Hello all, I’m Vik. I’m back with another story. Do read and share your feedback at [email protected].
This is the story of Richa and Professor Vik, two creative minds connected by art. Richa had volunteered for his projects many times before. This time, Vik asked her to help with a special surprise project. After class, Richa eagerly agreed and arrived, curious about what he had in store.
In the quiet art museum, the smell of old paintings was mixed with the soft sound of footsteps on shiny floors. Richa walked through the halls, looking at one artwork after another. Her heart raced as she entered the room with Professor Vik’s new exhibition. It was filled with Greek mythology paintings.
Hercules, Achilles, Artemis – Richa recognized a few names. Vik smiled as he greeted her. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she returned his smile. “Good evening, Professor,” she said softly. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” He raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t told you yet what I signed you up for.”
“It’s always amazing when you book me, Professor,” she said. “And you wouldn’t book me if it weren’t something I’d enjoy.” Vik laughed softly. “True, your trust in me is impressive. But tonight’s exhibit might push your limits.”
“I see. And what’s that?” Richa asked, her heart racing with curiosity. “I’ve prepared something special, Richa,” he said, guiding her to an empty stand in the middle of the room. Vik motioned toward the stand. “For this piece, I’d like you to become my inspiration, turning into a sculpture yourself.”
“I see. You mean body painting?” Richa asked, a mix of surprise and excitement colouring her voice. “Yes, exactly,” Vik confirmed. “But not just any ordinary painting.”
“Let me explain my plan first,” Vik said. “I’ll paint you to look exactly like a marble statue. Naked with only a red apple in your hand. You’ll stand here for one hour during the exhibition. There won’t be any ‘Do Not Touch’ signs, so people can see if you’re real. Maybe there will be a little surprise. How does that sound?” he asked.
“Sounds intriguing, Professor. What kind of surprise?” Richa inquired. Her cheeks blushed slightly at the thought of standing naked before an audience for such a long duration.
“You’ll have to wait and see, Richa,” Vik said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m ready when you are, Professor,” she replied excitedly. Vik nodded, pleased with Richa’s eager response. “Excellent,” he said, his voice full of satisfaction. He gestured towards a private exhibit hall area set aside for preparations.
They entered a well-lit small room with an open shower attached to it. “Please take a shower and remove all hair from your body except your head. Then, use that lotion on your body before we apply the coating. I’ll prepare the paint in the meantime,” Vik said.
Richa took off her clothes without hesitation. There was no shame in front of Vik. She trusted him. Naked, she looked at herself in the big, human-sized, vintage mirror in the centre of the room.
After admiring her body in the mirror, Richa turned on the shower. She stepped under the stream of hot water, closing her eyes as it cascaded down her curves. Vik looked at her with a satisfied smile. ‘This will be a masterpiece,’ he thought.
Richa washed and shaved thoroughly, ensuring no hair remained on her skin. The cool air kissed her freshly rinsed form as she stepped out of the shower, reaching for the lotion left on a nearby table.
While putting lotion on herself, she watched Vik prepare colours, spray cans and brushes. “Would you be so kind and help me with my back, Professor?” Richa asked.
Vik put down the paintbrush in his hands and walked over to Richa. “Of course, I’d be delighted to assist you, my dear.” He spread the lotion onto her soft skin, his fingers lingering briefly on the curve of her spine. His touch was firm yet gentle, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Are you ready to start, Richa?” Vik asked her in a soft tone.
“Yes, Professor,” Richa responded, turning around to face him. “Where shall we begin?” As she spoke, she could feel her heart pounding gently against her chest, nerves playing with the edges of her excitement.
Vik guided her to the middle of the room. “Lift your hands to the side and spread your legs a bit. I apply the first layer with an airbrush gun, so please close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you.” Vik said.
Richa closed her eyes, feeling a delicate cloud of cool mist settle onto her breasts. It tickled slightly, and she felt the sensation spreading across her body, covering every inch of her skin.
The cool mist settled on her belly, then moved downward, making its way between her thighs and settling on her skin. Despite the chill, she felt a warmth spread through her as the anticipation built inside her.
