Sue Set Free: Modeling for Emily

My husband and I have been settled into an open relationship for quite a while now. I think he still has just one girlfriend, and I have a collection of paramours. One of my complications is my coworker Emily. She knows about my arrangement with Dave, and seems to get involved in some of my games.

It was approaching home time and Emily was looming over my desk. I finished the sentence I was typing and looked up at her.

"I'd like you to dress sexy tomorrow," she said.

"Why?"

"Well, I was thinking you could model for me," she said, "and you know how Dave likes pictures of you,"

Pictures. I was going to end up naked, or nearly naked I could tell. Still, I like modeling. I find it turns me on.

"And where are we going to do this?"

"Here," she said, "after everybody's gone home."

"Security will still be here."

"Security have already seen you naked."

"Just Ken," I told her. "None of the others have."

She just looked down at me.

"I'll get the pictures for Dave," I told her.

"I'll send them to him."

"Fine," I said, "I'll do it."

"Great!" she said happily, "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow" rolled around, and I got up early and spent some time making myself look sexy. Dave took a lot of interest in that, and I explained to him that I was going to be modeling for Emily.

"I look forward to seeing the pictures," he said, and I told him Emily had said she was going to send them to him.

When I was ready, I headed into work.

The day seemed to really drag, as I was looking forward to the end of the day when everybody went home. I noticed I was actually looking forward to the end of the day which I found maybe a little concerning.

Emily invited me out to lunch, but I declined as I didn't want to start anything silly at lunchtime.

In the afternoon I asked her what she was aiming to do and she reminded me of the pictures she had taken during my encounter with Herman, where I'd looked awful. OK, time to do better, I guess.

At the end of the day she skipped over to my desk looking all excited.

"Come on," she said, "let's go up to the executive level."

"But..." I started.

"They'll all be gone, trust me."

I collected my stuff and followed her into the elevator and she pushed the button for the top floor. I stood there nervously, watching the floor number counting up until it dinged as we got to the top.

We left the elevator and walked through the office. There are a lot of glass walled meeting rooms and we could see the whole floor looked to be empty.

Emily led us into a meeting room, leaving the door open behind us. It was glass, so it's not like having it closed would have made me feel more secure.

She pointed her camera at me.

"Go and stand by the lectern and let's get started."

I went over to the lectern and looked at the screen. I heard the clicky noise of the camera a couple of times.

I glanced around the empty chairs at the table as I started unbuttoning my blouse. As I got to my waist, I untucked it from my skirt and finished unbuttoning it.

I went to take my blouse off but Emily said "do the skirt."

I left my blouse on and reached behind me to unzip my skirt. I held it by my ankles as I stepped out of it, folding it and putting it on the lectern. I paused for a moment, then took my blouse off and put it with my skirt.

In just my lingerie I moved from the lectern to the center of the screen.

Emily had me turn around, then I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I slipped it down my arms and went and put it with my clothes.

"Now your thong," she said.

I bent forward and slid my thong down my hips.

"Oooh," she said, "turn sideways."

I turned my side to her and continued sliding my thong down, my tits hanging down and away from me. She moved around behind me as I got it down to my ankles and stepped out of it. I straightened up and put my thong on the lectern.

Emily had me pose in just my stockings, garter belt and high heels, moving around to get the angles she liked.

"Let's go for a walk," she said.

She led me out of the meeting room, then followed along behind me taking pictures. A little further down the corridor, she pushed past me and walked backwards, taking pictures of me from the front.

I followed her back to the elevator and she pushed the button.

"Uh," I said, "my clothes?"

"Oh," she said, "we're not going anywhere, I just want some pictures of you in here."

When the doors opened thankfully there was nobody inside. I went in and stood by the handrail at the back. I posed with my back against the mirrored wall. Emily moved around so, I'm guessing, she wasn't in the pictures.

After a few more pictures, the elevator dinged and she put her foot out to block the door. The door opened again and she had me turn around to face the wall, looking at her in the mirror.

"Bend over," she said, and I looked at her a little confused.

"Come towards me a bit, bend over with your hands on the rail."

I followed her instructions, looking down at the floor as she took more pictures.

The door dinged again and I ignored it. A few seconds later the elevator started moving.

"Fuck," I said, standing up and turning to face the door. It looked like Emily had pushed the ground floor button and I hammered the button for the next floor down - I didn't want to show up in the lobby very nearly naked.

Thankfully the elevator stopped at the next floor and I peered out when the door opened. I pressed the button for the top floor but the ground floor button stayed lit. I was going to have to get out and wait for the elevator to come back up. Luckily there wasn't anybody around.

