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Boudoir Photography

By: 24UKBlonde



I was lying on a low, pink velvet chaise longue. I was naked apart from a pair of black, lacy top holdups. The fortyish guy who had introduced himself as 'just call me Mac' was kneeling beside it. His shirt was undone and his trousers and underpants were pushed down round his knees. He was stunningly erect and I was holding his erection.

"Oh that's lovely Sam" he groaned as I slowly stroked his quite attractive dick.

He slid his hand down my body and ran his fingertips across the thin patch of tawny coloured pubes that I had trimmed into a landing strip. He found my clit and rubbed me there. I increased the speed with which I was wanking him.

"Ok Sam?"

"Yes" I grunted enjoying the way that he was alternating between rubbing my clit, running his fingertips round my lips and sliding his fingers inside me. "Is this?" I added reaching across and stroking his balls.

"Oh fuck yes."

"And this?" I asked pumping faster.

"It's fucking brilliant luv."

"Good."

"Are you near Sam."

"Yes very" I sighed pleased that I wasn't having to feign anything as I lifted my bum up from the sofa a few inches. He pushed two or three fingers up me as far as they would go and pumped them as he hand fucked me.

"So am I" he told me as I jacked him off with long, slow strokes.

He raised himself up a little. "Can I cum on your tits Sam?"

"Yes" I grunted as my orgasm broke just as he shot a stream of white goo all over and between my small B cup tits.

*

I am at drama school hoping to become a writer/producer/director in TV or film; I have no desire to be an actor I just could not stand the constant rejections from auditions. I did start a degree course in English and Psychology at Bristol University when I was twenty, but hated it. It wasn't so much the learning and work, but the people and the student way of life I couldn't stand. It was all so juvenile and tacky. 

You see I am something of a rich, spoiled bitch. Born and raised in Essex my dad was very well off having made a fortune from the Spanish and Portugal property booms. We were great mates, he indulged me and I was a real, blonde haired, blue eyed, good looking even if I do say it myself daddy's girl. I could no wrong in his eyes. I was good at sports at school. I played for Essex schoolgirls at tennis and nearly at netball, but being only five feet six and slim I didn't have the height or strength of the dykes that made the team. I took up golf when I was about twelve and dad helped me quite quickly become an eighteen handicapper, which I still am, just. 

I found learning at school very easy. I never had to work that hard to get A grades and that suited me perfectly as rich, spoiled bitches don't like hard work. So I sailed into a pretty good uni in a nice town that wasn't too far from London so I was able to get back when I wanted. And that's when things started going tits up.

Dad's business got into trouble with the sub-prime problems and the US and European property crash. I hated uni and left half way through the second year. Mum and dad went fucking ballistic, but I managed to calm them when I said what I wanted to do and that was drama school. The problem with that was that there was no student loans so it was an all cash up front deal. Dad managed for the first two years, of four, but now I am on my own.

A budding actress at the drama school said as I was bemoaning the fact that my dad was going bankrupt and I might need to leave. 

"Why not take up glamour photographic modelling, you've got the looks and figure for it."

So I did.

It started when I posed for amateur camera clubs as they were called. They are clubs where keen photographers meet to exchange bullshit about cameras, lighting, films and all the other nonsense that gets their rocks off. Usually every other week they have a club night where they hire a model who they photograph as a group in varying stages of undress, all of course in the pursuit of art. Yeah right I used to think as their hard ons said to me it's a bit more than art.

It was good training, but a hundred quid every other week hardly bought the wardrobe of sexy undies needed as a model let alone paid for school and the clothes I so enjoyed. 

One of the photographers solved it for me.

"Do you do private Sam? He asked.

It turned that there was a whole cottage industry of studios and models that photographers used. I signed up with a few studios one in North London, Crouch End, one just over the river in Catford and the third in the East End. 

The process was simple. A photographer or a wannabee rented a studio by the hour. The studio had a portfolio of models that they could choose from. The models listed what type of work they did and the photographers chose who they wanted partly by looks and partly by what sort of work the girl did. They then introduced the two parties. After that it was up to them. And some of them us girls knew had no idea about photography. They had cheap cameras often with insufficient lenses for indoor stuff and they had no idea on using the lights and other studio equipment. But what the hell if they are willing to shell out fifty quid an hour for the studio and hundred and upwards for the model so they can spend some time with a pretty girl taking her kit off, who cares? Let them use phonecams if they want was my motto!

I started by offering glamour, underwear and nude posing. When I completed the on-line questionnaire I didn't tick the boxes that said: open leg, self-touching and orgasm simulation.

Being new I started off like a train, but after a couple of months I ran out of steam.

"You have to offer more Sam" the lessy owner of the studio in the East End told me. "They can get anything they want on the web now so they expect everything from girls like you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I promise you two things, well three actually. Stay as you are and within a few months you'll be lucky to get a couple of bookings a month. Give 'em what they want, give 'em beaver shots and looking as though you have just been fucked expressions and you'll be lucky to have time to fill all the appointments" the overweight, peroxide blonde told me.

"Sandra you said you promised three things."

"Oh yes so I did" the forty something, not unattractive woman said moving close and placing her hand on my arm by my elbow. "I promise you Sammi that if I get you in bed you will have the most massive orgasm possible."

"Although I had messed around with girls, one in particular Stephanie, at uni, I wasn't a les nor a committed bi so I passed, well took a rain check on her invitation.

So I posed naked with my legs open, my knees raised and everything on show. I caressed my breasts and rubbed my mound. That was ok for a while, but 'my market' wanted more. I acted out orgasms, made out that I had just been fucked. But they still wanted more. I used a vibrator then my fingers in me. 

It worked. I did as Sandra had promised have more bookings than I could handle. Often working six evenings a week and fitting a few sessions in during the day between classes I was quickly earning over fifty grand a year, all of which was tax free; and that more than covered my fees and living expenses. But it was too time consuming. I wasn't doing the reading or practice that the tough course demanded. I couldn't increase my charges for the posing for they were set by the studios. So I had to reduce the number of sessions, but earn more from each; classic marketing really. There was only one way that could be achieved.

"Sometimes" I said when the forty something quite fanciable client had asked. "Are there extras Sammi?"

That started it. Firstly I let a guy play with my tits, then I rubbed myself until I had a climax as he photographed me. Inevitably I let a customer rub my clit then another finger me until he made me cum. It got more adventurous and more outrageous as I then masturbated a number of guys. It was in the end when Mac said "Can I cum on your tits Sam" that I realised fully that I had given in and had become a sex junky. More importantly I was now making enough money from a shorter number of hours to pay for my school and live the sort of life I had been used to since I was a kid and do my studying.

*

"That was fantastic Sammi" 'just call me Mac' said as he stood up and went to the bathroom. "Hope you don't mind me going first luv, but I am dying for a pee.

There was still ten minutes or so left of the two hours he had booked so I didn't get dressed, but wiped the cum from my breasts with a tissue. 

"Do want any more shots Mac?" 

"No I am finished thanks Sam."

"I'll pop to the bathroom then and clean up, you know the way out."

"Er Sammi could we er, um meet for a drink or something."

Although he had commissioned me probably four times now, was a very fanciable forty something and we had given each other several orgasms I didn't dare; it really was the worst thing a model could do. All the studios had strict rules about their models meeting customers for that could potentially lead to them losing loads of business. On top of that most of us didn't want to mix business with pleasure, although in Mac's case I wouldn't really have minded at all.

Despite not knowing his real name I had got to know 'just call me Mac' quite well; well you do when you have jerked a guy off several times and have received a few climaxes from him. I liked him and in other circumstances I may well have enjoyed a date with him.

"Sorry Mac we aren't allowed to date the punters."

He smiled. "I wasn't asking for a date."

"What then?"

"I have a business proposition for you."

Intrigued I went to the bathroom and cleaned up.

"For Christ's sake don't tell Sandra or anyone will you?"

*

Although at twenty three, coming from a wealthy background and having just left uni, but still studying I have had nothing to do with the business world, I do feel that I have got a good commercial head on my slim body. Alright I may be a natural (shoulder-length) blonde and yes I do have lots of fun and prefer diamonds, but I don't think I am dizzy or dumb. So when 'just call me Mac' who as part of my agreeing to the drink told me his real name was Rich as in short for Richard, McDonald and he was from the infamous clan, outlined his suggestion I was all ears.

He wanted to start a boudoir photographic agency. I had heard of these from Sandra during one of the late evening chats we had after I finished a session when she usually tried to seduce me. She had explained and Rich confirmed that these were becoming very popular. What they are is a service for men, women or couples to have romantic, intimate or erotic photos taken of themselves.