Once the first layer was applied, Vik waited a minute before repeating the process twice. “You can open your eyes now, Richa.” Vik moved the mirror in front of her so she could look at herself. She saw her naked body in perfect white. Not one part of the skin was to be seen.
Blinking slowly, Richa gazed at her reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. “Wow … That’s … Incredible, Professor,” she murmured, a mixture of awe and trepidation evident in her voice. “That’s just the beginning, now we start with the painting.”, he answered.
Vik took up his paintbrush, adding colour to Richa’s ‘statue’. With gentle strokes, he highlighted the outlines of her body, creating depth and dimension. With each brushstroke, Richa felt a growing heat between her legs, her breath hitching ever so slightly as she fought the urge to moan aloud.
For about two hours, he worked on painting her. For Richa, it was like meditation. Just admiring his work, enjoying the feeling of the soft brushes on her skin. She followed his commands to the letter if he wanted her to switch to a different position.
“Almost done.” Vik’s voice woke her up from her trance. “There is one part I need to finish to make it perfect. It’s the spot between your legs. Is that okay for you? It probably won’t be seen anyways, so if you don’t feel comfortable, it’s perfectly fine if you refuse.”
“It’s okay, Professor,” Richa replied softly. “You did such a wonderful job so far. I want you to finish your masterpiece.” He put a blanket on the floor. “Please lay there on your back. Then spread your legs and pull your knees up to your chest as much as possible.”
Richa complied, laying flat on the blanket-covered floor, drawing her knees upwards and tilting her hips upward, giving Vik unfettered access to her most intimate area. Vik knelt between Richa’s splayed legs, the scent of fresh paint and arousal filling his nostrils.
Vik leaned in, his gaze focused entirely on Richa’s glistening pussy. He brought his brush closer to her opening, meticulously capturing every detail with small, precise strokes.
She felt her climax approach when he was painting around her clit, but he moved lower before she could reach it. She felt him painting around her entrance. She knew he saw her wetness spilling. She was happy he couldn’t see her flushed cheeks underneath the paint.
The anticipation was almost unbearable for Richa as Vik continued his work, every stroke of the brush sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He then moved to the soft skin between her pussy and butthole. She held her breath in anticipation, his brush touching her asshole.
As the tip of the brush brushed against her tight ring, Richa let out a soft gasp, her hips bucking slightly. Vik looked up, meeting Richa’s gaze as he felt her muscles contract beneath his touch. He stopped his movement. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yes …. it … feels …, ” she didn’t finish her sentence.
But he understood and continued to paint the last part of her body.
When he finished painting, Vik helped Richa get off the floor. “You can look in the mirror.” He said as they approached it again. Richa almost didn’t recognize herself, if she didn’t move, she looked like a real marble statue.
Standing before the mirror, Richa gazed in awe at her transformation. Every curve and detail of her body was gently highlighted by a layer of smooth, white paint, carefully shaded to look like polished marble. “We have ten more minutes. Are you ready to get in position?” Vik asked her.
Richa took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Professor.” She made her way to the pedestal in the centre of the exhibition room. It was only a small step, but she felt even more exposed, a bit taller.
The Professor moved her into position. She was standing upright. Her hip slightly shifted to the side, and her butt stuck out for a bit of a feminine curve. Her hands were folded above her head in a sensual pose. Her eyes will be closed later so people can’t see them not being out of stone.
As a last step, Vik carefully placed an unblemished, crimson-red apple between Richa’s manicured fingernails. It served as the finishing touch to the sculpture and a small nod to temptation. “If you need help or want to stop everything, just drop the apple. It’s my sign for you to help you.”
“Thank you,” was all Richa could say. There was nothing else. With her bare feet pressed against the cold stone stand, Richa soaked in the strange sensations of her pose – arms raised, body tilted, chin lifted.
She closed her eyes, and in less than two minutes, the gallery began to fill with people. The sound of coats rustling and quiet conversations broke the silence of Richa’s solitude. Standing still in her pose, she felt the weight of many eyes scanning her statue-like form.
