13 comments/ 16285 views/ 37 favorites Sable Venus By: Soft1017 All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of author. The characters appearing in this work are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Please be advised that this tale includes detailed sexual situations, lack of condom usage, profanity and is not suited for readers under the age of 18. Intended for (18+) mature audiences only. ***** Chapter One Farah sat down in a corner room seat and waited for the lecture to begin. She had enrolled in an Italian Literature course and it was her first day. The size of the class was very small and she surmised that this subject probably wasn't very popular in the university. The course would focus on translating and discussing Dante Alighieri's "The Divine Comedy." Farah had always been a fan of classic literature and she was looking forward to learning more about Dante's trials in the book, as well as what his real life was like. The professor hadn't arrived yet and she spent the next few minutes flipping through the pages of her textbook. The other students were settling down and the room became quiet as the professor walked in. Farah looked up from the textbook and did not expect what she saw. "Hello everyone. My name is Vincent Niccoli. I will be your lecturer for this course." Farah's heart fluttered when she laid eyes on him. He stood tall at 6'4 and was the most handsome lecturer, let alone man she had ever seen. He seemed in his mid-30s and was dressed in a collared shirt and tie with black slacks. His jet black hair was neatly parted to the side and swept gently above his fore head. His most enticing feature was his lips. They were a rosy pink and although thin, they were very attractive. He was beautiful and she couldn't take her eyes off him. While he strode back and forth in front of the class room, explaining the rules and guidelines, she felt herself getting wet at just the sight of him. No doubt he must be married. Her eyes fell upon his left hand and his ring finger was bare. "Well that doesn't mean he's single...and I'm probably not his type anyway." she thought. Farah was the odd one in the class; she was the heaviest female there. She wasn't overly obese but she had more meat on her bones than the average female classmate. She felt a little out of place but her love for literature would not be overshadowed by her insecurities. She wondered if a girl like her would ever have a chance with someone like him. She glanced at her reflection in the nearby window to inspect herself. Farah had always been complemented for her almond shaped eyes. They were tiny and slanted and her most flattering feature next to her pouty pink lips. The lips fell beneath a medium Nubian nose and glimmered from the sheer lip gloss she wore. The temperature was dropping as the days went by, signaling the approaching winter and she was dressed accordingly. She wore a plain black turtle neck sweater with tight black jeans to match. The clothes did enhance her figure, but her pretty face outshone the outfit. She shifted in her seat as Vincent came closer. The scent of his cologne reached her nostrils and aroused her to no end. She began to tap her feet against the floor as the sensation between her legs grew worse. No man had ever had an effect on her like this and she wished that he could take care of her growing need. He explained that today's class would be short and just an introduction to the course. He also took attendance and when he got to her name, she had a tiny accident in her panties. She loved the way her name rolled off his tongue. She imagined him whispering her name over and over again as he made love to her. No. That would never happen. Even though she was having the biggest crush on him, she was still attentive to everything he said. Farah honestly wanted to be rid of her crush. She had a tendency to stutter any time she had to talk to a handsome man. How would that work if she needed help with the class? She forced herself to think that he had a girlfriend or fiancé. A man like that could never be single. It was a heartbreaking, yet necessary thought. "Oh well. Maybe one day some other gorgeous man will walk into my life." she thought. The class only lasted for an hour. By then she was ready to leave her crush behind and began to pack her things into her bag. It took her a while and by the time she was ready, only one other female student was in the room...along with Mr. Handsome of course. She went up to him to ask a question and it seemed that she too might have been secretly enamored with Professor Niccoli. Farah didn't blame her. The man was gorgeous. She got up from her seat and walked past the professor and the girl that she would dub "Blondie". She caught another whiff of his cologne and wished that she had the nerve to walk up to him like Blondie did...but maybe she was more his type. Before Farah walked out the door, she took one last glance and was surprised to see him staring at her. He smiled and ignored Blondie for a few moments and Farah felt a lump in her throat as their eyes met for the first time. She quickly turned and walked out of the class. Why was she so terrified? She didn't know. Just his gaze had a huge effect on her. She had to hightail it out of there before she had another little accident. ** Farah spent the first week in Vincent's class feeling somewhat uneasy. She found the class to be very engaging but she was afraid of her crush on the professor. She thought that she might be able to rid herself of it because Blondie always stole the limelight and seemed to impress him. Blondie was the class know-it-all and her knowledge on all things Italian, seemed to overshadowed Farah's intelligence. Farah didn't care so much in the beginning, since she wanted all attention diverted from her...but she began to feel tiny pangs of jealousy every time Blondie spoke. Only one thing kept her crush afloat. She never forgot that moment when he smiled at her. She tried her hardest to discourage the thought of him but the professor was making things difficult. There were moments when she would catch him staring at her. He was never too obvious about it, and maybe he looked at everyone the same way but she'd caught him twice already. Every time their eyes met, he would quickly look away. Needless to say she kept her face in the textbooks and tried not to admire him. There were times when he would come close to her seat and linger