My Coworkers Steal My Clothes Ch. 03 by Officelady1..,

“See you at 7:30p tonight for the photography class. Come a little early.”

This was the text I received from my coworker Brad. I was being blackmailed into helping his Boozy Photos class that he taught after work. It was a class where people drank and learned photography skills, shooting models in a slightly more explicit setting. And I was the model tonight.

I had been caught streaking around my work building and Brad, with the help of a jealous coworker, found my literotica page. So I was his fun toy in the immediate future.

I had a knot in my stomach at work all day. Brad passed by my desk a few times, a smile on his face. I knew deep down I could probably get out of this…but I weirdly found myself not wanting too. Waves of guilt would come and go.

I texted my husband I would be working late on a project tonight and at 7p I went to the bathroom to clean up. I had shaved my pussy finally, much to my husband’s excitement, but we hadn’t been intimate since he got back from the trip. I can admit I had been distracted…

I pulled up to the photography studio ten minutes early. A lot of cars already filled the lot. I headed inside and Brad was standing there with a huge smile on his face.

“This is going to be such a great class” he said loudly. He escorted me into the small changing room. There were racks of lingerie on the wall. “So this is an intimate session, you’ll be posing without clothing so you can skip all of that, but…”

He rummaged through a box and pulled out a Mardi Gras mask that covered my nose to my forehead. It had large feathers sticking out from the top.

“You can wear this if you want…I would recommend it.”

I gingerly took the mask.

“So how does this work?” I asked.

“You take everything off, there’s a robe on the rack. I’ll come grab you when we’re ready, which will be in five minutes, and you’ll come out and drop your robe. You and the other model will do various poses that I’ll walk you through, while I take photos and then my students will try some photos. Should take about an hour. Three poses total.” He said, walking to the door.

“Wait, other model?” I asked.

“Yes, you’ll be posing with a male model. Don’t worry, it’s someone you’re familiar with. The series is called power dynamic…it’ll make sense when you’re out there. You’re in good hands, don’t worry. Come out in two minutes.” With that he opened the door and stepped out.

My brain did not fully processed everything he just said, but my shaking hands quickly undid my top. I folded it and set it on the chair. Bra unclipped next. I dropped my skirt and quickly stepped out of my thong. I turned and looked at myself in the floor length mirror.

This was happening. My heart was racing. From the other room I could hear Brad gathering everyone.

I slipped the cotton robe on and put the mask over my head. All that was visible was my mouth under the loud plumage of the mask. It was pretty discrete. I took a deep breath.

I stepped out into the main room.

The room was pitch black other then the lights pointing at a small circular stage in the center of the room. The place was packed, a sea of dark faces and people.

The other model was already standing on the stage. Even with the mask on I knew who it was. Joe. Joe worked in accounting at my office. We didn’t know each other that well.

Joe is about 6’0 tall and weighs somewhere around 300 pounds. He’s a massive man who gets out of breath walking down to our office to complain about how our reports are turned in. And I was about to pose with him naked.

“Ah, here’s our other model.” I heard Brad say. A sea of shadowed faces turned towards me. I quickly walked up to the stage and stood next to Joe.

Brad stepped forward.

“Welcome everyone to the next installment of Boozy Photography. I hope everyone has a drink in hand and creativity in the mind. This is going to be an hour long class with 20 minutes of sharing at the end. I do want to mention that today will be an intimate, explicit figure photography class with a male and female model. This is a beautiful, human concept we are capturing and we had these two models reach out last week to volunteer. They know each other, this is safe and consensual. We will be doing a power dynamic exploration between a man and a woman. I will call out poses and we’ll pass the three cameras around for everyone to have a chance. Once all those interested are done, we’ll move to a new pose.”

I couldn’t tell who anyone was in the crowd but the energy in the room was quiet.

“Please disrobe.” Brad said. His voice sounded far away. The rustling behind me meant Joe had dropped his robe.

Automatically my hands untied the robe. I took a deep breath, then let the robe fall back from me. The AC was playfully cold in the room as I stood in front of dozens of strangers.

The energy in the room completely changed, it became electric.

Turning slowly, I took in Joe’s body. Standing this close to him, it seemed like he towered over my 5’0 self. My eyes trailed down to his rather thick cock dangled between his thighs. He was much, much thicker then my husband. And he was still soft. I saw it twitch as he looked my body up and down as well.

