Pose Ch. 02

This is the second chapter, the first story was posted under the Exhibitionist category, but this one is more BDSM. I'll leave a short recap of the first chapter here; you can read the first chapter if you want but this recap will be enough to understand this chapter:

Chloe is a photography student in college and the only girl in her group of sixteen students. One of her classmates was supposed to have a nude model pose for his photoshoot, but the model cancelled last minute. Chloe, having always had exhibitionist and submissive fantasies, volunteers as the replacement model. She poses totally nude next to six men in suits and ends up blowing them, as well as her classmate taking the pics. Now, it's class day, and they will be presenting the photoshoot to all their classmates.

We gathered in the classroom. We were sixteen students in total, and all of us were present, even though Jim, our teacher, could not be. We would still proceed with the weekly presentation of our respective photo projects and offer our bits and pieces of constructive criticism to each other. I sat in the back of the class as if to hide from everyone—everyone being guys. I had always been the only girl in the class, but no one had ever made a thing out of it. It had never really mattered until now.

Being seen completely naked by sixteen people was one thing, but these were my classmates I saw every day in college. Boys I talked to every day. I thought of how, in not long, they would see my naked body, not just in a casual, nudist kind of way, but completely sexualized. I had posed sensually like models in erotic magazines, and for the first time, my friends would suddenly see me differently. For months, all I had been to them was just another classmate among others. In less than an hour, they would see me in a totally different way and in a totally different light.

Julian shut the lights and turned on the projector. He was the first to present his project: portraits of random people he met on the streets—you know the type. People from all age groups and identities smiling at the lens meeting them. Next was Sam, who had gone camping with his family and taken pics of the trip with nice landscapes. He ended his presentation and while Noah was putting his USB in the monitor's computer to open his pictures, Henry turned to me—he had short brown hair and always wore brown shirts.

"Ready to blow us out of the water again?"

"Huh?" I stared at him with my eyes wide open. "Can you repeat that?"

"Blow us out of the water..." he repeated, a bit confused. "You always have the best projects."

"Oh... Yeah, sure..."

The phrase I heard the first time around was "ready to blow us." I couldn't help but giggle with a weird mix of glee and disbelief. My actions from last night were still fresh in my mind. I had stripped completely naked in front of seven guys and blown all of them. Good thing I had been chewing gum all morning before coming to class, because I doubted even the smell of the coffee I had drank could have covered that of the blowbang.

I looked at Noah from the corner of my eye. He was just like all my other classmates: a buddy and nothing more. There wasn't anything particularly unattractive about him - I could see why a girl would like him — but I certainly saw nothing particularly attractive about him either. Here's the thing though: I had never felt any physical attraction to Matt either, yet I had stripped naked for him, enjoyed letting him feel me up, and especially enjoyed blowing him. I had even slept with him (as in literally sleeping). By the time Matt had finished adjusting the pics, it was too late for me to return home, so I slept in his bed, completely naked, while he held me.

Would I be fine doing that with Noah too? Or with any of the boys? I didn't see why not—I had turned into a totally submissive cocksucker just because of arousal. I imagined myself nude in front of all the boys, and I liked the image. Not because I was attracted to any of them: but because it was in line with my submissive/exhibitionist fantasy.

You know that scene in Titanic? When Rose asks Jack to paint her in the nude? It was one of the first things I ever masturbated to. It always turned me on, and I always wanted to be Rose in that situation. I don't know; I always had this fantasy of being a Marilyn Monroe/Brigitte Bardot type of character. It called to me and felt like a hidden part of me that I was afraid to express.

It was complementary to a simple pride for my body, and a BDSM desire for feeling submissive. I thought of posing nude for Noah too, and Julian, and Sam and all the others. I liked the idea. Being their fellow photographer but also their naked babe was a fun notion. Being slutty and easy around them was an arousing one.

I wasn't turned on because I was attracted to them—as mean as it sounds, I didn't care about them.

I was turned because I wanted to play that "slut" role. The boys were just tools to allow me to play that role, nothing more. The only reason I liked the idea of being their slut wasn't because of them and their personalities per-se, but more because the idea of being seen naked by classmates was "sluttier" than being seen naked by a boyfriend. I liked the idea of being slutty like that.

