This short work of fiction has adults only and involves some bondage though it is consensual (the best kind)!
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!
