Chapter 2: 

The Robe

Evie's pov

"Professor Voss,this studio is bigger than I thought," I said as I stepped fully inside after he closed the heavy door behind me. 

My voice came out a little shaky because the place felt so quiet and private, like the rest of the world had disappeared.

 I looked around at the high ceilings and the dramatic lights shining down on all those bronze sculptures of naked women twisted in raw poses.

 One statue had her legs spread so wide I could see every detail of her pussy lips molded in bronze, tits pushed out like she was mid-orgasm. My own pussy gave another slow throb just looking at it.

Julian gave a small nod, his face serious as always. "It needs to be big so I have room to work without anything getting in the way. 

Rules again, Evie. You obey every direction I give during the session. No phone. No talking to the outside world while we work. Everything that happens here stays between us. 

Change behind that screen over there. The white robe is hanging for you. Put it on and nothing else. Then come out and step onto the platform under the lights."

I nodded fast, my heart already racing again. "Okay. I'll do it." I walked behind the screen with my legs feeling weak. My mind kept spinning with dirty thoughts. 

This forty-year-old man was about to see me almost naked and he talked about it like it was normal. 

I pulled off my top and bra first. My tits bounced free, the nipples already hard and tight from the cool air and from how wet I had been since the classroom. 

I pushed my skirt and panties down in one motion. A long, sticky string of my pussy juice stretched between my swollen lips and my panties before it broke.I wiped it quickly with my fingers and licked them clean without thinking, tasting my own sweet slickness. Then I slipped the thin white robe on. 

The fabric was so light it felt like wearing nothing. It barely reached the tops of my thighs and the neckline was loose enough that my tits almost spilled out if I moved wrong.

When I stepped out from behind the screen, Julian was standing there waiting, his eyes moving slowly over every curve the thin robe barely hid. 

I could feel my nipples poking hard against the fabric and the cool air brushing right between my legs where I was dripping again.

"Stand on the platform," he ordered quietly, pointing to the low wooden platform under the warm spotlights.

I climbed up on shaky legs. The lights felt hot on my skin and the air teased between my thighs, making my wet pussy lips feel even more exposed. "Like this?" I asked, trying to sound steady even though my voice cracked a little.

Julian walked around me once, slow and deliberate. "Exactly like that for now. Now let the robe slip off your shoulders, Evie. Let it fall all the way down."

My fingers trembled as I hooked them into the thin fabric at my shoulders. 

I hesitated for just a second, feeling my cheeks burn hot. "You really want me to drop it right here in front of you?" I asked, my breath coming faster.

"Yes," he said, his voice low and firm. "Drop it. I need to see the real shape of your body without anything hiding it. Art doesn't work with clothes in the way."

I took a deep breath and let the robe slide down my arms. It pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked under the bright lights.

 My tits rose and fell with every quick breath, nipples stiff and pointing straight out. 

My shaved pussy lips felt swollen and slick, the cool air hitting my wet folds and making my clit throb.

 I could feel Julian's stare like a physical touch, moving from my hard nipples down to the smooth skin between my legs.

He picked up his charcoal and started sketching with quick, confident strokes, his eyes flicking between me and the paper. "Good. Very good. Keep still for me. 

Arms at your sides first. I need to see how your tits sit when you're standing natural, how your pussy lips look when they're exposed like this."

I stood there trying to stay still but my body kept reacting. My nipples tightened even more under his gaze and a fresh trickle of wetness slipped down my inner thigh. 

"It feels really exposed like this," I whispered, my voice breathy. "I can feel you looking right at my pussy."

Julian didn't stop sketching. "That's the point, Evie. I need to see how your body reacts when it knows it's being watched.

 Your nipples are hard. Your pussy is getting wetter. That's honest. That's what I want in the sculpture."

 He paused and looked up at me directly. "Turn slightly to the side. Push your chest out a little. Good girl. Now spread your legs just a bit wider so I can see the full shape between your thighs."

I did what he said, shifting my feet apart. The move opened my pussy lips a little and I felt another rush of slickness coat my folds.

 My clit pulsed hard. "Like this?" I asked, my voice sounding small and turned on at the same time. "You can see everything now, can't you?"

"Yes, I can see everything," Julian answered, his tone rough with focus. "Your pussy lips are nice and puffy. The way they glisten under the light is perfect. Keep that position while I sketch. Don't cover yourself. Let me look."

I stood there completely naked on the platform, heart pounding in my chest and my pussy aching with every second his eyes stayed on me.

 My mind kept racing with dirty thoughts about how his hands would feel next, how far he would push me in this session, and how much I was already dripping just from standing here letting him stare at my exposed cunt.

He kept sketching for a while longer, the only sound the scratch of charcoal on paper and my own quick breathing. 

Then he set the charcoal down and looked at me again, his expression serious but his eyes dark with something hungrier.

"The pose needs fixing to show the right emotion," he said. "Stay right there. I'm coming up to adjust you."

I swallowed hard, my pussy clenching at his words, already wondering what those strong hands were going to do to me next

Chapter 3: 

His Touch

"The pose needs fixing to show the right emotion," Julian said as he set his charcoal down and stepped onto the platform with me.

 His voice stayed low and commanding, the same tone he used in class but heavier now that I was standing there completely naked in front of him.

 "Stay exactly where you are, Evie. I'm going to adjust you with my hands so the lines are perfect for the sculpture."