It was now my turn to present my project. I went to the projector screen and showed them my street landscape pics. Once again, and yes, I know it sounds pretentious for me to say it, my project was the best one yet. The framing was better than anyone else's and the lighting too. I was by far the one with the best technique, and the boys once again just sank in their seats, smiling defeatedly at how much better I was. It sure was a great ego booster. However, I don't think I was a discouragement to them—they looked up to me as the best photographer in the group, and it motivated them to be better.

That said... for the first time, my photo-project wouldn't be THE special, head turning one. That honor would go to Matt... and me, but not as photographer. Everyone complimented my work as they always did, and I sat back down. One by one, the other boys showed their projects. We followed the alphabetic list of the class, so at some point, it was Matt's turn. He asked to be the last one to pass, and I told the guys to agree.

"Trust me," I said. "It'll be worth it."

So we passed Matt and looked at the collection of photo projects; none of them being particularly interesting or original. It dawned on me just how much Matt and I had created something special; truly special. The fact that the nude model is one of the classmates and the only female one would almost elevate it to something like performance art. I couldn't wait. Thankfully, Matt's turn as the last one finally came, and he placed himself in front of the class.

"You wanna join me, Chloe?" he asked. Part of me wanted to hide in the back of the class, but I couldn't miss the thrill of being in front of it while my nude pictures were going to be shown, so I joined Matt. It was like a little tradition to do a short presentation of what our project was about. He looked at me and chuckled. "How do you wanna present this?" he asked.

I chuckled back. "Um... Listen guys... We collaborated on this. I helped him out, but not like with the lighting or anything... I helped him out as a model. And before you see this... Just know that everyone has multiple facets. I'm happy to show you guys one of mine today."

I joined Matt in the corner of the class where the computer was, and almost hid behind him. He opened his USB drive on the computer and brought the mouse pointer to the folder "Chloe Photoshoot." I took a deep breath. The dreaded and desired moment was here.

As soon as he opened the first picture, the class went dead silent—you couldn't hear a single guy mumbling thoughts to another guy. There I was, totally naked, not a stitch of clothing on me, five times my size on a projector screen with HD quality pixels baring every detail of my nudity to the fifteen pairs of eyes.

I've always hated seeing myself in photos—and the worst was with beach photos where I was wearing bikinis. Seeing myself, especially wearing little, was always a cringeworthy moment, and I don't think most people love seeing themselves. But for the first time in my life, I saw myself wearing NOTHING on a screen, and I felt good about myself. No, fuck that. I felt GREAT about myself.

I couldn't believe how hot I looked. Yes, I know— "oh, look at Chloe; she's so pretentious, she's so full of herself..." I don't care what you think; I looked good and it had never felt so great. Oh trust me, I was very much aware of my blemishes and they were totally on display because of my nakedness, but no one focused on them—at least I certainly didn't, because my beautiful parts stole all the attention. I looked like some sort of horny, sweaty sex goddess.

Matt scrolled through the pictures one by one. Soon, my classmates' awe doubled as they noticed I was posing next to guys in suits. And then these men in suits were holding me. Then they were touching my ass. At that point, I heard a few whispers and mumbles.

By the time that we reached the pics where the guys were making out with me and fondling me, I heard "wows" and "damns." Make no mistake about it, the pics were artistically and technically beautiful, but they were totally erotic and borderline pornographic. That border line pretty much vanished by the last pictures, where I was sucking six cocks. It's one thing to show nude pictures of you to others; but these had me totally aroused and horny. You couldn't have more intimate pictures if you tried—my face was red, you could see how aroused I was, and you could almost hear my cocksucking moans from the pictures.

The presentation ended. Matt turned on the lights. All the guys were looking at me -the actual flesh and blood me— dumbfoundedly. Matt turned to me. "It's YOUR photoshoot, really. You should explain it."

Matt was right. I had ultimately been the main person behind that shoot, and so I stopped hiding from behind him and placed myself in front of the projector screen and before the whole class. I couldn't help but chortle. "Yeah, I know..." I said.