there for a while. Maybe he knew that he had an effect on her because he did this frequently. His scent overpowered her senses and she would constantly shift in her seat, in hopes of calming the fury between her thighs. Their first exam was on 'The First Circle' or Limbo. Dante's vivid poetry told of what would await the unbaptized and virtuous pagans after death. Farah was ready. She knew that Blondie would probably get the highest score, but she had also studied very hard and knew enough to pass with a decent grade. As always, the confident Blondie was the first to finish and smiled coyly as she walked up to Vincent. Since the exam would take up most of class time, everyone would be excused once they finished. Farah took her time and didn't rush. She and a few others were still in their seats finishing up. She was having a hard time with this one question and looked up for a moment to think. As she looked forward, she realized that his eyes were on her again. She quickly looked down and skipped the question, to move onto something easier. A few seconds later she glanced in his direction and he was still staring at her. A cold chill ran down her spine and her mind went totally blank. Not a good thing to happen when you're in the middle of an exam. Farah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She needed to bring herself back to that calm and composed person she'd been just moments ago. Only three multiple choice questions remained now. She dreaded the moment of completion because she would have to walk up to his desk and hand him the test. Suddenly, there was a tiny knock on the door. It was one of the other professors and he called Vincent over without trying to disturb the class. This was perfect. Farah quickly answered the remaining questions and walked quickly to the front of the room. She laid the sheet on his desk and hurried back to her seat. She looked to the doorway and noted that they were still engaged in conversation. She got her things and headed for the door. The plan was to walk straight past without looking his way. Vincent's back was turned to her and when she was about to exit, he suddenly turned around and hit her with his arm. "Oh! I'm sorry." "It's alright." "Are you okay?" and his hand rested upon her shoulder. "I-I'm fine." was all she could say as she fell captive to his hazel eyed stare. The lump in her throat and her quickened heartbeat forced her out of this minute trance and she walked past him, without looking back. She couldn't breathe. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked herself. Farah was so turned on yet she felt the same as when she'd gone on her first rollercoaster. Dry mouth, butterflies in her stomach, lump in her throat and a quickened pulse: all symptoms of terror, minus the wet panties. But was this really terror or something else? She didn't know. She was free for the rest of the day and headed for her dorm room. When she arrived she dropped everything to the floor and sat down. This man was slowly killing her. She grazed the spot where he'd touched her with the tips of her fingers and instantly her nipples grew hard. Farah was safe now and away from his piercing gaze. She took her sweater and jeans off, and lay back on the bed. No one would see what she was about to do and she could pretend, just for a moment that he wouldn't be repulsed by the fat under her clothes. The tight jeans gave an appealing shape to her belly and thighs; however, when they came off, her fat would reshape her body into what she thought was an unattractive blob. She tried her hardest to dismiss these negative ideas and thought of Vincent's warm smile. His touch was firm and strong, yet gentle. Her fingers trailed over her naked belly and she pretended that it was Vincent's fingers. Farah closed her eyes and let the fantasy take its course: Vincent hovered over her naked body. She was pinned down beneath him and was at his mercy. He held her hands to the sides and he asked that she keep them there. There was no kissing or caressing of her body. Instead, his fingers reached for the fuzzy chocolate skin of her pussy. She couldn't imagine a gorgeous man like Vincent kissing or making love to her, but she could envision him in the midst of this carnal act. Like most men, if he was interested, he would have probably only lusted after her instead of wanting something more. Her fantasy went on. His fingers gently brushed against her nether lips and her nipples grew harder from the light touch. Slowly, he spread the plump lips apart and exposed the glistening pink folds. His forefinger searched for that tiny nub hidden by the soft flesh and she shuddered once he discovered it. Vincent's sole finger massaged her clitoris gently until the first wave of wetness flowed out of her center. She bit her lip and purred as he continued to work within her mound. Suddenly he pulled the drenched finger away and licked it. Just that tiny detail made Farah cream all over her sheets. Unfortunately, she had no time to enjoy it because her cell phone began to vibrate. It was her mother. "There's nothing like a call from Mommy to get me out of the mood." she sighed. ...the next day Farah sat down in the cafeteria with her lunch. She was having a plain bagel with cream cheese. College life barely gave her time to cook anymore and she found herself settling for bland meals. She was almost too tired to eat and yawned out loud. "Long day?" a deep masculine voice asked behind her. She looked around and saw none other than Vincent smiling down at her. She didn't know what to do or say and was quiet for a few seconds. "Oh uh...I just had a long night." "May I?" he asked, motioning towards the seat. Farah wanted to say "Sure, you can sit...but I'm leaving!" But she didn't say a word and only nodded. "I hope I'm not intruding." he smiled warmly. "No not at all." and she returned a smile. "How are you getting along in class? Everything okay?" "Yes...I-I love it. I've always loved Dante and his work. It's all really beautiful." "Yes it is. He was one of the reasons I became a professor. I was always intrigued by his poetry as well as his depictions of hell." "Really? That is what drew me to his work actually." "Is that so?" "Yes. I've always had this fascination with heaven and hell in different art forms. I'm a gothic art junkie." she smiled. "Have you ever heard of Gustave Dore?" "Yes. I have actually." she smiled proudly. "Well I'm impressed. Here I was