I stood in front of the elevator and for a few seconds considered pressing the button to summon the elevator back. I decided against that, as I didn't want security to come up and see what was going on upstairs. I figured my best bet was to take the stairs and walk up.

Almost on tiptoe, I approached the corridor to the door to the stairs. There was one of the cleaners carts parked near the door. Looking around behind me, I opened the door and went through. In the stairwell, there was a cleaner. He was puffing on a vape pen and I could smell bubble gum. He blew a cloud of vapor towards me.

"What do we have here?" he asked.

I was shocked to see him and suddenly remembered I was almost naked. I tried to cover myself up with my arms.

"Don't cover yourself," he said, "you have pretty breasts."

I just stared at him, trying to figure out what to do. I could feel a familiar tingle in my pussy.

Gently, he took my wrists and moved my arms away from my chest and I held them down by my sides.

"See?" he said, "pretty."

I watched him staring at my tits.

"Pierced," he said.

"Can I touch?" he suddenly asked me, looking me in the eyes.

Biting my bottom lip, I felt myself nodding. He reached out and took hold of my nipples, pulling them out and up.

I could feel myself getting turned on.

"Can I kiss?" he asked as he bent his head forward. I nodded, but his lips were already on my nipple.

I was standing there, wearing just stockings, garter belt and heels, with my hands stiffly at my sides with a strange office cleaner playing with and sucking my tits when the door behind me burst open. We both turned to see Emily standing there, holding her camera.

"Ah," she said to him, "you've found my model."

To me she said "I wondered where you'd gone. I should have known you'd find a guy."

I just stared back at her.

"Carry on," she said, lifting her camera.

I felt a mouth back on my nipple and heard the clicky camera noise start up again.

I stood there as he sucked my tit, looking back at Emily taking pictures.

"Put your face between them," Emily told him. He squatted down in front of me, pushing his face between my tits. His hands went around to hold himself against me by my bum.

"You know what would look hot here?" Emily asked. I was excited, but also partially dreading the next thing she was going to say. "You kneeling down sucking him off."

He immediately stood up and started dragging his pants down. I glanced at Emily, pointing her camera at me, and she dipped the lens, pointing me to kneel down.

I knelt down, in the cold stairwell, and waited for him to get his cock out. When he pushed it towards me, I opened my mouth and let him push it in. I put my hands on the front of his thighs and started rolling my tongue around the head.

I was aware of Emily moving around to get different angles of me sucking this stranger's cock and made an effort to get it all in my mouth when she was alongside me and she could see it. His pubes tickled my nose for several seconds and I slowly slid back off until just the head was in my mouth.

Emily came right in by my face the next time I pushed his cock into my mouth, and I went slowly. He reached behind my head and held my face to his groin until I gripped my nails into his legs, then let me go so I could slide back off.

His hands were still on my head and he guided me bobbing backwards and forwards. After a while, he started getting faster and faster and I could taste his pre-cum. I like the taste of pre-cum, but I knew he was getting close.

I swear on the last stroke out I could see his balls tightening up and then he held my face to him as his cock jerked and twitched, his balls emptying down my throat.

I let him hold my face to him for several seconds until he relaxed his hold on me, and I slid back until his cock popped out of my mouth.

I smiled up at him and he looked down at me, with a weird look on his face.

"I should go," he said, hurriedly pulling up his pants.

I was still kneeling on the floor and Emily was still taking the occasional picture as he opened the door and disappeared again.

"Come on, you slut," she said, grinning at me, "we should probably get you dressed again."

She went to go through the door and take the elevator, but I wasn't ready to trust her.

I stood up and said "let's take the stairs."

I also wanted to exercise my knees, despite wearing heels.

Emily didn't put up a fight and followed me up the stairs. I was glad to see the door wasn't locked and we went through. I took a second to get my bearings, then we walked back to the meeting room where my clothes were still over the lectern.

"Can I get dressed now?" I asked her. I was hoping to go home and get Dave to give me a good fucking.

"Sure," she said, taking pictures as I put on my underwear.

She had me pose a few times as I got dressed, and when I was fully dressed, we headed back to the elevator. I watched as she pressed the button for the ground floor.

"How many guys have you sucked off in this building now?" she asked me.

I counted in my head. Philip. Herman. Ken. Ben. Leo. Jesse. And now this guy.

"Seven."

"You really are a slut," she laughed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She waved at Ken and Tom on the security desk and I just blushed. Ken gave me a knowing grin but Tom didn't look at me strangely, so I assumed they didn't know anything.

Outside, my car was on the other side to hers so we said the usual work "byes," and I headed home.

Dave wasn't there, so I cuddled up in bed with one of my dildos.