Maggie Hill
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Task 5.3 – Tasteful Modeling
🕑 Added 2023-09-20 15:42:02 +0000 UTCMy mind kept looping over the feeling of the teacher’s hand against my bare breast. It was probably on accident, but a part of me wishes she had done it on purpose. That deep down, she enjoys taking advantage of innocent little girls like me. Maybe that’s why she did it in the first place, or maybe she was in my place once too and knew exactly what I was going through. Maybe she did it for the same perverted reasons as well and not just for the money.
Holding my position was starting to get harder, the thought of her doing it on purpose was starting to turn me on again and my pussy was dying for attention. I could feel its wetness start to drip between my lips, the soft material of the cloth gently touching me and the smell of my arousal starting to slowly permeate from my body.
My nipples felt so harder that they were straining against my body. The thoughts made me feel flushed and I tried my best to keep my breathing under control. I just hoped people thought I was getting nervous being exposed and it was nothing else and tried desperately to hold the pose I was in.
I heard some movement behind me, something large and possibly heavy being moved across the stage floor, but I couldn’t look out without breaking the pose and I worried what was about to come next.
“Ok, time for the next pose, we’ll be rotating our lovely model around and working on the detail work we talked about last week,” a hand rested on my shoulder and I jumped, “it’s ok, we’re going to move to this block and have you facing away this time.”
I stood up, suddenly feeling modest again, closing my robe, my legs felt a little wobbly, but managed to make it over to the block she was talking about. I stood waiting to be told what to do, feeling like any wrong move would ruin the class, but her smile as she looked at me made me feel comfortable once again and when I looked at her, I wondered if her cheeks had always been that reddish, or was it just recently.
“Ok Maggie, have a seat right here facing away from the class, I’ll take care of the rest,” she patted the block, “you’re doing great by the way.”
I sat down, the block was smooth and somewhat cold to the touch through the thing material of the robe.
“Ok, just follow my lead and don’t forget to breathe.”
She pulled the robe from underneath me and draped it over the box, she then placed my arms at my side, splitting the material and exposing me to her. The whole action almost felt intimate rather than procedural and it gave me some bad thoughts with how close her face was to me. I knew it had to be my imagination, but I could almost feel her breath on my bare skin.
“Stay professional, stay professional, she’s a professor and you are going to get yourself expelled,” I kept repeating in my head.
I felt her hands on my shoulders and the material of the robe start to slowly sip down my back all the way down to the box. I was now showing off most of my ass and well, pretty much naked now. Although, most of my body was facing away, the only thing covering my body, was now the angle that they were seeing me at. With her hands on my shoulder, a slight twist to the left of my torso and she pressed on my shoulders to hold me in place.
“Oh shit,” blurted out of my mouth as I felt my butt start to slide forward, the box was getting a little damp which causing me to slide forward.
“Oh, that’s ok, quick fix,” she grabbed a small box and brought it in front of me.
She got down on her knees, placing my feet on the box, spreading my legs. In any other situation this would have looked really, really bad and I nearly died from embarrassment thinking what the student saw behind me, with their teacher on her knees, head nearly between my thighs.
It was only for a few short moments, but it felt like she was down there forever and when she stood up, she used my leg to help her stand again. Her body weight pressed into her hand, her fingers pressing into my thigh and for that split second, I loved the feeling. I wish she would have done the same to the other side and just shoved her face between my thighs and took me right then and there.
She walked back to her seat, the one I hadn’t noticed. Picking up a sketchbook herself she began scribbling in it, then I saw her eyes glance over at me and back to her sketchbook again. Was she drawing me? Had she been drawing me this whole time? I finally took a moment to realize how exposed I was. Not only was I completely naked to her gaze, but my legs were now splayed wide open.
I was lucky the class couldn’t see my face, but I couldn’t help biting my lip with how much her stare was starting to turn me on. Her eyes were practically like fingers on my skin, her soft lips grazing my nipples, her tongue delving between the folds of my pussy. I didn’t want to admit it, my arousal taking my brain over and I wanted nothing more than for her to just fuck me.
I could feel myself leaking even more than before, my pussy felt like it was on fire, dying to be touched. The heat was radiating up to my chest and into my cheeks, my heart was racing and it felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Even harder to keep myself from thinking about anything else but sex.
Comments
Maggie Hill
all the task ones in this book are
Ferris Beuller
Please tell me this is a true story :)
Jeremy T. Bouse
Absolutely fantastic turn of events. To be a fly in the wall
Hedgie
A wonderful new entry into debauchery. Fantastic