thinking that I could show off a little." he chuckled. Farah laughed at his admission...but why would he want to show off to her?" "Oh I'm sure you know much more than I do. You're the professor after all." "That's just a title but I really am a student, same as you. There is never a shortage of things to learn in the world of fine art and literature. I just teach to pay the bills." he smiled. He was being very charming and made her feel very comfortable in his presence. "Well you're very good at what you do." "Thanks...always nice to hear good feedback from a student. I should congratulate you actually." "Congratulate me?" "Yes. You got the highest grade." "No way...really?" she beamed. "Yes. I admit I expected Stacy to ace it but she was probably too hasty." "Who's Stacy?" "Oh, the blonde girl. I see the looks on your faces every time she speaks." he chuckled. "Ooh Blondie. Yeah...she's a little too much sometimes." "Well Farah, I have a class in a few minutes. I just wanted to congratulate you. I'll see you tomorrow. We're moving on to The Second Circle." "Alright professor. I'll see you then." "Vincent, please. Professor makes me sound uptight." "Oh...alright Vincent." and she flashed him a pretty smile before he turned to walk away. She grew more confident after handling that conversation well. Maybe speaking to him wouldn't be as difficult as she thought. She still had the biggest crush on him, but she knew that's all it would ever be. How many times had she been the assuming fool in the past when it came to men. Farah wouldn't let his tiny gestures trap her into thinking she was special. At least she wasn't having those "terror" symptoms anymore. Now she could actually relax a little. Chapter Two Today's discussion was on The Second Circle, or the circle of lust. Vincent proceeded to explain Dante's depictions of lovers blown back and forth by violent winds, as punishment for their descent into carnal temptation. As Vincent recited the prose, Farah wondered whether she would be punished for having lustful thoughts about him. She did not recognize the distinction between lustful thoughts and simple admiration. She supposed that she was guilty of both. He was intelligent, well-spoken and respectful, yet even now she wanted his gorgeous body. She wanted to touch him, kiss him and do all the things she would fantasize about in bed. Even though Farah couldn't have those things, she still had the pleasure of hearing his voice. His deep baritone was comforting and made her want to close her eyes, just to dream of him. She was a hopeless and naïve romantic, but she couldn't help it. He was bringing all this out of her. Towards the end of the class, Vincent had an announcement. "The university's been granted permission to hold an exhibition of the Gustave Dore's illustrations for one week. I know some of you may be familiar with his work, but for those who aren't, he was a very famous illustrator, sculptor and engraver. He's well known for his series of biblical illustrations, as well as his work on "The Divine Comedy." The gallery will be open tonight and I think you all will appreciate his intricate and most stunning art. It isn't mandatory that you all attend, however it would be a rare chance to see his work on display. All university students are granted free access, whereas the general public will be paying a fee. Considering that some of you may want to bring a friend or two, I have free passes for a limit of two guests. Oh and...this will sort of be a formal event so do dress to impress. We must out-dress the high society snobs." and the class laughed in response. He continued. "If anyone is interested in going tonight, you can pick up your free passes after class. You will also receive a free gift bag at the door, exclusively for students. Not a bad deal I think." Farah was not going to pass this one up. No wonder he mentioned Dore in the cafeteria. She didn't have any impressive clothes but she would make something work. She'd always been a fan of Dore's...in fact it was his illustrations of 'The Divine Comedy' which led her to delve into the works of Dante Alighieri. Of course Stacy was the first to get a ticket and she inquired as to whether Vincent would be there. He said that he would be there every night, since he had a hand in organizing the exhibition. Stacy let him know that she would bring her wealthy father, who was planning to donate some money to the Art department. Farah shook her head and laughed quietly to herself. "Geez Blondie...you're such a suck up!" ** ...later that night Farah walked through the large hall of the university's gallery. The long hallway branched off into different areas; each housing artifacts from various countries. The first display she encountered featured African sculptures and pottery. She took a moment to admire them before she set foot into the crowded "Dore" room. She could hear the spectators laughing and chattering away. The sea of voices gave off an impression of wealth and high position. "I'll bet Blondie's already in there talking someone's ear off." she thought. She wondered if Vincent was inside. Her gift bag hung over her arm and she fished through it for the night's brochure. On the cover was one of Dore's illustration and as she flipped through it, she got a preview of what would be featured this week. As she neared the end of the booklet, something caught her eye. It seemed that Vincent would be displaying some of his artwork tonight. Apparently he was a sculptor. She smiled at this discovery and hurried to the exhibit, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. When Farah entered the room, she felt even more out of place. She didn't recognize a soul in the crowd...well except for Stacy, who wore this stylish white chiffon dress and looked as if she would begin ballroom dancing in the middle of the gallery. She was surrounded by a flock of handsome men, all clad in suits and she was having a great time entertaining them. Farah envied her. Her own dress was pretty but it could never compare to Stacy's. She'd gone shopping because she didn't have anything remotely pretty to wear. In a plus size store, she found a pretty color-block dress in black and violet. The hues were almost identical and matched perfectly. The black bodice and the hem were studded with tiny shimmering violet rhinestones and her body shimmered in the mirror when she tried it on. It hugged her figure perfectly and she thought