"Why on earth would they want that?" I had asked Sandra who replied leaning forward so her top gaped and she flashed most of her big tits at me.

"As presents and mementoes."

"Present? Presents for who?"

"Each other, mementoes to look back on as they get older and particularly" she went on looking me right in the eye and softly resting her fingertips on the back of my hand. "Gifts to their lovers."

"Er right" I'd replied making my excuses and leaving for I was becoming a little worried about my resolve as the wonderful times with Steph at uni flooded my mind.

Rich explained his idea. It turned out that he and his wife owned a few hairdressers, a couple of nail shops and several beauty parlours. "Oh eight or nine in all" he'd said casually when I asked how many. He went on. "There's a nice big flat on two floors above the beauty parlour in Queen's Road" he told me mentioning a trendy shopping area in Buckhurst Hill, the next town to where I live. "It would make a perfect studio with several settings, say a sitting room, a bedroom and of course a bathroom with a shower" he went on naming the sort of sets often found in studios."

He told me that he would set up a website, fit out the studio and manage all the admin, bookings and cash and that I would be the main photographer although he would happily help out when required. "Some guys might be more comfortable with another guy."

"What sort of shots?" I asked.

"Really whatever the customers want, whatever their heart's desire" he smiled.

"But Mac er Rich I'm not that experienced as a photographer."

"I know that and it's not an issue."

"Huh?"

"You know posing, you know what's erotic, you're good at lighting, I can teach you the rest. Modern cameras and PCs are so easy, just aim and shoot really."

Opening up his laptop and logging on he said. "Have a look?"

He flashed through some very stylish and elegant yet erotic and sexy images.

"Wow they are good aren't they?"

"Have a good look when you get home, just google boudoir photography, there's loads of them."

When I got home I did as Rich suggested and was amazed at the number and the quality of the sites. I was also surprised at what some of them offered. This not only included individual and couples, one studio even offered 'groups of up to eight,' in glamour poses, but also 'tasteful nudes.' Some went further and offered beauty treatments, hair styling, make-up and nails before the session and one or two had a range of lingerie and other stuff that could be bought or rented. The more I cruised the sites the more amazed I became, silly really given how I earned my money. Some described them as 'saucy shots' others as 'most intimate' and one as 'We will record whatever you wish to show us.'

Rich and I reached an agreement very quickly. I visited the premises and agreed that they would be perfect, saw his mock-up of the website and agreed that he would fund the venture and I would do most of the work. The business would pay a rent for the studio, he and his wife, Moira would keep all the income from the other stuff, hair, make-up and so on and I would get a fee per session and we would split the profits equally between us. It all sounded very grown up to me when he said that we would have to start a company and that Moira, he and I would be the directors. "But don't worry Sam there will probably be stacks of cash." I didn't really get what he meant by that, but didn't say anything. He had a lawyer friend draw up an agreement that I hardly bothered reading although Rich suggested I show it to my lawyer. I didn't like to say I hadn't got one. 

A couple of weeks passed. I went to college most days and did a few photo sessions. Rich phoned me most days and kept me up to speed with the company formation and the progress in the studio and website.

"We should be ready to go within a month so I hope to launch the website in about two weeks. You will have to meet Moira soon."

"That'll be nice."

"Look Sam we need to get you going behind the camera so how about we do a session soon."

"Sure, I don't have a lot on for the next few weeks."

"We'll need to use Sandra's place as we won't be ready."

Rich brought a couple of cameras and his laptop to the studio where I was waiting. Fortunately Sandra was on holiday for I didn't really want to see her knowing what we were about to set up; I knew that she would go apeshit when she found out.

I did know a fair bit about cameras and lights and of course how to pose, but Rich taught me a lot about focusing and camera angles.

"You must always remember" he said as we stood looking at some boudoir sites. "There is so much you can do on the laptop after you have taken them."

"True."

"Ok let's try a few shots shall we?"

"What me taking you?"

"Yes."

"Do you really think I am going to get guys book sessions? I can see girls doing it, but blokes?"

"Believe me Sam, we will."

"Ok."

I set the lights up, pulled a white backdrop down and posed him in front of it. He was wearing a dark grey, vee necked sweater with a white tee shirt under it and black, denim jeans with flip tops; real Essex chic. He actually looked good.

"Ok what we'll do is I'll take up a few poses and you adjust as you see fit then shoot say a dozen or so then we'll look at them on the PC."

"Fine let's go" I said probably sounding more confident than I really was.

Rich struck up some poses front, side and back onto the camera. He used his hands imaginatively, which is one of the most difficult things when posing.

"Well they're damn good you hardly need me" he encouraged me when we looked at then on the laptop. I was pleased with both what he said and myself for the fifteen or so shots did look pretty good to me. He gave me a few tips on focusing and using the telephoto lens more effectively then suggested some more posing. 

I had him pose against a brick wall sitting and leaning on an armchair. I was enjoying it and think Rich was too.

"Bit different this side" I said clicking away at him as he sat and crossed and uncrossed his legs letting his flip flop dangle from his foot, a gesture I found, for some reason very sexy.

"And I can tell you Sam it's bloody different being in front rather than behind."

We did a few more sets with me doing as he had said with the photo and lens and also adjusting the lighting. Rich liked them and again complimented me. I was beginning to relax and feel good.

We had been going for an hour or so of the two he had booked.

"So you up for some boudoir stuff" he asked as we sipped glasses of white wine provided by the studio, to help both parties relax.

"Sure."

"So how do you want me?"

"Hadn't thought of that" I laughed to hide my nervousness that had now returned. I couldn't help thinking of the other sessions where the shoe was on the other foot and he directed me. And of course I couldn't help thinking of the extras we had both enjoyed.

"Ok then, shall I take the sweater off?"

"Yes do that" I said taking a few shots as he removed it getting what I thought was a good shot as he had the sweater over his head and the tee had ridden up showing his flat stomach. I knocked off a few of him moving around in the white tee then said softly.

"And the tee now Mac."

"Ok" he said grabbing the hem and lifting it up quickly.

"Now come on you've seen me and I assume others taking their tops off and it always has to be done slowly."

Smiling he replied as he let it fall back into place. "Just testing."

"Yeah right you're just an old flasher admit it" I replied as I took a series of shots of him removing the tee.

"Mmmmmm you may well be right in that" he replied holding the tee by his side.

"Hold it like that" I said sharply seeing a neat shot.

"It really is something else you know Sam."

"What is?" I asked as he came and stood next to me so we could look at the shots on the laptop.

"Being photographed and you may be right about me being an exhibitionist."

"Don't worry about it, we are like that when we get in front of the camera."

"I guess that's how this boudoir photography thing has got going."

"Probably, most people, or so I am told at college lose their inhibitions after a while when being snapped."

"Do you Sam?"

I looked up at him and smiling said. "After what you have photographed of me Rich I wouldn't have thought you would need to ask that."

"Mmmm true I suppose."

"They really are bloody good Sam, I do believe she's got it" you said mimicking Professor Higgins.

I laughed and said in a posh accent. "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain."

I went to the control panel and played around with the lights creating a dim, moody and what I thought was an intimate and quite sexy atmosphere.

"So how are your inhibitions Rich?" I asked pointing out where I wanted him to stand.

"Fading rapidly."

"I imagine some of the male clients, if we get any that is will want undressing, underwear and maybe nude don't you?" I asked my voice sounding thick I think as I looked at my business partner and ex-client.

"I would assume so Sam."



Boudoir Photography



"Then Rich I guess that's what we should do don't you?"

I took a long series of him undoing his belt and button on the fly of his jeans then slowly easing his zip down until the elastic waist band of his CK Y fronts were on show. I was tempted to pose him as photographers had posed me with his jeans round his thighs, knees and ankles, but when I looked at him like that on the camera it looked tacky. I found it interesting that some positions and clothing positions worked with women, but not men. That did not apply though to underwear shots for Rich looked fabulous clad in just his underpants with his hands on his hips.

"Sorry Sam" he said nodding down at his very obvious erection.

I gulped for it looked so inviting and that made me wonder whether I was cut out for boudoir photography of men. I was feeling just like I often did and had with Mac several times when I was down to my underwear and that was very aroused.

"Well at least it's probably authentic" I said taking loads of shots of his hard on inside his Y fronts. I had never really looked at much 'beefcake' stuff and couldn't remember seeing a photo of a guy dressed as Rich was right now; he looked fantastic so I took even more shots. Now I had dimmed the lights even more leaving just one light flood in the background and one smaller spot lighting his Y fronts. The outline of his body was clear, but very dark whilst the whiteness of his underpants and the bulge inside them were emphasised.

