Daddy’s Dirty Secret

PROFESSOR, TOUCH ME MORE! 2

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 p***y lips molded in bronze, t**s pushed out like she was mid-orgasm. My own p***y 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 t**s bounced free, the n*****s 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 p***y 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 t**s 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 n*****s 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 p***y 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 t**s rose and fell with every quick breath, n*****s stiff and pointing straight out.

My shaved p***y lips felt swollen and slick, the cool air hitting my wet folds and making my c**t throb.

I could feel Julian’s stare like a physical touch, moving from my hard n*****s 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 t**s sit when you’re standing natural, how your p***y lips look when they’re exposed like this.”

I stood there trying to stay still but my body kept reacting. My n*****s 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 n*****s are hard. Your p***y 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 p***y lips a little and I felt another rush of slickness coat my folds.

My c**t 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 p***y 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 p***y 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 p***y clenching at his words, already wondering what those strong hands were going to do to me next