it would be an elegant choice for tonight's event. Farah came into the building, walking on air and feeling beautiful in the dress, but now Stacy had stolen the limelight and was the star. She quickly brushed a few strands of her raven hair away from her shoulders. She'd gone through the trouble of straightening her hair, hoping to catch a man's eye tonight but even that seemed out of reach. Farah wanted to trail off to a vacant room where some other display stood abandoned; the same as she felt. She was about to head for the door when a familiar voice stopped her. Sable Venus "Hello Farah." She turned to her right and Vincent was standing next to her. He wore a designer black suit and his dark hair was neatly slicked back to finish the debonair look. Farah's knees almost buckled under her weight as he gave her a gorgeous smile. "Hi prof...uh Vincent." "You look really beautiful tonight." "Oh um thank you." she smiled shyly and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Are you enjoying the night so far?" "Oh yes. I actually just got here...and I don't really know anyone so I..." "You know me. Come on I'll show you around." Farah followed him to the center of the room where Dore's Leviathan illustration stood encased in glass. He was about to say something when Stacy came up to him with an older gentleman. She never said "excuse me" or acknowledged Farah. Instead, she proceeded to introduce the man to Vincent. "Daddy, this is the professor I've been telling you all about." she said. "Ah yes. I've heard a lot about you from my little girl. I'm Elliott Starling. It's a pleasure to meet you." Both men shook hands and Farah backed up a little. Once again she seemed to shrink in the crowd of VIPs. "I took a look at the brochure and it seems that you may have some work on display here tonight." Elliott smiled. "Oh yes sir. If you'd follow me I would gladly show you one of my sculptures." "Lead the way." and Elliot took his daughter's hand and followed Vincent to the northern part of the gallery room. Farah felt forgotten but she was curious to see Vincent's talent. She followed, but remained a few feet behind them. The three came to a halt in front of a large polished Obsidian sculpture of an overweight nude woman. It was beautiful and Farah immediately recognized his inspiration. As an overweight woman herself, she was drawn to works of art featuring women whose bodies resembled her own. The shape of the sculpture mimicked that of 'The Venus of Willendorf' and Farah was more than happy to see this beautiful sculpture in the midst of a 'skinny' crowd. "This is beautiful work Mr. Nicolli." Elliot said in awe of the 5 foot statue. "Vincent, please...and thank you very much sir." "Who or what was your muse?" "Well sir, are you familiar with the Venus of Willendorf?" "No...I don't think I've ever heard of it." and Elliot turned to his daughter to confirm that neither one of them was familiar with the statuette. "It is actually a very famous piece. It's one of the earliest images of the body made by mankind. The shape of my sculpture mimics the statuette, in that it celebrates the body of the fertile female. The statuette is 11centimeters in length and was thought to be an Earth Goddess which was worshipped 25,000 years ago." "Curious..." Elliott mumbled. "What is sir?" "Well, in today's society, this figure is rejected. The much...smaller woman is desired. Am I right?" Vincent nodded and looked at Farah, who along with a few other spectators, were listening to his explanation. "Farah...can you come here for a minute please?" Vincent called out. Farah frowned at this request. What did he want with her? Elliott looked her way and Stacy grimaced when she caught sight of her. Farah didn't want all these eyes upon her but Vincent held his palm out and she couldn't deny him. She slowly joined them and ignored Stacy's perplexed look. "Now Stacy, can you join me over here?" and he motioned for Stacy to take his opposite hand. He now had both women standing on opposite sides of the statue and addressed Elliott. "You're quite right sir. Stacy's figure is much more desire today. Her body shape represents wealth and is the ideal of what most men would consider for a mate. Her slender figure is one admired on the runway, in fashion magazines, and in movies and television. If she wanted to, she could be an actress." and Victor's hand swept along the side of Stacy's body as he spoke. She smiled at the compliment and Farah began to feel even worse. No doubt he had them up there to compare their bodies. Stacy's was better than her own. Sure, back then they loved women with weight on their bodies but that was thousands of years ago. The times had changed. She took a deep breath and waited for him to continue. "Now sir, observe Farah. Her body is less than desired...in fact, it is what most would call repulsive." and the tiny audience nodded in agreement, making Farah wish she'd never come to the gallery. "What size are you Farah?" Vincent asked. A cold chill ran down her spine. Why the hell would he want to let everyone know her size? Didn't he know that she would be the laughing stock of the gallery? Still, everyone stared at her as if expecting an immediate answer. "Size 18 or 20." she said quietly, mortified at what she'd just admitted. Vincent continued. "Thank you. Well sir I couldn't disagree with that sentiment more. Back then, and actually even now there are men who are attracted to and covet a woman like her. The Venus was a symbol of beauty and fertility. The rounded breasts, the soft curves, the protruding breasts, belly and vulva: all of it is beautiful and reminiscent of what a loving mother and wife should be." and his hand swept over Farah's body, as well as that of the sculpture, when he spoke. "Now I'm not saying that women who do not fit this standard aren't worthy of either one of those titles. All women are beautiful; however, there has been a sudden shift in what is perceived as beautiful. This figure is shunned in society and I strive to correct...or maybe I should say that I strive to bring some balance to the issue of ideal beauty." The crowd whispered amongst themselves and some even nodded in agreement with Vincent. The audience had grown since he began and now half of the room was admiring the polished statue. "Well...young man. I'd say you've made a great point. It must be quite an ordeal to be a woman in a shallow society." and he looked towards Farah. She was still nervous and wanted to leave Vincent's side. Stacy scowled at her as her father looked on. "My dear, you look lovely tonight and Vincent picked the perfect model to illustrate his point." Elliot said and smiled. Farah returned the smile and thanked him. