Chapter 4:

No Clothes

Julian stepped back a little from the chaise and looked at me lying there for a long time under the changing lights.

His eyes moved slowly over my naked body, taking in the clay he had pressed onto my collarbone, waist, and hips.

I stayed in the pose with one arm stretched above my head and the other resting on my thigh, my legs slightly open.

My tits rose and fell fast with every breath and my pussy felt even wetter from all the touching and staring.

He shook his head slowly. “The current pose still does not capture the deep surrender I want for the exhibition,” he said, his voice low and serious. “It needs more. You signed the contract, Evie.

The scholarship and the stipend depend on your full cooperation. If you leave now, everything will be cancelled. Do you understand that?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding loud in my chest. My nipples were still rock hard and my pussy lips felt swollen and slick against the velvet.

“I understand,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I signed it. I need the money. I won’t leave.”

Julian walked closer to the chaise, his eyes dark. “Good. Then trust me for the art.

I’m going to remove the last piece so you are completely naked with nothing covering any part of you.”

He reached down and slowly pulled away the tiny bit of fabric that was still somehow draped across my lower belly, the last scrap that had been hiding anything.

Now I was fully naked on the velvet chaise, every inch of my skin exposed under the lights.

My tits, my hard nipples, my smooth shaved pussy with its puffy wet lips all of it on display for him.

He stepped back again and picked up his pencil, sketching me quietly for many long minutes.

The studio stayed silent except for the soft scratch of the pencil on paper and my own quick breathing.

I lay there feeling the weight of his stare on my tits and between my legs. My clit throbbed steadily and more wetness leaked out of my pussy onto the chaise.

“It feels so exposing like this,” I said softly, my voice breathy. “You can see every detail of my pussy now. The lips, the way they’re wet and open a little. I can feel you looking right at it.”

Julian kept sketching, his tone calm but rough around the edges. “That’s exactly what I need.

Light and shadow on your naked body. Showing every hidden part.

Your nipples are tight and dark. Your cunt lips are glistening. Keep your legs just like that, slightly spread.

Let me capture how your body looks when it has no choice but to surrender to the pose.”

I nodded, my cheeks burning hot. My free hand on my thigh twitched like it wanted to cover myself but I kept it still.

“My pussy is getting wetter the longer you stare,” I admitted, my breath catching. “I can feel it dripping. This is so dirty, lying here naked while you draw my spread cunt like it’s art.”

He finally put the pencil down and came forward once more.

With both hands he gently but firmly spread my legs a little wider, then tilted my hips upward with a strong grip on my pelvis.

The new angle lifted my pussy higher, opening my folds even more so he could see straight into my slick entrance.

His fingers stayed on my hips, warm and possessive, as he adjusted the pose. “Like this,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Your body offered up to the sculpture.

I need to see the full vulnerability the way your cunt opens when it’s tilted like this, the curve of your ass, the tremble in your thighs.”

A soft moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. His hands on my hips felt so strong and sure.

“Professor… your hands are right there on my hips, so close to my pussy,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust.

“I can feel the air on my wet hole now. It’s embarrassing how soaked I am. You’re making me ache just by positioning me like this.”

Julian held the pose, his thumbs pressing lightly into the soft skin near my pussy mound.

“Good. Let that ache show. Your body is reacting honestly. Your clit is swollen and peeking out. Your inner lips are shiny with your juices.

This is the deep surrender the exhibition needs a young woman’s body completely open and unable to hide how turned on she is.”

He kept his hands on me, making tiny adjustments to the tilt of my hips, his fingers brushing the crease where my thigh met my pussy.

“Stay exactly like this. Don’t close your legs. I want to see how long you can hold it while your cunt drips for the art.”

I lay there on the chaise, completely naked, legs spread wider, hips tilted up so my pussy was fully on display.

My tits heaved with every breath, nipples aching. My pussy throbbed visibly under his stare and more slickness kept leaking out.

My mind raced with raw thoughts how much older he was, how completely he controlled the pose, how badly my body wanted his hands to slide higher and touch my clit or push inside me.