I swallowed hard, my heart beating so fast it felt like it was pounding between my legs.

 "You're going to touch me now?" I asked, my voice coming out breathy and small.

 My tits rose and fell with every quick breath, nipples still hard and tight from being stared at for so long. 

My pussy lips felt swollen and slick, a slow trickle of wetness already sliding down my inner thigh because I was so exposed and turned on.

Julian moved closer until I could feel the heat from his body. "Yes. I need the real shape, the way your body reacts when it's being handled. Lift your chin a little." 

He reached up and gently tilted my chin higher with two fingers. His touch was warm and firm, rough from years of working with clay and bronze. 

The second his skin met mine a spark shot straight down to my clit. "Good. Now roll your shoulders back so your tits push out more. Like that."

His hands slid down to my shoulders, pressing them back slowly. His palms brushed the sides of my breasts as he did it, not quite grabbing but close enough that I felt the heat of his fingers graze my sensitive skin. 

My nipples ached even harder. I bit my lip to hold back a small moan. "It feels strange having your hands on me like this," I whispered, my pussy clenching tight. "You're so much older than me and you're touching me like you own the pose."

"I do own the pose right now," he answered, his voice rough but controlled. "Arch your lower back more. 

Push your ass out." He moved behind me and pressed one big hand flat against my lower back, the other landing lightly on my hip to guide me.

 His fingers dug in just enough to make me feel his strength. The move made my tits jut forward and my pussy open slightly from behind. 

I could feel cool air hitting my wet folds again and I knew he could see everything. "That's better. Your body looks honest when it's forced into the right curve. 

Your nipples are so stiff. Your cunt is dripping down your thigh. Don't hide it. That's the emotion I want."

My face burned hot but my hips gave a tiny involuntary rock. "I can't help it," I said, my voice shaky. "Standing here naked while you stare and touch me is making me so wet.

 I feel it running down my leg." Inside my head I kept thinking how dirty this was, a forty-year-old professor with his hands on my twenty-year-old body, shaping me like one of his filthy bronze statues.

Julian stayed behind me for a moment, his hand still on my hip. "Good. That wetness is part of it. Now turn and lie down on the red velvet chaise over there.

 I want you reclining. One arm stretched above your head, the other resting on your thigh. Move slowly so I can watch how your tits and pussy shift when you do."

I stepped down from the platform on shaky legs and walked to the soft red velvet chaise. 

I could feel his eyes burning into my ass and the slick space between my legs with every step. I lay back on the chaise, following his instructions.

 I stretched one arm up over my head, which made my tits lift and spread. My other hand rested on my thigh, close to my pussy but not covering it.

My legs fell slightly apart on their own and I didn't close them. "Like this?" I asked, looking up at him while my clit throbbed steadily.

Julian nodded and brought over a bucket of soft, warm clay. 

"Perfect for now. Keep that position." He dipped his fingers into the warm clay and started pressing small amounts directly onto my skin. First on my collarbone, then down the curve of my waist.

 The clay felt warm and smooth against my cool skin. His fingers smoothed it carefully, pressing and shaping it to match the exact dip of my body. "Your waist curves so nicely here," he said, his hand sliding lower to my hip. 

He added more clay there, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin right above my pussy mound. "And this hip bone... I need to feel the real texture and warmth to get it right in bronze."

Every time his fingers moved, my body reacted. My nipples stayed rock hard. My pussy kept leaking more slickness onto the velvet beneath me.

 When his hand smoothed clay along the side of my  breast, his palm grazed the underside and I let out a soft gasp. 

"Your hands feel so warm compared to the air," I whispered. "Every time you touch me lower I feel it right in my pussy. It's getting harder to stay still."

He didn't pull away. Instead he added more clay to the dip of my waist and then to the top of my thigh, his fingers working slowly and deliberately.

 "That's because your body knows it's being studied. It knows I'm looking at your cunt while I work. 

Spread your legs just a little wider for me so I can get the inner thigh right." His hand guided my thigh open, his fingers brushing dangerously close to my wet pussy lips.

 "Look at that. Your folds are shiny and pl uffy. The clay will capture how swollen you are right now."

I moaned softly before I could stop it, my hips shifting on the chaise. "Professor... you're touching so close to my pussy.

 I'm dripping all over the velvet. This feels so dirty, you putting clay on my naked body while I lie here spread open for you." 

My mind was spinning with raw lust. I wanted his fingers to slide higher, to touch my clit, but I stayed in the pose because the contract and the money and the strange thrill kept me there.

Julian kept smoothing the clay over my skin, his voice low and steady. "Good girl. Keep breathing like that. Let your body react. 

I need the tremble in your thighs, the way your tits move when you breathe hard, the slick shine on your cunt lips. This is what makes the sculpture real."

He continued working, adding more clay to my hip and waist, his hands moving with slow, possessive care.

 I lay there naked and exposed on the chaise, clay drying on parts of my skin, my pussy aching and wet, my nipples throbbing, already losing track of how much I was enjoying his touch even though I kept telling myself it was only for the scholarship.

After a while he stepped back slightly to study me, but his hands stayed close, ready to adjust again. "The clay needs more work on your lower body," he said. "I'm going to smooth it lower now."

I nodded, my breath coming fast, my pussy clenching in anticipation of where his hands would go next.