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest as more people joined the spectators. It didn't help that Vincent moved closer to her and slipped his hand behind her waist. "Well sir, if you'll excuse me I have some business to attend to." and he led Farah away from the crowd and out of the exhibit's entrance. She was in a daze and didn't know what was going on. He was with her, walking into an empty gallery room down the hall but she didn't realize it. Her mind was still trying to wrap around all that had just happened. When they stopped she broke off from her deep reflection and stared at him with a look of curiosity. "Are you okay Farah?" he asked in a concerned tone. "I...yes I'm fine." "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you out there. I was just trying to explain my motivation behind the piece." "It's alright...I just wasn't expecting any of that." "Yeah, I suppose that's my fault. Maybe I should've given it some thought first...but you do look beautiful tonight and I guess I wanted to show you off to the crowd." "I don't know about all that..." she smiled. "Didn't you just hear my little speech out there? If that didn't convince you then I don't know what will." he chuckled. She smiled in response and he suddenly grew serious and came closer. "Maybe this will convince you." he whispered and kissed her neck gently. Farah couldn't breathe. His stubbly chin tickled her neck, while his warm lips traveled over her skin. His hand reached around the opposite side of her face and caressed her jawline. "Vincent..." and before she could continue he backed her into the furthest corner of the dark and empty room. "I know you see the way that I look at you. I thought you were beautiful the first time I laid eyes on you and I'm really glad you came." he whispered. She was quiet and didn't know what to say. "Say something Farah. Am I upsetting you?" "No...no I just thought that...well Stacy was more your type." "Again, you must not have heard my little speech." he smiled. "I wanted to kiss you as soon as I saw you tonight. You're beautiful and Stacy's pretty too... she's just too stuck up for my taste. Plus she doesn't have these soft arms and these gorgeous thighs." And he sniffed her neck as he held on to her body. A tiny gasp escaped from her mouth and his lips met with her skin once more. Farah was getting wet in her panties. She was both afraid and turned on at the same time. This was everything she wanted...but he was still her professor. She didn't know the school's policy on student/teacher relations but it surely wouldn't be a good thing if anyone found out. Victor didn't seem bothered one bit and she pushed him back gently. "What if somebody sees us? Won't you get fired?" "Don't you want me Farah?" "I...I do but..." "No buts. I'm just a man who has a crush on this beautiful woman, who happens to be my student. I know it's unprofessional of me but I can't help myself." and his large hands caressed her thighs and buttocks through the dress as he spoke. She was about to say something more but he stole a kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Farah didn't push him away. His mouth was delicious and tasted of champagne. She leaned in closer, wanting more as his hot tongue glided over her supple lips. She pressed her pelvis to his; not intentionally, but he was turning her on and she needed some kind of relief. His hands slowly hiked up the skirt of her dress and she allowed it. Their mouths were still locked in a deep, slow kiss but his hands traveled along her body as if he was already familiar with it. The tips of his fingers trailed between her thighs and she shuddered as he grew ever closer to her wet center. He was close, but he hesitated before going any further. "Do you want me to stop? I know I'm going too fast but I've wanted to touch you for a long time." "I don't know. I uh..." she gasped as his fingers reached her underwear. She had on a tight girdle which trimmed her belly under the dress and she was embarrassed when he found it. "Damn Farah...this is way too tight on you. How do you breathe?" and he slipped his fingers beneath the tight spandex material. "Take it off." She looked at him as if he was mad. Why would he want to feel her blobs of fat? "Farah take it off...and throw it away." "What? Why?" He sighed and dropped to his knees. Slowly he pulled the tight material away from her belly and down her thighs. He looked around the room for a minute and found what he was looking for. He walked over to the dumpster on the opposite end of the room and dropped the black shape wear into the bin. She was too surprised to speak and waited for him to come back. "There. Don't you feel better? You're gonna have to throw any more like it into the trash. I don't wanna see anything so suffocating on your body ever again." he said seriously. She laughed. "I can't throw them away. That's all I have." "Then I'm gonna have to but you some new underwear." and he quickly invaded her mouth with his tongue. His hand reached for her inner thighs once more but he didn't stop this time. He began to pet the front of her pussy gently, stroking the tiny bit of fuzz on her labia. She shuddered against him and forgot everything else at once. The crowd outside didn't matter; she was with him and that was all that did matter. His fingers slowly glided into her wet pussy and her nipples became hard instantly. "You're so wet Farah. God I can't wait to taste you!" and his finger dug into the pink folds in search of her clitoris. When he found it, he pressed on the tiny nub and her body jerked from the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Do you wanna cum in my hand beautiful? I wanna make you drip baby." he whispered. "Yes. Make me cum." she breathed. "I'm gonna do more than that gorgeous. Just wait." and with that he began to vigorously massage the tiny muscle. Farah's body trembled against his as he worked her clitoris. "Mmm." she moaned and threw her head back against the wall. Her fingers dug into his forearms as she convulsed against him. Suddenly his mouth was against her breast and he bit her nipple through the dress. The material was thin and he got a good grip on the