I heard a few more "wows." Greg said, "That was amazing, Chloe."

"Thanks... So, the photoshoot..." I explained everything; how the original model had cancelled at the last minute and how I had asked Matt if I could replace her.

"YOU asked him?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah, I did." Everyone looked totally surprised, which is honestly a sentiment I had difficulty comprehending. It seemed like everyone I ever met took for granted that only the spectators have fun, not the model. No one seemed able to wrap their minds around the idea that the nude one—the model, might be the one to get the most out of it. "I asked him because... it's always been a fantasy for me. I like being naked around clothed guys. It's a submission kind of thing."

"So you liked it when they were pulling your hair and everything?" Noah asked.

"What did it look like?" I asked chuckling. My faces on the photos were self-evident.

"And the... uhm..." Sam mumbled, trying to find a polite way to talk about it. "The oral sex part. Was that also you?"

"Totally," I said, biting my lips. It was SO embarrassing; they had all seen me suck cock...

"What was the... uh... artistic intent, there?" Joel asked.

I laughed. "The artistic message behind me giving oral sex... is that I wanted to suck their cocks because I like sucking cocks." The boys chuckled. "I'm not gonna bullshit you guys; this wasn't me pretending to be some great artist or anything. I wanted to do it because it turned me on. That's it."

"More power to you," Liam said.

There were no more questions coming from the boys, so it was my turn to speak. "So... uhm... any comments?"

Most of the guys just shrugged. "Lighting and everything was great. Good photos, Matt."

"Fuck him," I laughed, jokingly waving him away. "I mean comments about ME. You guys haven't said a single thing."

"We... don't wanna be disrespectful."

"I'm not gonna call you sexists, calm down. I showed you those pics for a reason. Come on."

They thankfully started talking honestly about me. "Great tits," "perfect ass," "beautiful," etc. Everyone likes compliments, me included. It was great to receive theirs. You know, it was crazy. We have social norms, and I was throwing all of them out the window. It made NO sense that my classmates would all see me naked and then compliment me openly like that. It made no sense that this was all happening. But it WAS happening, and I loved it.

I was now the talk of the town —the town being our group of 16 classmates—, and very much its center of attention, and as we left the classroom, they wouldn't stop asking me questions. We walked out of the classroom and back to the dorm where most of us lived. Out of the 16 of us, exactly half lived in the dorm during the year; we had arranged to all get rooms in the same dormitory so that our gang dynamic would be maintained. I was one of the dorm's denizens, unlike Matt, for example, who rented a flat not far from the college. I woke up everyday alongside my classmates, ate breakfast with them, hung out with them, etc.

As we walked back to the dorm, we met Jim, our teacher, who had come back from his dentist appointment or whatever it was that had made him unable to attend the class—thankfully. He stopped us, and it was clear that he had something major to tell us.

"A photography competition in the city," he said. "They want groups to submit a shared photography project that multiple photographers worked on. The winners even get a monetary prize."

All my classmates turned to me. Why? Because I was the de facto leader of the gang. Whenever we had to decide where to hang out during the weekend, where to eat, what to do after classes; whatever the gang wanted to do, it was me who always took the decisions and led the gang. I was the best photographer and that had naturally given me authority. It was for me to decide whether we would join the competition or not.

"We're doing it for sure!" I said. I knew I was a good photographer, and I was out for glory. I had won competitions in nature magazines, for portraits, on internet blogs and all other sorts of places. Under my guidance, my team and I could create something truly wonderful.

"Remember," Jim told us. "Strong theme, good technique, a bit of poetry, and you have a winning combination on your hands. I'm sure you can win it, especially with Chloe by your side. Speaking of you; how were the projects today? I bet you amazed them all again, didn't you?"

I gave the boys a knowing look and grinned. "I don't know. Did I, boys?"

They nodded as fast as their heads could allow them. "You bet!"

"Send me the projects, I do wanna see them. Alright, got to go!"