The gallery crowd buzzed with excitement, some raising smartphones to capture Richa’s nudity in her ‘plastic’ glory. “Can we touch her, Vik?” a bold brunette demanded, stepping forward eagerly. “Yes, but be careful. It is painted, not stone.” Vik answered.
With a daring grin, the lady reached out tentatively, tracing a path along Richa’s torso, starting from her collarbones, following the line of her breasts downwards. The student’s fingertips lingered at Richa’s rib cage before dipping lower, grazing the swell of her hip bone.
They drifted dangerously close to Richa’s pelvic region, never quite brushing against her core. The room buzzed with the same energy as other guests started to do the same, curious to test if the statue was truly made of marble.
Fingertips traced paths along Richa’s outlines, each causing a shiver to race down her spine. As the tip of another admirer’s finger lightly skimmed the swollen bud of Richa’s left nipple, she inhaled sharply. She almost faltered as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body, but she didn’t move.
Beneath the cool, white facade, Richa’s nipples tightened, aching for further contact. Her heart raced as a strange tension grew within her, threatening to consume her whole. When she thought she couldn’t stay still any longer, she heard the sound of metal on a glass.
Vik stepped in front of her and raised his voice.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!” Vik announced, quickly silencing the curious whispers of the crowd. “Today, I present to you a piece called ‘Freya.'”
He continued, “But … there’s more to it than meets the eye.” The room fell silent as everyone awaited his next words. “This isn’t a typical sculpture. Many of you have already recognized that there is more than stone underneath that artwork. Tonight, you will witness Freya come alive.”
He whispered into Richa’s ear. “Open your eyes now, but don’t move anything else.”
Vik stepped away from Richa, revealing her to the attentive audience again. “Now,” he said, his voice resonating through the room, “let us welcome Freya.”
The audience gasped collectively as Richa blinked, opening her beautiful green eyes. In front of her, there was this antique mirror again. Around it, there were about fifty people in beautiful suits and dresses. She looked herself in the eyes through the mirror, still not moving an inch.
Without saying anything, Vik stepped in front of her. There was a bowl of water to her right. He first dipped his hand into the bowl and then softly stroked over her right chest. Warm water trickled down Richa’s body, washing away specks of dried paint and revealing a shiny golden coat underneath.
Richa’s breath hitched as Vik’s wet palm smoothed over her breast, teasing the stiff peak of her nipple. Unable to control her reaction, she arched into his touch but still tried to hold her position as best as possible.
Vik took a step back, and now Richa could see herself in the mirror again. Her right chest was now golden as if Vik’s hand had turned it into gold. “Now it’s your turn to wake Freya,” Vik exclaimed to the audience.
The room erupted in gasps of surprise, and murmurs of awe spread through the crowd. A few brave individuals stepped forward, eager to test their curiosity by touching Richa’s statue-like form. Intrigued, the first volunteer moved behind Richa and mimicked Vik’s actions, trailing his dripping fingers down the length of her back, leaving a gleaming trail in their wake.
Another guest approached this one, a woman dressed in an elegant evening gown. She was middle-aged with striking blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with curiosity. As she neared, Richa felt a flush of excitement and nervousness rising within her.
The woman’s sapphire gaze locked onto hers, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “May I?” Without moving her mouth, Richa muttered, “Please,” almost begging.
The woman began by delicately placing her warm, wet hands on Richa’s shoulders, rubbing them gently. Her fingers traced paths along the ridges of Richa’s collarbone, the small hollows at the base of her throat.
Her fingers trailed lower to the swells of Richa’s breasts. The woman cupped them softly, massaging the flesh with increasing pressure. The woman tweaked Richa’s sensitive peaks with skilful flicks of her fingertips. She leaned in, lips brushing against Richa’s earlobe.
“Tell me, lovely statue, does marble truly tremble?”
Richa stifled a moan as the woman’s talented fingers teased her breasts. “Yes,” she whispered without moving her lips, “Marble does indeed tremble.”
She felt more hands now touching her body. Big male hands cupping her breasts. A small female hand on her butt. The woman’s sapphire gaze locked onto Richa’s, her fingers trailing lower to the edge of her abdomen. “And does marble grow wet?” she murmured seductively.