hard bud. She arched her back as if urging him to continue and he did just that. He pulled at it, again and again with his teeth till he could see the outline of the raised bud against the fabric. Farah's juices were flowing like a tiny river into his cupped hand and he would have continued if he hadn't heard someone calling out for him. He kissed her lips to quiet her and waited for the person to walk by. "I almost had it." he grinned and withdrew his finger from her mound. "How about I give you my card and you call me tonight?" "Okay." she whispered. "We should go now... but Farah, I wanna see you again...and I don't mean in class. So please call me." and he gave her one last kiss before he led her out the door, in his arms. Chapter Three Farah and Vincent followed the waiter as they were led to their table. It had been almost a week since that fateful night in the gallery and they hadn't seen each other outside of class since then. Vincent had been very busy with the gallery and with grading papers. He barely had time to talk to her, even on the phone. During the last lecture, he slipped her a note, offering to take her to dinner. It was the weekend and he had gotten everything out of the way to be with her. He claimed that he had some very important news and he wanted to share it with her. Being the pessimist that she was, Farah expected him to tell her that he'd made a mistake in the gallery and that he had no intention of taking their relationship further. She became nervous as soon as they were seated and she waited for him to speak. "You look really gorgeous tonight sweetheart. I know I told you once already but I feel the need to repeat myself." he smiled. She appreciated the compliment but her nerves were on end and caused her to be impatient. "Thank you...but what is it that you wanted to tell me?" "Aren't we in a rush?" he teased. "Sorry...I just wanna hear the bad news and get it over with." "Bad news? Who said I had bad news." he frowned slightly. "Oh didn't you bring me here to tell me that we can't see each other anymore?" "What?" he chuckled. "What gave you that idea?" "I don't know...I just thought since you're busy all the time and you're my professor..." "Farah relax." he interrupted. "I'm not going to stop seeing you. What I have is good news...sort of. Well it depends on you." "What do you mean?" "Remember Elliott Starling?" "Yeah." "Well he actually commissioned me to do a piece. He's offering to pay top dollar." "Oh that's great Vince! I'm happy for you." she said and relaxed the tension in her body. "Thanks. He and I had a meeting and I told him that I also dabbled in photography. This is what I wanted to talk to you about. The thing is he kind of took a liking to you and he wanted me to photograph you in various poses, for a charity event." "Me?" "Yes. He said that I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted. He would have commissioned a sculpture in your likeness but that takes some time to do and he wanted it in time for his charity ball." "What kind of photographs?" "Nude." "Vince...I don't know. I don't feel comfortable showing my body." "I told him that you might not and he asked me for your full name." and Vincent pulled out his wallet and handed her a rectangular sheet of paper. "He wrote out a check for $25,000 and asked me to convince you. He wanted the photographs in the nude style of the Goddess sculpture." "Oh my gosh. Vince that's a lot of money. Is he serious?" "Yeah...he wrote me one too...but it will only be valid if you accept the offer." Farah thought for a moment. She could definitely use the money. Tuition costs were high, she barely ate good food and she needed a new wardrobe. "Is it gonna be...pornographic?" "No, no...I only take tasteful photos. Plus I plan to paint your body. You probably wouldn't be recognized immediately." "Who'll be there? Does he have to watch me...or something?" "It's just gonna be you and me. My studio is already set up with a digital camera. I do my own lighting and sets, so I don't need any assistants. It's all up to you." "Are you sure that he won't come in to the studio to watch me?" she asked uneasily. "I promise. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I just thought that it would be cool...because well, he's paying us to spend time together. He promises that there will be more money and commissions if we get it done." "Well...I guess that's not a bad deal." she smiled. "I did want to spend some time with you." "I did too...I've just been swamped with work and the gallery. So is that a yes then?" "Sure...why not?" "Great! We can get started tonight." "Tonight? Why so soon?" "Well I'm not gonna ruin our weekend with work. I owe you some quality time." She laughed. "Alright then Mr. Professor. You're the boss!" ** Farah followed Vincent into the spacious studio. He was indeed a photographer because the center of the grand room was set up with a camera, a white back drop, a projector and a series of stage lights. Farah was impressed and she looked around as he got his supplies ready. "This is amazing! Do you sculpt in here too?" "No. I have two studios actually. One where I sculpt and keep all my tools and the other is this one." "Impressive!" she smiled. "Not as impressive as you." he smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Are you ready or do you wanna wait till later?" "No...I guess I better get it over with." she shrugged. "Don't be nervous Farah. It'll be great." "I hope so. What do you want me to do?" "Well you can get undressed over there. You can sit down on top of the marble desk. That's where I'll paint you." and he gestured towards a large black marble slab covered with a white sheet. Farah took a deep breath and moved towards it. She turned around and began to undress while Vincent shuffled in the back. She folded her clothes into a neat pile and waited for Vincent to approach. He came to her with a large container of sky blue paint. She hid her sagging breasts from him as he came closer. "Farah. You're beautiful. You don't need to hide from me sweetheart. You're a Venus." All she could do was smile in response but she didn't uncover herself. "Are you gonna hide like that for the whole shoot?" "I don't know...I just feel awkward." "It's okay baby. You'll be great. I think this color would look nice on you." "That color is pretty." she smiled. "Only beautiful things for my Venus." and he pressed his lips to hers. It was the first time in four