This time as we stood together looking at the laptop the atmosphere had changed completely. The business-like, technical and training atmosphere had been taken over by one reeking of sex. How the hell I asked myself was that avoidable? I was standing closely next to a good looking man who was just wearing his tight, white Y fronts. He was clearly completely erect. He would shortly take his underpants off and I would photograph him in the nude. And of course he was a man who had given me several finger induced orgasms and who I had masturbated until his cum shot over my boobs. There was no way it seemed to me that the atmosphere between us could be anything other than highly sexually charged.

"Let's get on" I said quickly not trusting myself in such close proximity to him although really that shouldn't be the case for we were no longer model and client, but business partners.

Despite that, after I had taken a series of shots of him with his cock covered by him holding his Y fronts over it then, inspirationally from me I thought, with him holding a black, lacy thong I took from the kit bag over it and then with him side and back on, when I shot him showing his hard on I became acutely aroused. As indeed I think he did for smiling he said cheekily.

"When you going to ask Sam?"

"Ask what?"

"Do you do extras?"

*

Both the setting up of the business and the fitting out of the studio went well and progressed quickly. Rich handled most of the details leaving me to get on with my studies and modelling. As I posed now I paid far more attention to what the better photographers were doing particularly with angles and lighting, I read a lot, mainly on the net, about focusing and other techniques and I pored over every boutique site I could find making notes on my iPad; I was learning a lot. However, one thing was really bugging me and that was meeting Moira, Mac's wife. And that had been arranged for a few days' time.

"What have you told Moira about me?" I had asked Rich just after we had both cum in Sandra's studio when I finished the shoot.

"How do you mean?"

"Well where did you tell her we met."

"Oh as a model, at a studio. The boudoir thing is her idea, getting it going and finding a lady photographer was my job. She is very much the boss in our relationship." 

He told me that they had both been divorced, that he had one child and Moira had none and that they had lived together for about six years now,

"Why is she interested?"

"Well some guy approached her and asked if we wanted to provide facials, make-up, hair dos and other stiff for a boudoir studio. "She can see a lot of money in it."

I realised why when I had seen our price list. The budget package which is a two-hour one person shoot with one photographer and no extras, beauty stuff that is, was three hundred and fifty pound. However, that escalated upwards very rapidly with a variety of levels to over two thousand pounds for an all-day session that included for a couple hair, facial, make-up, massage, hire of costumes, two photographers using still and video cameras. 

I had doubted that we would get couples paying that until Rich reminded me when we reviewing the studio before signing off with the builders.

"Look within a few miles of the studio there are literally hundreds, probably thousands of City boys earning more money than they can spend."

I went along with his, or their really, business plan.

As we fiddled around with the amazing control panel that looked after the lights, backdrops, music, laptop download and the fifty inch plasma I asked.

"Rich how much does she know about er, um the extras?"

"Best keep that to ourselves luv, you know what partners are like."

Moira was staggeringly beautiful. Tall, probably five ten, she was wonderfully slim with what I thought were the longest legs I had ever seen. She had ash blonde hair that was beautifully cut, was made up perfectly and she was dressed impeccably. She was wearing a pair of tan trousers that fitted her very snugly particularly over her pert bum that was shown off perfectly to its sensual delight. Despite her height she was wearing strappy heels without tights or stocking so her feet and her toes with the crimson painted nails were bare. On top she was wearing a tight, white cotton blouse that had buttons all the way. She had the confidence in herself that I lack other than in front of the camera, to have probably one too many undone. That meant she continually flashed the spectacular cleavage that a likely pair of D cup boobs produces. Given her slim frame I wondered whether they had received a little help!

Rick had called the meeting at the studio for her to give it her approval and to review the bookings that had so far come from the brilliant and very erotic website Rich had commissioned. 

I felt very intimidated by this forty something, beautiful and formidable business-woman. I just hoped against hope she never found out that in addition to the hand relief I had given her partner on several occasions, I had given him a blow job at the last but one session and then had let him fuck me when our roles had been reversed.

"So Sam we meet at last" she said after Rich had introduced us. Holding my hand she kissed me on both cheeks.

"Yes hi Moira."

"I've heard a lot about you and I am looking forward to us being partners" she said looking deep onto my eyes and holding onto my hand.

'Fuck is she bi' I thought to myself realising how much she was like Stephanie, the post graduate at Bristol who had taken my lessie cherry.

We had a good look round the studio with all of us agreeing it was great; everything worked and the place looked good.

"Well a toast" Moira said pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge and three glasses from her huge 'wags bag.'

We drank the bubbly as we reviewed the response to the website. We had received over one hundred responses, Rich told us adding. "Although quite a few, thirty or so are just thrill seekers."

"Still that leaves seventy that aren't doesn't it" Moira suggested?

Rich advised that he was following them all up and confirmed several sessions. He had set up an on-line diary for me so that he wouldn't have to keep contacting me for my availability.

"So everything seems to be going well" Moira said. "You ok with things Sam?"

"Yes I am, but I am still a little worried about couple sessions. Are many of the enquiries from couples Rich?

"Yes there's fifteen."

"Bloody hell."

"What's the matter?" Rich said looking concerned.

"I am worried about couple's sessions."

"Why?"

"Well I have never done any."

"Oh I see, shit."

"Maybe we could offer a couple of freebies" I suggested.

"Well we do that sort of thing with apprentices in the salons" Moira suggested. 

"But that sounds a bit tacky in boudoir" Rich said glumly.

"Do we have a breakdown on the preferences for male or female or both."

"Most are for you Sam, a few want both, but none just me."

"Hmmmm, dodgy then."

"Look" Moira said. Walking to Rich and then me leaning forward and filling up our glasses and giving me full view down the front of her blouse. "How about practising on Rich and me. Why didn't we think of that before?"

We chatted about it for a while realising that it really was the perfect solution.

"I have a couple of customers I have to look after now, but I am free all evening if you two are."

*

If the session with Rich had aroused me to the point where I doubted my suitability for boudoir photography seeing him with Moira gave me even greater doubts. As we went through the session I just hoped fervently that I would have the resolve not to let events escalate as they had with just him to the extent that at the last I had willingly let him fuck me. It had seemed so much more normal having sex with a business partner than a punter and I didn't get paid!

Moira was even more gorgeous in her underwear. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, nothing else. It was made from a very fine, flesh coloured lace with silk inserts. I recognised it as being La Perla for I look at most of the lingerie sites and buy quite a lot online; after all a working girl has to have all the gear doesn't she? I knew that the delicate set would have cost her at least a hundred pounds for that was the reason I didn't buy that brand, Agent Provocateur or Jane Reger, lovely and very sexy though they all are! 

If there is such a thing she was a natural model. She took up poses and positions that showed off her assets to the best, her eyes seemed to burn into the camera and she simply oozed sex appeal.

"I guess I would like to start in underwear" she had said after we had agreed we would role-play a customer couple. "And why don't you Rich just take your shirt off."

I took a few with them embracing, her kissing his chest and his hands on her pert bum and gloriously long, shapely legs.

We stood and looked at them on the laptop. They were pretty good, but needed softer lighting and a less sharp focus.

I adjusted the lights and camera and we got going again.

I let them select the positions and what they wanted to do. I got shots of them kissing, of Moira sucking Rich's nipples and of her undoing his zip. As he took his jeans off so he was just in his Y fronts, it was obvious that he was at least half-erect. He looked gorgeous and I felt those feelings I'd had at our last session welling up in me.

"Well? Glad I have still got that effect on you darling" Moira smiled placing her hand right on his bulge. She was wearing a massive diamond and that made for a smashing shot as she rested her fingers on his erection.

Suddenly remembering that she was role-playing she looked over her shoulder at me and said. "Is this ok Sam?"

"Yes of course, after all it's your shoot."

"Mmmmm yes so it is darling" she whispered running her fingers along the enlarging lump.

I was firing off shots very quickly recording every movement and facial expression.

"Maybe we should check what we have" I croaked feeling hugely aroused.

"Good idea, I need a break" Moira said. "I assume you have stocked the fridge Rich."

"Yes help yourself" he said as she strolled into the little kitchen her hips swaying and the cheeks of her bum wobbling spectacularly. I got several shots.

"OK?" Rich whispered.

"Yes, she really is a gorgeous isn't she?"

"Mmmm yes I guess she is" he replied as Moira walked back into the studio holding a bottle of champagne and three glasses. I took a few more shots of her.