He had to know who I was. The masks didn’t hide that much up close. Plus I knew who he was immediately.

“Let’s begin the first position” Brad said.

He had me place my hands on Joe’s chest, stepping close to him. My fingers buried in his chest hair. He stared down at my chest. It was so…odd…feeling the skin of another man. It had been eight years since I had done that last.

“Please look into each other’s eyes.” Brad finished up.

We locked eyes, which somehow made me feel weak in the knees.

“The first stage of the power dynamic, is discovery. That initial realization that something is there. The spark. The light. The fire. But maybe things hold you back from going further – hurdles in your own life. Relationships, work, even friendship. Try to find that connection in your photos,” Brad said, stepping back into the shadows.

Everyone started taking photos, the cameras clicking all around us. I could barely focus. Joe’s heart beat quickly under my hands. He was starting to sweat.

“I always wanted to hang out outside of work.” Joe whispered.

Well, he immediately knew who I was.

I slowly nodded my head, trying hard to maintain the eye contact. He stepped closer to me. I was very mindful of his cock right by my stomach.

“Well, I’m glad it’s you. You look incredible. And the fact that you’re helping Brad is so generous of you.”

Nodding again, my voice refused to work.

He stepped even closer. His cock pressed into my stomach, his scent washing over me. I still gazed up at his face, unable to move.

After 20 minutes it was time for a new position.

Brad stepped up with a chair and let it on the stage.

“The next step is the first action. After playing cat and mouse, both people in the dynamic admit they want it to go further…the submissive one in the dynamic sending unconscious symbols and messages the Dom can’t ignore. It’s the step right before taking the plunge. It’s still filled with uncomfortable moments, awkwardness and ultimately, desire.” Brad motioned for me to kneel on the chair, my knees settling in on the cushion.

My breasts hung over the chair and my ass faced Brad and Joe.

“Spread your legs as much as you can.” Brad whispered. I did so.

I could feel everything open for the men, and the crowd, behind me. From this position I could just make out the faces of the strangers in front of me, watching.

Joe stepped up behind me. His hands went on my hips. My body shivered. He stepped closer. His cock slowly settled between my ass cheeks. Soft, but feeling bigger.

“Feel free to move around and come closer if needed.” Brad said from far off.

I could feel Joe’s cock growing slightly behind me. From his view he was looking down at both my holes. There was no hiding it. And his body was responding.

“We capture things as we see them and as is the truth” Brad said. “You’ll look for the subtle and not subtle movements. His hardness, her wetness, but also, how her body is relaxing into his control. Almost like relief.”

I tried to ignore what he was saying.

I could feel the wetness on my thighs and more importantly, his now hard cock. It was no longer hanging between my ass cheeks. The tip was pushing into my ass cheek.

“Beautiful detail of their faces, you really captured the passion here, even with masks on.” I heard Brad say to someone.

Suddenly Brad was there. “Drop to your elbows, arch your back…move your hips” he dropped me down to my elbows, his hand pushing me slightly.

Suddenly, Joe’s cock was pressing directly into my pussy. If I pushed back at all, the head of his cock would enter me.

Brad walked back into the constant clicking of cameras. I could feel Joe’s tension behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He pushed forward slightly, the pressure on my pussy growing.

I could say no. I could stop him. But my mouth didn’t want to work.

He pushed more.

The head of his cock entered me.

I shuddered and his hands gripped my hips tighter, slowly pulling me back towards him. My pussy stretched as he pulled and I felt full. He was big. He kept going deeper and deeper.

He was certainly a grower.

Finally his belly touched my ass. He was fully inside me. Another man was fully inside me. My coworker was inside me. My rather obese coworker to boot…the humiliation of that thought coursed through my body, turning me on more. A low moan escaped my mouth. I tried to stop it but couldn’t. Joe slowly started thrusting into me. He was about to start picking up speed.

“That’s time. New pose” Brad called out. For a second, I didn’t think Joe would do it. Then he did. I felt weirdly empty as he pulled out and stepped back.

I found myself out of breath.

“The final chapter of the power dynamic – complete submission. After the tease, or in this case more then a tease, we have the full giving over of the self.” Brad strolled up onto the stage, the crowd laughing at the tease comment.