings?"
"Yes. Why not? It has never been a problem before. Your name?"
"Velvet."
"Hi... Velvet. Room 522-"
"Room 522, right. See you, Professor."
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After eating breakfast and getting dressed in my pants and jacket, my colorful necktie and leather shoes, I left for class. I had taught life drawing and art history at a small college in the wooded countryside. The landscape provided great subject matter for painting and drawing, so many other professors utilized it by taking their classes outside once in a while. I needed models. My last model told me they could fill in for part of the semester, but I wanted someone to pose for every session or at least as many as possible. I had posted an ad in the school paper weeks ago with no response. I thought I was trouble until she called and signed on to work both my classes.
I do not know why, but every year the young women in my classes seem to get more and more disrespectful and wild, Just the week prior, a young woman, Mindy, had sat herself on my desk wearing a very short skirt, asking me to change her grade on a paper for my "Beauty throughout Antiquity" class. She begged me for an "A". It felt awkward and difficult to have to decline.
"How about I suck your cock... and then-"
"Pleas go. Thank you. That will be all." I had to decline her and the others. Every year I get one or two students that try to show some skin or try to sit in my lap. Every time I stoically refuse. I had enough after the first time and installed a camera to record me in the office. It sits disguised as a clock on my shelf.
Another professor got fired the year I started here. He fucked a student in his office, and she blackmailed him until he finally had enough. She squealed and tried to sue the school and him. It was a scandal. After that incident the teachers seemed less open and scared. It did not scare me after I installed my cam.
After parking my car, I made my way through the crowd to the door of the art building. Standing taller than most allowed me to see over a crowd of people easily. Most mornings I would spot a student having a smoke or waiting outside the building before class, and I would usually stop and talk to them. I liked to build relationships with my students and also educate them in other ways. It also educated me. It kept me abreast of new music and movies. I sometimes even traded books or videos with my students.
This morning I saw one of my best students in some years, Casey, a cute redhead with a well developed body on a tall frame. She sat on a garden bench drinking coffee, wearing a small shirt with plunging neckline and high hem exposing her flat stomach and small, tight shorts over her round behind.. I had taken a shine to her as she had a great technique and had taken my class twice in previous semesters. She had a wispy, deliberate yet carefree style of drawing her figures, and her best drawings dripped sex. When I had a good model, she made powerful and exciting pictures. I had two models that liked more... interesting poses. One model, Phil, lifted weights and had massive muscles and liked very suggestive poses that made him look very powerful or strong.
The other model, Anette, would strike a pose for longer drawings that gave a few students in the room a perfect view of her perfect pussy. She had a cute strip of pubic hair and shaved everything else. She seemed to enjoy giving a view but only to a few worthy eyes. Her very first pose after the warm-ups she sat with her cute ass squatting on a small stool on the model stand. She kept arching her back and scooting back as she first arranged herself in the pose sitting on a simple stool. The pose lasted five minutes, and for five glorious minutes, one student sat and drooled with a hard cock in his pants. When I circled the room to each student during the pose, I found his blank, and I looked over his shoulder from where he sat on a drawing horse to see straight up her backside. She did have fantastic ass. I lost my breath at sight of her cute, trimmed slit and her hairless asshole. She always found a great pose that displayed everything to a lucky few, usually Casey. Casey made great drawings and always paid careful attention to the soft folds of Anette's cute pussy. Every wrinkle of her asshole. She eventually saved enough to go to school herself, and she left. I felt saddened by the loss of her as a model, and when I voiced this to Anette when she came to my office after my last class of last semester to inform me of her plans. I congratulated Anette and told her I was sad but happy for her. She leaned over me as I sat in my chair behind my desk, and she pouted and offered me a blowjob, which I happily accepted. She told me she had a thing for me the whole year. She said she enjoyed exposing herself for everyone to see. She removed her clothes again and dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers, pulled out my hardening cock and looked at it with a wide smile.
"Mr. Green. Why did you not show this to me before?" She dove her head down over the head of my cock, her tongue lathering my shaft, then took me from her mouth. "No fair! You should have shared this, Professor!"