Standing close together Moira opened the wine and poured us each a glass. With Rich near to me on one side his erection still very evident and Moira if anything even closer on the other side her spectacular breasts almost touching my arm I was acutely aware of the rising sexual tempo.

"Let me see if I can get them on the plasma, I'm not sure it's working though."

There was an audible gasp that I realised came from me and a 'Holy shit' from Rich when a shot of Moira caressing Rich's hard on came up in the massive screen. They looked fantastic, so happy and ultra-raunchy.

"I'll put it on film show so we can see them one by one" Rich said.

Moira moved closer and put her hand on my shoulder. As she did her breasts pressed against my upper arm. 

"Well done Sammi I think we have got a real business here" she said as I imagined she was pressing her boobs rather more firmly against me. I was wearing loose top with spaghetti straps so my arms and much of my chest and back were bare. As is often the case I hadn't bothered with a bra.

"They are fucking marvellous Sam" Rich said leaning over and kissing me. "Well done, but I knew they would be."

"Shall we finish now or do you want some more?" I asked.

"Well I think you should do some nudes Sam" Rich said.

"Fucking exhibitionist" Moira smiled. "But I think he's right."

"Ok let's start with you finishing undressing each other."

"Hang on let me fix the screen so it shows what you take."

"Pull Moira to you" Rich I said. "So her back is to me." They did that. "Now let me get a few with your hands on her bum if that's ok Moira."

"Of course it is honey." 

My gaze was flicking from the camera to Moira and Rich in person and then to their image on the big screen. The combination of views was amazing and very arousing.

"Open your legs a little Moira."

"Now Rich undo her bra.........................................Turn round Moira, keep the bra hanging on your boobs and look right at the camera......................................... Put your hands on Moira's tummy Rich and now Moira staring at me and the camera pull that gorgeous Perla bra away from your gorgeous tits."

Her breasts were awesome and were, I realised, manufactured rather than natural.

*

The first few projects were straightforward. Young girls, late teens and early twenties posing for presents for their blokes. I did 

them by myself. They were all very easy, with only one wanting nudes and none asking for anything verging on explicit. Rich did a few blokes, then I did one cocky bastard who was only in it for the extras; I refused. After, I wondered whether I should have said no for what was the difference between a model providing them and a photographer? Food for thought.

Our first couple was due. They were a good-looking pair in their mid-thirties. She had a nice figure and his body was fit and muscular I was to do it by myself and I was ok with that. 

Although I had been nervous as undoubtedly they were it went well. I made a few cock ups, but they didn't notice or care and at the end were pleased and very grateful.

The bookings were coming in thick and fast and I was busier than I really wanted, but the profits we were making were huge, so school had to suffer.

We were averaging two couple sessions a week and they tended to follow a pattern as, indeed, so did the clients. Whilst there was the odd 'older' couple in their late thirties and forties, most were late twenties city boys who, thankfully had more money than sense. Also that meant mainly evening sessions, which suited me better.

Generally we started with a few of them fully dressed, then some underwear stuff.

"Would you like some of you undressing each other?" I would ask.

I might have the girl kneeling pulling his boxers down shot from the side, back and front, him removing her bra and then a rear shot of her as he rolled her panties down.

"Do you want nudes?" I would ask.

Usually, they would look at each a little sheepishly and say.

"Yes please."

I would then dim and filter the lights a bit and ask if they would like a glass of wine as they got ready?"

"Ok we're ready" I would call out to them in the small dressing or, in their case undressing, room.

They would come out into the softly lit centre of the studio naked. I would take a few of them individually then together holding hands, from behind and full frontal and then embracing from all angles. They would kiss and cuddle as I shot away. I would pose them standing, sitting and then lying on the bed.

"Ok let's have a break and check them out shall we?" I would ask logging the laptop onto the plasma.

We would stand closely together, both of them still naked sipping our second drinks with some lovely classical music playing as the plasma revved up.

"Oh my God" the guy might say when their images came up on the screen. 

That was the way such sessions generally went. There was one, though that went slightly differently.

They were in their late twenties I imagined and very Essex; he was a foreign exchange trader with Barclays she was a typical Essex chick; orange tan, fake boobs, hair extensions and legs that went right up to her somewhat oversized, but not too unsightly bum.

"Wow" she chimed in. "They are fab, thanks a bundle Sam."

"'ow much longer we got?" He asked me in his very Essex accent dropping his aitches and sounding very 'fink and fort.'

"Not long five minutes at the most, I'm afraid."

"Any chance of anovver 'alf hour or so?" The guy asked, his cock seeming to twitch a bit.

"I'm sorry we have another appointment."

"Ok leave it then."

"Did you have something particular in mind?" I asked.

"Well we had talked about er, um going a little further, if you get my drift?"

"You mean have sex?"

"Yeah would you do that?"

"Of course, would you like video as well?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to make a booking now?"

*

I discussed it with Rich and Moira at our weekly meeting.

We agreed that we would need to be careful, but that we would do it. However, we would vet carefully any couples who wanted us to do that for if it got around we could be looked on in a similar way to massage parlours. 

Vince and Jane confirmed the booking for a few days- time at two in the afternoon.

"I've always fort an afternoon shag is so much sexier than one at night" Vince had said when I called to confirm the time.

We had agreed that I would take the stills and Rich the video. I had made the bed up with black silk sheets.

Vince and Jane were on time. 

"Fucking 'ell" Vince said when he saw the bed. "Looks fab as you will gal when you get your bare arse and big tits on it."

"All talk you are" Jane replied.

They undressed and came out to us naked. They looked good and my mouth went dry as I watched them walk hand in hand towards the bed. Vince was well built with an overall good body although he did have a small 'spare tyre' round his waist. Jane was nicely rounded beneath the waist and had oversized blown up boobs that didn't move much.

Rich had two video cams set up on tripods and was holding another that was focused on the two bums as they wiggled away from us. I got snapping away taking loads of shots of their bums; most like that.

They lay on the bed on their sides and kissed and embraced. It was very loving and affectionate. It was also hugely erotic. I got shot after shot as Vince's hands wandered over Jane's body slowly focusing more and more on her breasts and buttocks. As she got used to the camera so she joined in as well and held and stroked Vince's cock that was stunningly hard. I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused as I watched her lovingly stroke and rub her partner's rampant dick and as Vince's fingers slid inside her wet pussy that I was able to capture from several angles.




Boudoir Photography



He rolled on top of her.

"Ready babe?"

"Yes I am."

It was an amazingly erotic sight to see her legs open and watch as her boy-friend entered her. He started fucking her and immediately she was grunting and groaning. He thrust harder and faster showing little patience or technique although that didn't seem to bother Jane at all. It really was a bit of a 'wham, bang and thank you ma'am' type of sex, although neither of them seemed to mind. Her head was going from side to side, her eyes were closed and she was gasping for air. Lifting her legs up she wrapped them round his waist giving me some hugely sexy shots of his cock buried deep inside her.

They climaxed together. They were both noisy and seemed to enjoy it immensely, but surprised me by not wanting to do it again.

"Would you like to see some shots or some of the video?" I asked.

"No better get off ta" Vince said.

When they had left, Rich and I had a glass of wine. He fed the video from the hand held camera through the laptop and onto the plasma. Taking the shots had been hugely arousing, but watching the video on the large screen was, if anything even more so.

We sat side by side on the end of the bed looking at the screen. Our shoulders were touching. Rich rested his fingers on my knee. It felt good.

"Did you enjoy it Sam?" He asked softly stroking my knee. Even through the denim of my jeans it felt nice.

"Yes did you?" 

"Other than photographing you and having extras for the first time with you, it was one of the sexiest scenes I have ever witnessed."

"Really?" I asked as his hand slid up my leg a little way.

"What about when I had extras from you?"

"Well that too" he said now stroking me further up my leg.

"You know you shouldn't be doing that don't you Rich?"

"Of course I do, but then you shouldn't be letting me do it should you?

"No of course I shouldn't."

He turned his face towards me and we kissed. His fingers were stroking slightly inside my closed legs.

"God that has made me so fucking frisky Sam."

"So it seems" I replied reaching down and pushing his hand away.

"Hasn't it you?"

"That's for me to know isn't it?"

"Yes and for me to find out" he responded putting his hand back where it had been on my leg just a few inches down from my crotch. "Isn't it Sam?"

"Yes I guess it is" I replied as he rubbed my leg a little more firmly.

"And that's precisely what I want to do Sammi?"

"What is?" I replied enjoying both the banter and the feel of his fingers on my thigh.