We continued walking back to our dorm. Unfortunately for him, Jim wouldn't be able to see ALL the projects—not that it was creepy; he was a young teacher and only five years older than us. We were practically from the same age group/generation, but the fact that he was my teacher wasn't the most comfortable thing for me, and so I told Matt to keep our project silent when it came to Jim. At worse, he could send him totally censored versions with my face blurred.

We returned to the dorm and decided to just sit in the living room and relax. The entire gang was here for now—it was always like that after class; all sixteen of us would hang out at the dormitory, then the eight who lived outside the college would leave around six. Tradition was that they'd debate for ten minutes about what to watch on Netflix, and then they'd always end up asking me to decide. But this time around, things went differently. Liam looked at me with a little smile.

"Hey, uh..." He mumbled. "We were talking and... Matt's pics are really nice, and we kind of scrolled through them quickly. Mind if we... look at them some more here?"

My mouth dropped and a shocked mile formed on my face. I looked at the fifteen boys around me, stupefied. "You just wanna see my naked body, you perverts!"

They chuckled. "No, no... Really, it's just for the... technical... aspect..."

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Really?"

"Really."

I looked once again at the boys and faked a frown. "In that case..." Acting angry, I rose and walked towards the door. The boys were confused as to why I was suddenly leaving in anger. They called me, and I turned, crossing my arms and pouting. "How do you think I feel, right now? You're telling me my naked body is not the reason you wanna see pictures of me naked. I'm supposed to take it?"

Liam chuckled. "All right, we admit."

"We wanna look at you, obviously," Sam added.

I raised an eyebrow again, although it was hard to hide my smile. "Why?"

"Because you look hot naked." Noah said.

Finally, I released my smile and walked up to Noah, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks."

I sat back down as Matt had the pics projected on the living room TV. Once again, all my classmates and I looked at my naked body on a big screen. This time, they weren't afraid to be more vocal—knowing this was what I wanted.

"Your tits are amazing," Noah said, sitting right next to me.

"Beautiful ass," Liam added.

"You look so hot..."

"And you pose so well!"

"Yeah, you look like a model who's been doing it for years."

I guess I already had some experience from having taken so many pics myself, even though none of my models had ever been nude. It was unbelievable to have my classmates and friends just talk about my body so freely—but then again, that's what I asked them to do.

"Question for you guys; I want an honest answer," I said, sitting on the middle couch, surrounded directly by four guys on both sides, six sitting on the ground in front of me, and the rest on the other sofas.

"Go for it."

"You masturbate to pics of naked women, right? Like, Playboy and everything."

"Sure."

"Yeah, so... Let's say you..." I cleared my throat. "Say you found those pics on the Internet and you didn't know me. Would you... you know? I look good enough? Show of hands, who'd do it."

At first, they hesitated for a bit, but I knew it was because of how strange the situation was to them. I was their buddy, friend and classmate. Now, all the sudden, I was this slut with her tits out on the TV screen. Finally, they all raised their hands. I giggled and covered my face with embarrassment, but ultimately looked and them again and blew them all kisses.

"I love you guys."

We kept looking at the pics of me, but then it dawned on me... What the fuck were we doing? They were watching naked pics of a girl... Who was right there, sitting among them. I rose and grabbed the controller from Matt's hands. I shut the screen off and placed myself in front of the TV. They looked at me confusedly.

"I'm right here, guys. You'd rather watch pixel me than actual me?" What I was saying dawned on them. I turned to Matt, who was already smiling—he knew how slutty I was; he knew I was gonna do it. "Eyes on me," I ordered everyone.

I took off all my clothes and stood naked in front of all my sixteen classmates, totally naked from head to toe. I arched my back and brought out my tits, seeing as they loved them so much. I did the sensual-dance thing where I had my hands slowly slide across all my bare body. My nipples were already hard, and arousal quickly came as I enjoyed the sixteen gazes fondling my body.

It's one of those things where you ask yourself "has this LITERALLY ever happened before?" The only girl in gang of sixteen stripping naked for her male friends, not lovers or crushes. I know it makes almost no sense, but my arousal would have been smaller had I been stripping for a boyfriend. There's nothing naughty about stripping in front of a boyfriend—you're supposed to see each other naked.