days that he'd touched her and his kiss lingered for a while before he pulled away. "Here. While I paint your legs you can use this cosmetic set to paint your face. We can finish quicker if we work together." he whispered handing her a matching blue palette. "Then we can get back to us." "Alright." she smiled. "Okay just open your legs for me and we'll get started." Vincent's words caused a tiny trickle between her legs and she took a deep breath before she complied. His first stroke was on her right thigh. The fine hairs of the brush tickled her skin, yet each sway of the brush made her skin tingle. Vincent gave the brush a life of its own and it seemed like an extension of him, as he lovingly caressed her bronze skin. The swatches of indigo did match her skin well and she proceeded to paint her face while he worked on her limbs. Sable Venus By the time he was satisfied with the amount of makeup on her face, he'd already painted her thighs, her legs and her feet. He asked her to stand and began to paint the nape of her neck as well as her back and buttocks. She didn't know if he was aware of this but she was wet for him. When his eyes traveled over her body, he really didn't seem repulsed by it...in fact, he almost seemed entranced. She wanted him to take her but she would have to wait. It didn't take long for Vincent to finish her rear. He was almost done and she noticed that he left her most sensitive areas for last. From her collar bone, to her heavy breasts and finally her crotch; all of it was untouched. Vincent came around to face her. "Let me see you Venus. Uncover yourself." Slowly, Farah dropped her arms to her side and let her breasts fall against her ribcage. She was crouched over but he asked her to straighten her posture. "There...you are a goddess Farah." and he drew closer to her body. He cupped her right breast and lifted it to his mouth. Farah didn't expect any of this and her center grew even wetter as he gently nibbled on the tiny bud. She purred for him and the sound was music to his ears. "Mmm your skin is so sweet." he mumbled as he flicked the nipple with his raspy tongue. He cupped the other and began to tease her with his bites, his kiss and his breath. He gently pulled at the tiny nipples till both buds were erect. "Sorry for the little tease but I want your nipples to be hard when I photograph you." Farah was still riding the waves of pleasure and didn't say a word. He proceeded to paint her chest and each breast, one by one. The sweep of the brush against her nipples brought even more pleasure and caused her to shudder. Vincent dropped to his knees and continued. "Let's not forget these pretty lips." he whispered and raised her blue thigh to give him access. He kissed the soft mound, slowly, gently, lapping at the damp skin. His tongue dug into the plump slit and Farah leaned against the marble structure for support. Vincent was making her weak. Suddenly, in large mouthfuls, he gripped and sucked hard on the luscious dark flesh. Over and over again he slurped and clamped his mouth over her pussy as if trying to suck her into himself. Farah could barely keep quiet and her hands balled into tight fists as his tongue ravaged her pussy. Vincent's tiny assault seemed to cause her labia to engorge and protrude and was probably the effect he was going for. He was turning her into his Venus. He opened Farah's legs wider and suckled her clitoris and the juicy pick flesh in-between. "Vincent... I'm gonna cum." she whimpered. He looked up at her with a smile on his face and slowly withdrew from her crotch. "I can't have that happen. I want you to be totally aroused when I photograph you." "But you can't leave me like this." she pleaded. He didn't say a word and began to paint her belly and crotch. Her nether lips had engorged to twice their normal size and as if to tease her some more he spread her legs even wider. The cold brush swept across her labia and more of her wetness trickled out, making it difficult for the paint to set. "Come on baby...you can't keep getting wet like this. I'll never be able to paint that pretty pussy." he whispered with a sly smile. "I can't control myself." He wiped her crotch clean and tried painting the lips once more. He worked quickly and within a few seconds she was complete. Farah pinned her hair up and he led her to the stage. Vincent then got behind the camera and directed her in various poses. As the minutes went by she seemed to become more comfortable with her body and gave him a beautiful performance. Nearing the end of the shoot, he asked her to come closer to the camera. She did as he requested and waited for his direction. "I want the biggest smile you can give Farah." "The biggest smile?" she said, all the while giving him a tiny smile. "Yea...I need a photo of you like that." "For Mr. Starling?" "No, for myself." She smiled bashfully at the camera but he shook his head. "No bigger than that. Come on babe. Imagine when Stacy sees your images all over her father's gallery...she'll shit her pants!" Farah couldn't help but laugh at his joke and he finally got the shot he desired. "Alright. We're done!" he smiled with satisfaction. "Come on...I'll take you to the shower." ** The hot water slowly washed away the Goddess' pigment away from Farah's skin. She couldn't believe that she'd actually posed nude. This was all new to her, yet still an exhilarating experience. She watched as the indigo paint dissolved from her arms and legs, revealing her creamy mocha skin. She began to caress her skin with the tips of her fingers...as if acknowledging her own beauty for the first time. She was falling in love with herself and she owed it all to Vincent. As if conjured by her thoughts, he shifted the shower curtain and joined her. "Hey gorgeous." "Hey...sneaking up on me huh?" she giggled. "Nope just wanted to finish what I started." She never got the time to admire his nude body because he pinned her against the tiled walls and devoured her lips. Farah leaned into the voracious kiss and lapped at his mouth as he sucked the air out of her. His hands slowly traveled along her soft belly and he caressed the soft flesh. She'd never imagined that she could receive any kind of pleasure from her belly, but Vincent was proving her wrong. He could have focused on some other part of her, but he gave love to the singular part of her that she abhorred. He separated from her mouth and dropped to his knees. He began to kiss and