"Find out how horny it has made you feel."

I couldn't tell him that my heart had been pounding all the time we had been filming Jane and Vince.

"And how do you propose doing that?"

"I'm not sure yet" he said pushing my hair away and kissing my neck. "Half of me thinks you might tell me" he said pushing his fingers down the inside of my thigh, but being stopped by my other leg.

"Now why would I tell you that?"

"Because my lovely little English blonde I think you found it as horny as I did."

"Really?"

"And yes Sammi, I know your nipples went as hard as fucking pebbles, I saw that and I bet you were wetting yourself as well."

"Don't."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to, we shouldn't."

"Shouldn't what?" He asked licking my neck and pushing harder on where my legs were pressed together.

"Anything" I groaned, aware that I was on a loser.

"And you know my cock was like a fucking rock all the way through."

"Stop Rich."

"No Sammi, I want to fuck you."

"No we mustn't there's Moira."

"Fuck Moira, I want you" he went on pressing even more enquiringly with his fingers.

"We musn't."

"Yes we can."

"No she's your wife."

I was trying to act responsibly and be fair to Moira, but it was so hard. I mean Rich and I had been lovers before I even knew Moira so it seemed different somehow.

"So?"

"You shouldn't cheat on her."

"Grow up Sam everyone cheats."

"Oh fuck Rich please stop" I sighed as he pushed the tip of his tongue into my ear and stroked my thigh.

"I can't stop Sam, you and what we have just filmed have got me going too much to stop as I know it has you."

"It hasn't."

"Oh yes it has babe" he went on his spare hand running up and down my spine inside my top. "You want it as much as I do don't you?"

"No" I lied.

"Tell me the truth you sexy little bitch."

"I am."

"No you aren't I bet your tits are pounding and those lovely nipples are as hard as bullets" he went on sliding his arm round me and grasping my boob and nipple. "See you're like a bitch in heat aren't you?"

"No Rich, no I'm not."

His hand on my boob was doing lovely things to me and his fingers squeezing my thigh were so suggestive.

"I know you Sammi, remember that. Remember I have sucked and fucked you and you want that again don't you?"

"No, Rich, no we can't anymore."

"Oh yes we can and you want to be fucked as much as I want to fuck you."

His words were now getting to me and doing almost as much to me as were his hands.

Grabbing my wrist he pulled my hand towards him and pushed it against the bulge in his jeans.

"Tell me you don't want that."

"No, no."

"Go on Sam say you don't want my cock. Tell me you don't want it up that lovely cunt of yours."

"Oh God Rich" I groaned my fingers as if with a will and mind of their own closing round his erection.

"You want me to fuck you don't you?"

"Rich don't please?"

"Tell me, show me" he went on as he thrust his cock towards my hand and pushed his fingers into the crease between my tightly closed thighs. "Show me you little tart, show how much you want me to fuck you."

"Leave it Rich" I groaned with hardly any conviction."

"Tell me you want to be fucked."

I knew I was losing, my resolve was vanishing as my desire for him and to be fucked increased, but somehow I couldn't say it. I couldn't ask him to fuck me; I had never asked that of anyone.

"Come on baby your cunt must be overflowing with your juices for me. Show me, tell me."

It was terrible, but still I couldn't say it.

"Show me Sam, show me" he implored probing more with his fingers.

All my resistance had gone. There was only one thing now filling my mind. My need for sexual satisfaction, nothing else existed.

I looked at him and said very softly.

"Does this show you Rich" as I slowly opened my legs so that he could get his hand between them.

We were quickly naked and fucking in the middle of the bed with the black sheets. Although quick and urgent it was a good fuck. It started with us on our sides, then me on my back and then me on top of him.

"Get astride me Sam, let me get to those tits" he groaned pulling me so I sat up straddling him. 

With his hands gripping my tits I started to ride him. I was pumping up and down when we both heard it at the same time. The door opening. The footsteps across the foyer and then across the studio sounded so loud. I turned and there was Moira staring at us.

"Oh fuck" I groaned as her eyes seemed to bore into me.

"Very nice" she said looking as cool as anything. "Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"



Boudoir Photography



My young lover and I immortalise our affair being photographed.

*

"I am so sorry Cat," he said unnecessarily and rather annoyingly.

"There's no need to be, it had to happen, we both knew that."

Julian had just told me that he was getting married. I had known, of course, ever since we had started our crazy affair that it was on the cards. After all, that is what twenty-four year olds do, they get married. But not to forty-four year old, married women with two children like me. No, they marry nineteen or twenty year old, stick insect thin young women. After all, that is the way of the world isn't it? That is the way things are, the status quo and what society expects.

We had been having an affair for almost six months. Well affair is rather overstating it. To be blunt, we had been fucking each other for that time. That's all. It was not really an affair. We did not go out, have dates or see each other in restaurants or anywhere. No, Julian came to my house when my husband was away, which is an awful lot, and we fucked. It was as straightforward as that, well we also fucked in other places, but that's another story. It was what I needed and what he wanted. An older woman needing to experience the vigour of youth before it was too late and a young man wanting to enjoy the experience of an older woman before marriage. A perfect situation. And for the past few months, that is exactly what we had shared and enjoyed. 

We had met at the children's hospice where I do voluntary work and where Julian was doing a year of his internship as part of his final studies to be a doctor. He came from Gloucestershire and knew few people in Hertfordshire where I lived and where the hospice was located. We got on very well, too well I suppose for soon after meeting we were having coffees together, then lunch and then drinks after work and then dinner. 

I had the time and the opportunity to do this as my husband, Richard was nearly always working or away and both children were at university. Although Julian was engaged to be married, he also had the time and opportunity as his fiancée still lived in Gloucestershire and worked for British Air as cabin crew on long haul.

Coffees in the canteen, lunch in a nearby restaurant or at the gym we both visited and even drinks after work in the pub next door to the hospice were all, sort of ok. True, we were sailing a little close to the wind and were probably causing a few rumours, but it was totally defensible, it was all part of, or associated with, work. Dinner was different, that was not part of work and was not really defensible. It was outside work and was not something I could tell anyone about without them raising their eyebrows. Deep down I knew I should not have accepted his invitation and that I did, I put down to loneliness. I knew, though that was really an excuse and that there were other reasons. One I was pissed off at Richard for travelling so much, two I suspected he might be having an affair, three I was continually sexually frustrated and four I simply enjoyed Julian's company. At the time we had our first dinner, I had no thoughts of us having an affair.

When I try justifying those crazy, yet wonderful few months, I blame Richard. Well that is the easy option. In this case, it is almost true. Really, though, I have no one to blame other than myself, Julian and the circumstances.

Julian and Richard had met at a couple of fund raising functions at the hospice. I spoke of him quite a lot to Richard and he agreed that I could invite Julian to our house for dinner. I was excited preparing dinner and getting ready and even more so when Julian arrived looking very nice in a crisp, long sleeved white shirt and beige, linen trousers. We were having a drink in the little secluded courtyard at the back of my house when Richard rang and said that he would be late, but would ring again with progress.

I held up the dinner and Julian and I finished the bottle of wine. Richard rang again and said that he would not be home as they were in negotiations that would run late and start early the next day.

"I'll stay at the flat," he told me, obviously completely forgetting about our guest.

I was almost in tears when I explained that to Julian who replied.

"Ah well, never mind I have you all to myself then."

How it all happened I am not sure, but seeing that I was near to tears he held me. Looking back, it seemed to be such an easy transition from being held and consoled about my uncaring husband to being kissed and caressed by an eager suitor; from having no thoughts of doing anything sexual to being undressed by him and from not for one moment considering committing adultery to being fucked three times that evening by my young buck

*

"I've got an idea," he said, as we lay side by side naked on the bed in my main guest room just after he had told me he was getting married. Although I had become attuned to committing adultery with him and had accepted that we had to do that most of the time at my house, I still was not comfortable having sex with him in my marital bed, well most of the time that is!

"What's that?" I asked with little real interest as he slid his hand over my shoulder and down my chest so that his fingers stroked across the swell of my full boob.

"Let's do some boudoir photography as a memento."

Again that did not interest me that much for I assumed he meant him taking photos of me as I had shown him Richard did of me.

"You've got loads of me," I told him.

"No I mean both of us together, in a studio."

"What you and me?"

"Yes and a photographer."

I got what he meant. "How far would you envisage us going?"

"How far would you go Cat?" He said putting it neatly back into my court.