But I stayed still, breathing fast, letting him look and adjust because the contract and the money and the dirty thrill kept me pinned there.

Julian studied me for another long moment, his hands still resting on my hips, fingers warm against my skin.

“The light is hitting your exposed cunt perfectly now,” he said quietly.

“But I need even more surrender in the next adjustment. This pose is close, but we’re not there yet.”

I nodded, my pussy clenching hard at his words, already anticipating what he would do next with those strong hands.

Chapter 5:

He Claims Her

Evie’s pov

“Professor, your hands are still on my hips and my pussy is completely open like this,” I whispered, my voice shaky as I lay on the velvet chaise with my legs spread wider and my hips tilted up exactly how he had positioned me.

My tits heaved with every fast breath and my slick pussy lips felt so exposed under the bright lights.

I could feel my own wetness slowly dripping down toward my ass.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold this pose without touching myself. It aches so bad.”

Julian stood over me, eyes locked between my spread thighs.

He stepped fully onto the platform, his big body filling the space between my legs.

“The pose is good, Evie, but art needs truth. I need to feel your body respond.

I need to taste how wet your cunt is, stretch it, and fuck it until it gives me the real surrender I want on that bronze.”

His voice was low and rough, completely honest now.

My breath caught. “You’re really going to fuck me right here on the chaise?” I asked, but my pussy clenched hard and pushed out a fresh gush of slickness at the thought.

“Yes. Right here. Right now.” Julian ran his large warm hands slowly up my inner thighs, spreading me even wider.

He leaned down and kissed the soft skin inside my knee, then higher, hot open mouthed kisses that left wet trails.

When his breath finally brushed over my dripping pussy I shivered hard.

“Look at this pretty young cunt. Already soaked and twitching for an older man’s mouth.”

He licked a long, slow stripe from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my clit, tasting every drop of my wetness.

Then he did it again, harder, his tongue pushing between my puffy lips.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet and horny,” he growled against my flesh. “Your pussy juice is dripping all over my tongue.”

I moaned loud, my back arching off the velvet. “Oh god, yes. Lick my clit.

Suck it harder, Professor.” His mouth closed around my swollen clit and he sucked while his tongue flicked fast and firm.

Two thick fingers slid into my tight hole, pumping deep and curling to rub that sensitive spot inside me.

Wet, filthy sounds echoed in the studio as he ate me like he was starving.

My hips started grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure.

He pulled back just enough to speak, fingers still thrusting. “Your cunt is gripping my fingers so fucking tight.

So hot and slippery. You love having your professor’s mouth on your dripping pussy, don’t you, Evie?”

“Yes, I love it,” I cried out, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop sucking my clit. I’m so close already.” My thighs shook around his head.

My nipples were painfully hard. He sucked harder on my clit, fingers pumping faster, and I came hard, my pussy pulsing and squeezing around his fingers while fresh cream flooded his mouth.

I moaned loud and messy, hips jerking as the orgasm tore through me.

Julian licked me through every spasm, drinking it all up, then rose between my legs.

He opened his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy cock.

The head was swollen and leaking precum. He rubbed the fat tip up and down my soaked folds, slapping it lightly against my sensitive clit.

“Feel how hard you made me? This big cock is going to stretch your tight little twenty-year-old pussy wide open.”

“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “Put it inside me. I need to feel you deep.”

He pushed the head in slowly, stretching my walls inch by thick inch.

I cried out at the fullness. “Fuck, you’re so big. It’s splitting me open.” When he finally buried every inch, his heavy balls pressed against my ass and he groaned.

Then he started thrusting long, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce wildly.

The sound of his balls slapping my wet skin filled the studio.

“That’s it. Take every inch of my cock,” he growled, gripping my hips hard.

He leaned down over me, still thrusting deep and steady, and captured one of my hard nipples in his hot mouth.

He sucked it deep, tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive tip before he bit down gently and tugged.

His other hand grabbed my other breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple between his thick fingers.

“These young tits feel so good in my mouth,” he mumbled around my nipple, voice vibrating against my skin as he kept pounding into me.

“Julian… oh fuck, Julian,” I moaned his name, but the next hard thrust slammed so deep it cut me off.