worship her belly as if it was some sacred object. His tongue snaked across her navel and traveled lower, lower until he arrived at her already moist center. He began to mimic the same movement from earlier, of sucking and gripping her labia. "Oh God...Vince you driving me crazy." she moaned as she flinched against his mouth. " Mmm don't you want me to eat that pretty pussy. I want you to cum in my mouth." He used his thumbs to spread her pussy open and began to slurp the moisture from the ripe pink flesh. Farah shivered as his tongue plunged inside her. He cupped her heaving breasts and began to pluck the tiny flattened nipples, turning them into stiffened buds. Vincent's mouth and tongue moved in all directions, exploring the depths of her pussy. His finger suddenly went for her tight core and he eased into her body. "Damn baby...you're so tight." he whispered. Slowly, he inserted one finger, then another as she began to open up for him. "Oooh yes...don't stop baby." she cooed, with her head back against the wall. Vincent's mouth clamped over her folds once more and he began to move his fingers faster. Farah's hand combed through his wet hair as his fingers curled and penetrated her core. "Ohhh my God...I'm gonna..." and hearing those words Vincent thrust his fingers deep inside her, making her come all over his fingers. Farah was hyperventilating now and trying to catch her breath but he quickly took her by the hand and stepped out of the tub. "Come on Venus. We need to finish this in my bed." he grinned. Farah followed him to the room and for the first time she laid eyes on his huge erection. His cock sprang up from a nest of fine dark hairs and it glistened in the dim lamplight. Just looking at his thick member was turning her on. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her body to his. "I want my Venus to ride me." he whispered. She giggled and broke away from his embrace. "Where are you going babe?" "Down here." and she dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her fingers around his thick organ. "You got to tease me and have your little fun. Now it's my turn." And she began to kiss the salty sweet skin of his shaft. Tiny clear droplets fell from the large tip and she lapped at the sticky sweet moisture with her pink tongue. Her mouth enclosed over the thick mushroom-like tip and she began to suck the fluids out of the tiny hole. His hands reached for her breasts and he pinched the tips, as her head cocked back and forth over him. Her juicy lips and the silky underside of her tongue caressed every bulging vein across the length of his shaft as she took more and more into her mouth. Farah's pussy was aching for attention. She loved the taste of his cock in her mouth and was entranced by the hardness of it. She had sucked so hard on the tip that it turned into a dark purplish-pink and seemed to expand as more blood pumped into it. Farah began to jerk the hard organ with her hand. Slowly at first, but then her grip tightened and she began to pump him harder. Her saliva had lubricated him well and she watched as a steady stream of his hot white fluids dripped from the tip of his cock. Vincent groaned out loud and was panting as if he'd just been through a strenuous workout. Still, he remained erect and pulled Farah up. "I changed my mind. I'm gonna punish you for making me cum so fast." he smirked, as he stroked his cock. "Punish me how?" she asked, most amused. "Bend over for me and I'll show you." She giggled and bent over next to him. "You won't be laughing in a minute!" and he got behind her and aimed his cock at her slit. Without warning he thrust into her. She flinched hard and moved forward. "Come back here. I'm not done punishing you." He spread her pussy open from the back and wet the thick bulbous tip with her fluids. The large tip was feverish and burned the tiny opening to her center. Vincent slipped his finger into her again; he was having trouble entering her. One, two, three fingers went in and stretched out her soft and pulsing walls. Farah began to cream all over is fingers once more as he fucked her. Vincent pulled them out and lubricated his cock with the juices on his fingers. He was ready to try again. He spread her pussy further apart and pressed into her forcefully. "Aaah!" Farah shrieked, but he held her waist tightly and didn't let her escape. Finally the tip slid inside and she cried out again. "What's the matter babe? You don't want me?" he whispered, all the while still sliding into her body. He was filling her pussy to its brim and Farah shuddered as he thrust hard into her tender insides. Her center was overflowing and her wetness made it easier for him to move. He picked up the speed and began to jab into her. Deeper, deeper, harder he pumped and stabbed her tender insides with his massive cock. Her legs were shaking and close to buckling as he slammed into her. He flesh jiggled every time his pelvis came in contact with her behind. He was hurting her a bit but she found immense pleasure from the rough and raw penetration. "You like the way I do that baby?" he panted. "Yes baby fill me up. Beat my pussy up and make me cum." she whimpered. He obeyed and went harder still...at this point she had no voice to scream. She was hoarse and she began to drool in the corners of her mouth as he pounded her. Each time he filled her, the nerves in her abdomen, her feet and her nipples sparked off, causing her toes and fingers to curl into the bed sheets. "Oh fuck...your pussy's so good baby." he groaned. "Yes baby...it belongs to you. Take it!" "Aaah...aaah shit!" he moaned as he sucked the air through his clenched teeth. "I'm gonna cum baby!" "Yes Vince, cum all over me." and he quickly pulled out of her ravaged pussy and spilled his hot seed all over her back and buttocks. She turned and gripped his cock again only to take it into her mouth. His hot semen was still spilling out and emptying into her mouth. Farah took every drop and licked his semi-hard organ clean. Vincent was feverish and dropped down on the edge of the bed as Farah still held him in her mouth. He couldn't speak and his body was drenched in sweat. He did manage to stroke her pretty face as she continued to suck him off. "That was amazing Farah...but I don't think I have anything left." he chuckled. "I guess my godly powers wiped you out huh?" "Definitely." "I'll be expecting more of your servitude?" she winked at him. "I live only to serve my Venus." .End.