Richard and I had been using photography for some time as a boost to our waning sex life. It worked well, temporarily that is for we rarely ended a session without having great sex, often on the floor of our lounge or bedroom. It did not last though, for once we were back to normal after the session and he was working his murderous hours as a corporate lawyer in London or travelling, to and from America, sex fell off his radar, well at least with me it did!

I had taken some time to agree to Richard's persuasive arguments to 'get my kit off' for the camera. It just did not seem right. Flaunting myself to him and his intrusive camera seemed very over the top; respectable, middle class, lawyers wives just did not do such things. Well so, I thought until I did it. After a while, I found I loved it. It uncovered something in me, an exhibitionist streak that made me want to make love to the camera and in my mind be fucked by the lens. 

Julian's idea interested me. I now enjoyed being photographed and had even posed for a few for him that he took with his Samsung phone. I had overcome both my embarrassment at undressing in front of the camera and worrying that they might get into the wrong hands. I had even sent some out to guys I had met when I had been a bit of a chat room junky a couple of years ago. I saw no risk with Julian. I trusted him and nearly loved him, feelings that I felt were mutual; if only I was twenty years younger, I often thought! He came from a very rich, near aristocratic family and was about to marry a childhood sweetheart who came from a similar background. So not to put too fine a point on it, he had as much, if not more to lose than I did if any photos of us together went astray.

"You sure you would like that?" I asked turning and kissing him as I ran my fingertips down his flat six-pack.

"Absolutely. You know what a buzz I get stripping for you and doing it in the car or where we might be seen."

"True" I smiled thinking of the times we had sex in the open air, in a shop doorway, against a tree and in his or my car.

"We are both exhibitionists aren't we?" He smiled taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking it.

"Do you know someone?" I asked.

"What as a boudoir photographer?"

"Yes."

"No of course not."

"Oh I just wondered whether you and Penny had used one."

"I wish."

"Well maybe another time."

"It will be easy to find one, get your iPad."

We had a fun twenty minutes or so looking them up and found several in north London that were convenient to St. Albans where I lived, but not too close for there to be a chance of seeing anyone we knew.

"Leave it to me, I'll find one and let you know."

"I have got a short list of three," Julian told me a few days later as we lay in the back of my Rangerover one afternoon after having sex in a field just a few miles outside St Albans.

"Three what?" I asked struggling to put my knickers back on in the confined space.

"Boudoir photographers," he replied.

To be truthful I had almost forgotten that he was looking for someone to photograph us.

"Ok" I replied pulling them up.

"Er two are men and one's a female, what do you think?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well would you prefer a man or woman to take them?"

I had not given that any thought and really did not have a preference. "Let's look at their work and choose on the basis of that shall we?"

I logged onto my iPad and still with my breasts bare and with Julian's jeans round his ankles, we looked at the three. To me there was no contest for the work by the woman was far superior to the other two. I told him that.

"Yes I thought so too, but was not sure you would be happy with a woman."

"Really?" I said smiling at him. "You underestimate me."

"Cat, what are you saying?" He asked clearly interested in the bi or lesbian connotations of what I had said.

"Never mind," I said. "Let's go with Meg, her work seems far better than the other two."

Looking at her website both with Julian and by myself I really was impressed with what I saw. From 'working' with Richard, I had begun to appreciate some of the finer points of glamour photography. I admired her posing of both men and women for she adopted a 'less is more' approach often just hinting at sexual enticement with perhaps half a nipple showing, a bulge in a pair of tight CKs or a few strands of pubic hair on a man or a woman. Her lighting and focusing were excellent and her choice of costumes and props was outstanding. On top of that, Meg Davis was an attractive, probably mid-thirties, willowy blonde with hair that came half way down her back and slim legs that seemed to go so far up they nearly met it.

*

"So tell me as much or as little as you wish about the story behind the posing" the photographer asked as we sat at her kitchen table in her small terraced house in Camden Town. 

She had suggested a drink and a chat before we started telling us. "We have bags of time, I don't work to time limits" as she lit a Gauloises

"How do you work then?" I asked impressed by her openness and, I have to admit, beauty and sexiness. 

"To get the job done and tell the story," she replied seeing me looking at her cigarette and offering me one. I could hardly believe that I accepted as I had not had a ciggy for about a year, but I was hellishly nervous. I coughed when the strong French smoke hit my lungs.

"What story"? Julian asked.

"Your story."

"How do you know there is one?" I asked. 

"There's always a story when a couple come here" she replied looking from Julian to me and back again.

"I see" Julian replied looking at me.

I nodded.

"Well we are er, um splitting up so this is a memento," he explained.

"May I ask why?" Meg said standing and leaning forward and topping up our glasses with white wine. As she did, her shirt gaped and both Julian and I saw right down her front. Her breasts were small, but very pert and her nipples looked to be erect as I suspected mine were too. Her bum in the tight, tight jeans looked as pert as her tits, she was certainly a good looker and so frustratingly slim.

"Well..." Julian said again looking at me for confirmation. "I er, um."

"He's getting married" I intervened stubbing my cigarette out.

"And I take it" Meg said. "You have been having an er um," she paused smiling. "Fling shall we say?"

"Yes we have, but it's more than that," Julian ventured.

"And you Cat are you in a relationship?" She asked her eyes seeming to bore into mine.

"Yes Meg I am, I have been married for over twenty odd," I replied holding her gaze. She nodded, smiled and asked. 

"Children?"

"Yes two at uni."

"And husband, what's the problem?"

I was rather put out by her frank and enquiring questioning, but working on the basis that we would never see her again, I thought 'what the hell!'

"He works too long and is away too much."

"So loneliness kicks in."

"Yes."

She went on and asked Julian some probing questions gaining the admission that deep down he was not sure he really loved Penny. "After all we have been together since we were at school and I have had no other real girl-friends," he told her, something he had mentioned to me as well.

Smiling and lighting another cigarette Meg said. "And of course the mystery of the older woman kicks in doesn't it?"

Seeming satisfied that she had got 'the story' she said. "I assume you have looked at my website."

We told her that we had and she then asked. "Have you discussed how far you want to go?"

"What do you mean?" I unnecessarily and rather naively asked.

"Well full or partially nude, open leg stuff for you Cat and with a hard on for you Julian for instance?" She said as coolly as if asking something very ordinary.

I had not thought about 'beaver' shots and quite frankly was not that keen, even Richard and I had not taken many like that. 

"I think we are both ok with partial and fully nude, yes Cat?" Julian said. I nodded.

"And what about having sex?" Meg asked in a very matter of fact manner.

I knew this would come up as she wrote about it on her site and showed some very tasteful shots on there of couples doing it. Julian and I looked at each other. Smiling he said.

"Can we play that by ear?"

"Of course" Meg replied looking at both of us. "Do you just want stills or a video as well?"

"A video of what?" Julian asked.

"Of whatever you want. Clients tend to have one if they make love."

"Well again let's play that by ear, ok?"

Both Meg and I nodded.

"Ok let me set the studio up, it's through there," she said pointing at a door in the corner. "Why don't you undo your blouse Cat and remove your bra, I take it you did not bring any outfits with you?"

"No, should we have?" I asked looking at Julian who simply shrugged.

"It's up to you, some customers like lots of sexy underwear stuff, others are not interested."

Thinking of the loads of shot of me that Richard had taken in many different underwear outfits, some of which I had given to Julian, I said.

"Well as the shots are intended to be a memento of our affair I don't think we need the embellishment of sexy underwear do we Julian?"

"No it's your body that should be the centrepiece."

"Perhaps both bodies should be that" Meg said as opening the door she said to Julian. "And perhaps your shirt unbuttoned to start with."

Having done what Meg suggested I stood with Julian in my white, cotton blouse unbuttoned all the way down the front, my blue jeans and white, mid-heel strappy shoes. It still being warm and my tan from Italy still colouring my legs I was not wearing tights and I had thought that stockings would be a little over the top. My vision for the photos was natural and naked, not all posed with erotic outfits.

"You look gorgeous Cat," Julian said closing the gap between us and kissing me. It felt good and the familiar smell of his Chanel aftershave that I knew would stay with me all my life filled my nostrils. Although I knew and always had known, that breaking up was inevitable, I was dreading next Wednesday when Julian was leaving the hospice and moving back the Cheltenham.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I said running my fingertips over his slighty hairy and beautifully smooth chest

"Do you want to go all the way?" He asked.

The idea of having sex with someone watching and recording everything on film sent a shudder through me; I could not think of anything more exciting, but I played it coy.

"I really don't' know Julian, what about you?"

"I think Cat," he said slowly then after pausing adding. "To fuck you as we are filmed could be the most exciting thing I have ever experienced. Yes my darling I would love to do that."