“Yes,” Richa breathed, the word escaping her lips before she could reign in her desire. The woman’s fingers ventured lower still, skimming Richa’s thigh and finally coming to rest between them.
The woman’s fingers slipped between Richa’s legs. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as they made contact with her throbbing clit. The woman’s fingers delved deeper, parting Richa’s folds and circling her slick entrance. The audience began to notice the changes in Richa’s ‘statue.’
Murmurs of shock and delight flooded the room as the statue visibly moved for the first time in the evening. Freya opened her legs just a little bit. The room brimmed with expectation, dozens of eyes watching the spectacle unfold before them. The woman’s touch became bolder.
She inserted a finger into Richa’s welcoming opening. The woman pumped her finger in and out of Richa’s quivering depths. Two large masculine hands took firm hold of Richa’s ample breasts, squeezing them firmly. Gasps echoed through the room as Richa’s entire body came alive.
A cascade of gold spread across her form wherever her hands touched her. Moans escaped Richa’s lips as she teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. Two strangers touched her most intimate areas while dozens watched, drinking in the golden transformation.
Vik glanced sideways, taking in Richa’s obvious enjoyment of the impromptu session. A wicked grin formed on his lips, an idea springing to mind.
“Do you mind me participating at your most vulnerable place?” he whispered in Richa’s ear.
Without breaking rhythm, Richa responded with a breathy “Please … ” Vik’s eyes flashed before he took his position behind her, lowering his hand on her back and between her cheeks.
His fingers slipped between her buttocks, applying the warm water to Richa’s asshole. Her moans filled the room, encouragement enough for the others. His fingertip pressed against her puckered hole, encircling the rim with light pressure.
Richa’s body tensed briefly before relaxing, inviting his touch to probe deeper. Vik penetrated her asshole with his finger, eliciting a loud gasp from Richa. Her hips bucked involuntarily, the sudden sensation pushing her closer to orgasm.
The women in front of her saw that and increased the speed of the finger in her pussy. “And does marble cum?” she murmured seductively.
Her soaking entrance pulsed, desperate for relief. “Yes!” she cried, grinding her hips shamelessly onto the woman’s fingers as Vik pushed deeper into her tight hole. As Richa surrendered to her desires, so did the statue, morphing into a living, breathing beauty.
Richa’s cry of release sent waves of shock and awe throughout the room. Everyone realized they were witnessing a most extraordinary event. With a shuddering gasp, Richa climaxed. Her internal muscles gripped and released the woman’s fingers lodged within her dripping sheath.
One hand dropped on the shoulder of the woman to not lose balance. She held the apple above her head as if her life depended on it. She leaned into the woman for a kiss, who answered it with passion.
Vik noted how Richa’s muscles relaxed post orgasm. He removed his finger from her ass slowly. “Thank you for coming. The exhibition ends now.” The woman kissed Richa briefly before retrieving her fingers and moving away.
Richa sunk to her knees with the echoes of her orgasm humming through her body. Vik closed the door behind the last guests, and silence filled the room. Vik stood still for a moment and enjoyed his masterpiece. There she was. Freya in a golden shimmer.
On her knees, shaking from lust with one hand still above her head holding the red apple. Richa struggled to catch her breath as her body continued to pulse from the intense orgasms. She regained composure and sat down on the pedestal, slowly lowering her arm with the apple.
The red apple rested heavily in Richa’s lap, starkly contrasting against the golden radiance enveloping her body. She looked up at Vik, her emerald eyes shining with gratitude and satisfaction. Vik reached out a hand to Richa, helping her rise.
“Well done, my dear. You truly brought Freya to life.” He praised her as she stood facing him.
“Thank you, Professor.” She said with a smile. “This was your best artwork yet.”
Vik’s gaze wandered over Richa’s nude form appreciatively, admiration glinting in his eyes. “For tonight, shall we clean you up and get you changed?” he suggested, taking her hand. Then he added, “A true artist never stops exploring his medium.”
Vik’s words sent a surge of excitement through Richa. “Then I hope you stay a true artist for a long time,” she purred at him, anticipating many nights like today in front of her.