“Jul…ahh!” My words broke into a sharp cry as his cock drove into me again, forcing the air out of my lungs.

He sucked harder on my nipple, teeth grazing it while his hand kneaded and slapped the other breast lightly, making it jiggle.

He switched to the other nipple, sucking it noisily into his mouth, licking and biting while his hips snapped forward harder. “Say my name again while I fuck these tits and this tight cunt,” he

demanded, voice muffled against my breast.

He kept sucking and playing with them, alternating between soft kisses, hard sucks, and rough squeezes as he fucked me deeper.

“Juliann….Julia….fuuuck!” I tried to moan his name but every powerful thrust knocked the words out of me, turning them into broken gasps and cries.

My tits bounced and jiggled wildly in his hands and mouth. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy mixed with the filthy noises of him sucking and slurping on my nipples.

“Your mouth feels so good on my tits while you fuck me so hard. Don’t stop sucking them. Please.”

Julian groaned against my breast, biting down on my nipple a little harder as he sped up.

His hand mauled the other one, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching the nipple until I whimpered.

He kept thrusting deep and rough, his balls slapping loudly against my ass with every stroke.

“Your tits taste so fucking good. So soft and bouncy while this pussy squeezes my cock.

Come on my cock again, Evie. Let me feel it while I’m sucking these pretty nipples raw.”

I came hard a second time, screaming his name brokenly. “Julia…Ju…ahhh!” My pussy clenched and pulsed around his thick cock, creaming all over him as my whole body shook.

He kept sucking and biting my nipples through it, never slowing his deep thrusts, drawing out every wave of my orgasm.

Julian fucked me even harder, his mouth still latched onto my breast, sucking and licking messily while his hand kept playing with the other one.

His thrusts turned rough and punishing until he buried himself as deep as possible, groaning loud around my nipple.

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy, spurt after spurt pumping deep inside me while he kept his mouth on my tit and his hand gripping the other one tight.

He stayed buried there, cock twitching, emptying every drop into my cum filled cunt, still gently sucking and kissing my sensitive nipples as we both caught our breath.

I lay there panting, body flushed and trembling, his thick cock still deep inside my dripping, well fucked pussy and his mouth lazily playing with my breasts.

My mind felt hazy with pleasure and the dirty knowledge that my professor had just claimed me completely on his studio chaise.

Chapter 6:

She Takes Control

Evie’s POV

We stayed locked together for long minutes, his heavy cock still buried deep inside my cum filled pussy, twitching with the last pulses of his release. Julian’s mouth moved lazily over my breasts, sucking soft kisses around my sensitive nipples while his hands stroked my flushed skin. I was still trembling, my walls fluttering around his thickness, every tiny shift sending sparks through my overstimulated body.

But I wasn’t done. The ache inside me had only grown sharper.

I pushed gently at his chest until he lifted his head, eyes dark and hooded as he looked at me. Without a word, I sat up, forcing him to sit back on the velvet chaise. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Thick white cum leaked from my swollen pussy and dripped down my thighs.

I climbed over him, straddling his lap. “My turn, Professor,” I whispered, voice husky. “I want to ride you. I need to feel every inch while I’m sitting on your cock.”

Julian’s hands settled on my hips, but he didn’t guide me. He let me take control. His thick shaft stood rigid again, glistening with our combined juices, the head flushed and angry. I wrapped my fingers around the base, stroking once, twice, loving how he throbbed in my grip.

I rose up on my knees, positioned the fat tip against my dripping entrance, and slowly sank down.

A long, broken moan escaped me as he stretched me open again. “Fuck… you’re so deep like this.” Inch by thick inch disappeared inside me until my ass met his thighs and I was fully seated on his cock. I stayed there, completely still, just feeling him. He filled me so perfectly, pressing against every sensitive spot, the head nudging my cervix.

Julian groaned low, hands tightening on my waist. “That’s it, Evie. Sit on it. Let that tight little cunt swallow every inch.”