I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. "You absolute beauty."

"Why do you say that Cat? You up for it too?"

"I can't think of anything more horny" I grinned feeling his hard cock against me. I reached down and held it. "And it seems you can't either."

Meg started slowly. She took shots of me with the blouse undone and the edges of it caught on my nipples. She placed Julian behind me with his shirt also undone and his hands resting on my hips. She moved his hands so there were on my tummy his fingers stretching down toward my mound. She placed his hands on my breasts outside the blouse then inside.

"Get one of Cat's nipples between your fore and middle fingers," she told him. 

"No not with the fingertips, push the fingers further on so her nipple is nearer where the fingers join."

For each pose, she took several shots.

"Turn round Cat."

I did.

"Put your hands on her bottom Julian." She took a few shots. "Now grip it." She took more shots as he gripped and squeezed my bum cheeks. "Ok both turn round and let's have all those shots with Cat doing what Julian did."

She continued taking increasingly erotic shots of us, though still showing little of our intimate places.

"Ok Cat, let's lose the top now, but keep the jeans on, partial nudity can be so horny can't it?"

As I slipped the blouse off I saw her eyes focus onto my full tits. Was it the gaze of a photographer, I wondered, feeling a little shiver of excitement go through me?

"Hold your hands over them Cat, hide them from us," she said smiling and glancing at Julian added. "We don't really want to see them do we Julian?"

"No, not at all?" He smiled back

She took a few like that of me alone. "Now look down and look at the camera out of the top of your eyes as you hold those tits Cat." As she took a few more shots, she quietly went. "Mmmmm. Ok Julian your turn now you hold them like she did, standing behind her."

As he did that, I could feel his erection, he was fully hard, but then what could I expect.

"Right Cat, they were brilliant. Now put the blouse back on and let's lose the jeans."

I slipped them off and she looked appreciatively, or so it seemed at the white, lacy thong. "Mmmmm lovely Cat" Julian said.

She took a few with the blouse covering my boobs then fully open, but caught on my nipples, which tended to accentuate and draw attention to their hardness. 

"Ok Julian, stay behind Cat, put your arms round her waist and reach up and cup her boobs, but leave the blouse covering your hands. His hands on my tits in such a highly charged atmosphere felt amazing.

"Right now let's immortalise Cat's gorgeous bum shall we Julian?"

Given that Julian often spent ages stroking, kissing and licking it, Meg really had hit the nail on the head, I thought, wondering if his fiancée was into anal sex play.

"Right."

"So turn round Cat."

I did and could feel her and the lens gazing at my, what Richard once called my 'crowning feature; it really is as sensitive as it is round yet still at forty-six pert.

"Julian put your arm round her and pull her against you. No not full on like that, here let me show you."

Meg came up to us and taking me by the shoulders positioned me so that my right boob squashed against the right side of his chest just beneath his breast. She pulled Julian's arm round me and placed it right on the left cheek of my bum. Looking right into my eye, she then fluffed my honey-coloured up and pulled it so it framed my face and fell onto my shoulders.




Boudoir Photography



"Mmmm that's lovely," she said looking through the viewfinder of her Hasselblad digital, one of the most expensive cameras on the market. "And you look good too Julian" she said smiling as she added. "Like to adjust yourself so we see it in its full glory."

I did not understand at first, but then got that she meant for Julian to let his erection rear up his stomach. He did that. "Mmmmm that looks great Julian. Put your right hand on his chest Cat with your forefinger just touching his nipple. Smashing"

She fired away taking shots like that. "Ok Cat now clench your right fist and then lift your first finger and slip that into the waist of his trousers. Brilliant." She shot away for a while, maybe taking close ups, but I was not sure and, in any case I was enjoying being in Julian's arms.

"Now Cat slide your hand down and stroke that delicious looking lump in his trousers."

It felt good.

"And you Julian get your finger in the back of Cat's thong. Hold it there a mo; now pull it out from between her cheeks. Oh yes fucking brilliant. You sure you two are not pros?"

After each little session, Meg showed us the shots on a PC and asked if we were happy with them, which we were. The three of us huddled round the PC to look at the latest set, which were by far the most erotic that she had taken so far. Meg was standing between Julian and me, our hips were touching and I suspected that hers and Julian's were too. It was a very heavily charged atmosphere as we looked at ourselves, my breast squashed against Julian's chest, his hand pulling my thong out from between my cheeks and my hand holding the outline of his erection. It as a pose that clearly said, well it did to me. 'We are getting ready to fuck.'

"Great stuff guys" Meg said, adding. "Any requests?"

"No just more of the same" Julian said. "They really are great Meg, thanks."

Putting her arms round both of us, her bare fingers on my hip sending s little shiver through me she said. "And they will get even better when we get 'all yer kit' off, come on kids let's go."

She had Julian undo his zip a little, me pulling it down and then my hand inside all shot from behind me so, as she put it. "We can glory at Cat's ass."

She turned us round so that I was facing the camera, but Julian was covering most of my boobs so that just one nipple that inevitably was very hard was on view to the camera. She pulled his trousers down a little until the start of his crease was on view. "Put your forefinger just in it Cat." She took several like that and then helped Julian remove his trousers. She stood us side by side with our arms round each other. Julian's erection was very obvious in his tight Y fronts.

"Looks good Jules," she said shooting away. "Rub it Cat."

I did as she asked. I was now becoming very aroused as Julian clearly was as well.

"Slip your hand inside Cat and hold it."

"Jesus Meg, give us a break," Julian groaned.

"Why have a break?"

"Because, well you can see can't you?"

"Mmmm, yes I can, kneel Cat please."

I did as she asked.

"Now pull his pants away, no, no do it slowly. Shit, put them back where they were and start again, but do it very slowly. That's it spot on" she was saying as Julian's cock seemed to leap out of his underpants. It looked fucking gorgeous and I wanted it, badly. "Oh yes Cat, oh Julian, that's amazing she said quietly taking shots of his cock close to my face. "Push them down Cat, I don't think we need them any more do you?"

I did not reply. "Well Cat?" Meg persisted. "Do we?"

"No" I croaked as I peeled Julian's underpants down his legs and off.

His cock was just inches from my face. I was holding it, gazing at it and adoring it.

"What do you want to do Cat?" Meg asked quietly.

Again, I did not reply.

"Put your hands in her hair Julian, stroke and pull it. Well Cat what do you want to do with that gorgeous thing?"

"Suck it," I mumbled amazing myself at being so open in front of her.

"Louder Cat, what is it you want to do?"

"I want to suck it?" I croaked my hands involuntarily stroking Julian's awesome cock.

"You ok with that Julian?" Meg asked.

Julian muttered a garbled yes.

"Then do it Cat, suck Julian's dick as I photograph that for your memento!"

I could not believe that I was actually holding Julian's cock and kicking its length as Meg looked on and photographed me doing it. However, I was not only doing that, but also I was loving it.

"Sit on the floor Julian" Meg was saying. "Now lie down, keep his cock in your mouth Cat. Great, hold it like that," she said as Julian laid flat and I was still kneeling with his cock in my mouth. "No Cat, climb on let's have a girl on top sixty nine, open your legs Cat."

Totally unselfconsciously I straddled Julian' face and grunted with pleasure as I felt his tongue on me. He gripped my hips and pushed his tongue as far up me as he could get it; he knew I liked that. At the same time, I was pumping my face up and down on his cock. He found the same rhythm and we worked in unison.

"Cat, you had better stop, I am getting very near."

"Don't you dare" Meg said. "Keep going I want to see this."

I had started to cum almost as soon as he had started licking me. So now with the encouragement from Meg and the knowledge that Julian was going to climax as well I gave into my orgasm and I let that wash over me as I completed my blow job on my young lover. It felt as though he delivered loads into my mouth, but of course, it was only about the same as usual. As he filled my mouth with his sperm so I glanced up and saw Meg lying on the floor just a few feet from me recording the cum dribbling out of my mouth.

Julian collapsed on the floor next to me and shortly the three of us lay there staring at each other. Meg's eyes were boring into mine as she said softly.

"Swallow it slowly Cat so I can snap it."

Julian and I were both naked as we stood either side of Meg by the laptop watching the last series.

"God you two really are a horny pair aren't you," she said rather huskily as we watched me taking Julian into my mouth?

Although I was still very aroused, I began to feel a little self-conscious standing next to another woman who was fully dressed and had just photographed me sucking my lover's cock and swallowing his sperm. 

"I think the posing is getting to both of us, don't you Julian?"

"Yes I think it is" Julian replied smiling.

"Hey don't be so restrictive" Meg said smiling. "That was one of the sexiest shoots I have ever taken?"

"Really?" I asked.

"Absolutely Cat, you were both awesome. Any more thoughts on what next?"

I looked at Julian asking without speaking whether he wanted us to have sex. He guessed what I was asking and he smiled.

"Get the video cam loaded up Meg?"

"It's already loaded Julian" she said adding. "Come on let's get more comfortable."

She led us up the stairs and into a bedroom. "I use this for some of the more intimate stuff," she explained as we looked at what was the only piece of furniture in the room, a double bed. 

"And downstairs wasn't intimate?" Julian asked.

We all giggled as Meg drew the curtains and set up the lights. "Make yourselves comfortable while I get the cams," she said leaving the room.

"You ok with this Cat?" Julian asked taking me into his arms.

"Yes, very much, I think it's amazing. Well done and thanks for arranging it."

"It really is rather incredible isn't it?" he said as we kissed.

"Yes very."

"In some ways it's the sexiest thing I have ever done, know what I mean Cat?" 

"Totally and I agree."

"We should have done it before" he laughed. "It's the combination of being filmed and having an audience."

"Yes I know what you mean, but is it an audience or a tasty bird like Meg?"

Smiling, he replied as Meg came back with the cams and two tripods. "Both I guess."

"As you two are such naturals I thought I would push the boat out and use three cams. Two fixed and one that I will move around with."

"Ok thanks" Julian said.

"No problem, this way I will capture everything you do and I won't miss a thing" she replied as she glanced from Julian to me and back again. "Like another glass of wine? She asked.

We both said we would and she left us again.

"I bet you fancy her don't you?" I asked kissing him again and softly grinding myself against his clearly hardening cock. He did not reply, but kissed me harder and gripped the cheeks of my bum. "Don't you?" I persisted.

"Well of course in a way, but this is about us, not her."

"But now Julian she is becoming part of us isn't she?" I said just as Meg returned with a new bottle and three glasses for the wine.

She took a few shots of Julian and me sipping our wine and turned both cams on.

"Ok kids, just let go. Do what comes natural and I will just let the cams roll. I'll also take some shots as we go."

"Is there sound on it?" Julian asked.

"Yes, but don't worry I can easily edit that."

We lay on the bed and started to kiss and caress each other. As we did, I was conscious of the two cams on tripods and of course Meg who was moving round the bed her eye against the lens capturing our every move and gesture. It was really freaky and an incredible turn on as Julian slowly began to make love to me as Meg looked on and recorded everything.

He had been squeezing and caressing my breasts and pulling and pinching my nipples as I rubbed his stomach, bum and, of course, his lovely cock. He had slithered one of his hands down my body and between my legs that I opened to give him access to my pussy and clit. 

Since starting the affair with Julian, I have now and again cum very quickly. This was one of those times.

"Oh god" I moaned as I felt those wonderful sensations building up. "Oh yes" I went on as he rubbed my clit and pushed god knows how many fingers up me. He knew I was starting and he pumped them deeper and faster. Something made me open my eyes and I saw Meg kneeling on the bed with the cam focused right on Julian's fingers and my pussy. That was the final straw and my orgasm burst over me very powerfully. Although it was at the back of my mind, knowing that I was being filmed as I cum made my climax all the more intense.

Julian held me and consoled me as I came down from the sexual high he had given me.

"That was amazing guys," Meg said sitting on the edge of the bed and putting the cam down. "Want to take five?"

"No" Julian replied quickly, let's keep going. I want to make love"

"Ok you are the client, but let me ask Julian if you cum now how long will it take for the second round?"

"Fuck Meg, with Cat in my arms and you photographing us not long at all."

She smiled. "Good, but before you two fuck can we get some tape time of you going down on Cat please? You ok with that Cat?"

"Oh yes" I sighed relishing the idea.

"It will make sure we have covered everything," she said as I lay back, raised my knees, opened my legs and wallowed in the glorious sensations of his mouth on my pussy and clit. With Meg very close and Julian using his mouth and lips to perfection, my second cumming did not take long.

"Wonderful, shall we take five now, refuel the glasses?" Meg said turning the cams and lights off.

Julian and I sat up on the bed as Meg went and got the wine and glasses.

"Enjoying it?" She asked when she returned and was sitting on the edge of the bed sipping her wine.

"It's fantastic, we should have done it before, shouldn't we Cat?"

"Yes without a doubt. Perhaps you should do it with your fiancée?"

"True, but what about you and Richard?"

"He would never do it."

"Might if you ask him."

"We'll see," I said stroking his leg.

I looked down and saw that he was still wonderfully hard.

"Maybe we should do something about that," I suggested.

"I think that would be marvellous" Julian replied.

"How are you going to do it?" Meg asked adding. "So that I can set the lights and cams properly."

"Have we got time for twice?" Julian asked as casually as if he was enquiring about a drink or meal.

"I told you luv that I don't work to time, I work to the finish. How long do you take?"

It was quite odd to be sitting on a bed naked with my young lover soon to be ex, and another woman talking in a relaxed manner about how I was going to make love to him, what position and how long between them: odd, but very exciting.

"Cat, what do you reckon?" Meg asked looking at me.

"Half hour, forty minutes usually?"

"But with us both here, me shooting you and him and perhaps a little encouragement from us?" Meg said her fingers idly fiddling with the top button that was done up on her shirt. It was a very sexy gesture, particularly as she was looking right into my eyes at the time. I could not help thinking what beautiful eyes she had. Perfect almond shape, they were a lovely brown with long, natural lashes.

I laughed. "Twenty minutes max then, right Jules?"

Smiling, Julian ran his fingertips up and down his erection and said. "What sort of encouragement did you have in mind Meg?"

Without further ado, she undid the button she was fiddling with. That was between her boobs and just left two more beneath it done up. Looking down at her fingers undoing them she said, lifting her head and looking at us. She paused before adding slowly and quietly

"Something along these lines, ok?"

I was shocked, yet excited and the look on Julian's face suggested he felt the same, but probably rather more the latter than the former. Julian and I looked at each other and then back to Meg. Her shirt was now undone all the way down the front with the edges caught on her nipples so that some of each mound was on show.

"Wow Meg" Julian said in almost a gasp.

"I like to get in character, I find it helps my creativity at such times" she went on removing the shirt completely.

Julian and I simply stared at her, partly in awe of her lovely body and partly from curiosity as to why she had removed her shirt.

"Shall we get going?" She said walking across the room, turning on the lights and the two tripod based cams.

I could not help thinking how lovely she looked. Her upright posture and tall, slimness gave her a statuesque look. As she moved, her breasts jiggled and her pert, rounded bottom in the skin-tight jeans swayed very enticingly. With Julian and I naked and his erection so close to me, it really was an intensely erotic situation. I felt very horny and could hardly wait to be fucked, particularly with Meg as an onlooker and recorder.

Julian and I lay on the bed. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed. We ground our naked bodies together knowing this would be one of the last times we made love. He had left the hospice and was returning to Cheltenham in a few days. I was sad, but that was relieved partly by knowing it was the right thing to do, but also by what we were doing with Meg; it really was turning out to be the perfect way to say goodbye to each other!

Easing me onto my back and slipping between my thighs his cock nuzzled against my pussy lips. My eyes were closed, but something made me open them and saw Meg standing right beside the bed holding the cam. Her eyes and the lens of the camera focusing on me was a tremendous turn on. She smiled and I smiled back. As Julian slid into me, we stared at each other. I watched her place the cam on a tripod and as Julian started thrusting in and out of me, I saw her cup each of her small breast and caress them. She moved round the bed that for photographic convenience purposes was in the middle of the room.

"Oh my god" I heard Julian say as he saw her.

Standing to the side of the bed so that as we made love we could both watch her.

"Ok guys?" She asked.

"Oh yes" Julian groaned.

Meg looked at me. "Cat" she asked quietly raising her eyebrows?

I nodded and she carried on playing with her breasts and pinching and pulling her nipples.

Julian was fucking me with long, slow deep surges. The modest pace of our lovemaking enabled both of us to watch her. She moved her hands from her boobs and her fingers went to the zip on her jeans. She looked down at them as Julian and I stared at her fingers, which were slowly easing the zip down. It seemed to take an age for her to get it all the way down so she showed us that firstly, she had not bothered with any panties and secondly, that she was completely bald down there. Pushing her jeans down and shrugging them off she moved towards the bed and just as Julian and I climaxed she whispered.

"Got room for another?"