I didn’t bounce right away. I stayed fully impaled, grinding in slow, deep circles. My clit rubbed against his pelvis with every roll of my hips. The movement was quiet, almost subtle on the outside, but inside it was devastating. His cock stirred my insides, dragging along my walls, pushing his cum even deeper.

“Oh god…” I breathed shakily, bracing my hands on his broad shoulders. My tits pressed against his chest as I leaned forward, lips brushing his ear. “I can feel you throbbing inside me. You’re so fucking hard again.”

I clenched around him deliberately, milking his shaft with my pussy while I kept grinding. Julian’s breath hitched. His hands slid down to grip my ass, spreading my cheeks as I moved.

“Ride me properly,” he growled softly against my neck. “Use that young cunt on your professor’s cock.”

I lifted just enough for half his length to slide out, then sank back down hard. The wet slap of my ass meeting his thighs was loud in the quiet studio. I did it again, faster, finding a rhythm rising and falling while my hips rolled on every downstroke. My tits bounced heavily between us, nipples brushing his chest with every movement.

The intensity built fast. Every time I dropped down, his cock slammed against that perfect spot deep inside. I started riding him harder, my slick pussy making obscene, squelching sounds around his thickness. I could feel our mixed cum coating his balls and dripping down to the chaise.

“Fuck, Julian… you’re so deep,” I gasped, bouncing faster. My thighs burned but I didn’t slow down. I leaned back slightly, changing the angle so his cock dragged right over my g-spot on every stroke. “Right there oh shit, right there!”

He reached up and grabbed my bouncing tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching my nipples hard as I rode him. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “Fucking yourself on your professor’s cock like a needy little slut. So wet. So loud. Your pussy is creaming all over me.”

I moaned louder, the filthy words pushing me closer. I planted my feet on the chaise for better leverage and started slamming down harder, taking him brutally deep. The wet sounds of my pussy swallowing his cock filled the studio filthy, rhythmic, obscene. My ass clapped against his thighs with every savage drop.

I leaned forward again, burying my face in his neck as the pleasure became overwhelming. My hips moved frantically, grinding and bouncing, chasing that edge. “I’m gonna come… Julian, I’m gonna come so hard on your cock.”

“Come then,” he demanded, one hand sliding between us to rub tight, fast circles on my swollen clit. “Milk me with that greedy cunt. Let me feel you fall apart while you’re sitting all the way down on it.”

The combination his thick cock stretching me, his fingers on my clit, and the relentless grinding shattered me. I came with a sharp cry, my pussy clamping down hard around him, pulsing and gushing fresh cream down his shaft. My hips stuttered, but I kept riding through it, drawing out every wave until my legs shook uncontrollably.

Julian cursed, gripping my hips and thrusting up to meet me. He fucked me from below, hard and fast, while I tried to keep moving. The intensity was blinding. I could barely breathe, just whimpering and moaning brokenly as another orgasm crashed into the first.

He suddenly flipped us so I was on my back again, but I immediately wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. No he let me stay on top. I pushed him back down and kept riding, slower now but deeper, grinding my clit against him while his cock stayed buried to the hilt.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice strained. His hands held my tits, thumbs flicking my nipples. “I want to watch your face while you come on my cock again.”

I locked eyes with him, riding slower but more intensely, rolling my hips in long, deliberate strokes that made his cock stir every inch of my soaked pussy. The eye contact made it filthier, more intimate. I could see how badly he was losing control.

One more deep grind, one more hard bounce, and I came again silent this time, mouth open in a wordless cry as my whole body locked up and my pussy spasmed violently around him. The orgasm was longer, deeper, almost painful in its pleasure.

Julian groaned my name and thrust up hard, burying himself completely as he exploded. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded me again, pulse after pulse filling my already soaked cunt until it overflowed and ran down his balls.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, still impaled on his twitching cock, both of us panting and trembling. His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my back while the other stayed possessively on my ass, keeping me seated exactly where I was.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured against my hair, voice wrecked. “Riding me so beautifully. This pussy is mine now.”

I smiled against his skin, clenching weakly around his softening cock, already wondering how soon I could have him again.

The bronze sculpture could wait. Tonight, the only art happening in this studio was the way he claimed me and the way I claimed him right back.