Ever since my seventh birthday, I was fascinated with photography. This was the time my parents gifted me my first camera, and I was the happiest kid in Boston. As an only child of French immigrants and with a thick accent, it wasn’t the easiest for me to make friends, so I spent hours and hours behind the lens and in the darkroom looking for the greatest of the greatest pictures I had taken. Luckily, my passion was also something other people enjoyed. Whether at school events or even at college competitions, my pictures would always win countless prizes. But what was I to do with this form of art? I would never be able to live off of it. That was at least what my father always told me.

Years passed, and I started working at a gallery after college to stay in touch with different art forms and try to understand the current demands. However, I was never quite fulfilled just taking photos on the side. My parents both got sick pretty soon after, and after a short, tough battle with cancer, they lost their fight. I was thirty-two years old, no siblings, and no parents, alone in Boston. I didn’t know what to do with myself. So I traveled to France for a few months to discover my roots. I visited Paris and beautiful old villages in the wine regions of France. I remembered what my mother had always told me when I was little and came home sad and lonely after school: “Pierre, you are special. Do something special. Follow your heart and dreams, and it will be alright!” I flew back to Boston and was certain: Let’s be special!

I took the inheritance, put it down, and rented a small but spacious store downtown Boston. I wanted to open my own gallery and show the world what I was capable of.

My first collection was the beauty in the old—in people and in buildings. I used black and white pictures of old people I took in the hospital and old churches and castles in France. I wanted to highlight the natural beauty in age. Not everything needed to be repaired or botoxed. Natural smiles and naturally weathered buildings had their charm as well! And what can I say: it was a success.

Just three years later, I was able to move to a slightly bigger place a few buildings down. Now with my own photo studio, darkroom, and spacious kitchen/living room in case I worked for too long. And work was all that was on my mind during that time. I loved the art, beauty, and aesthetics of things, of moments, of pictures—not so much the living, moving things. If that makes sense. So whenever I started to also take portrait pictures and artistic pictures of women, I never felt quite the erotic spark.

This was until the spring of last year when Irina and her husband Jake walked into my gallery. Irina was this beautiful thirty-year-old, dark-haired Croatian woman. She spoke with an accent, which made me believe that she had only just recently moved here. At five-foot-nine, she was a tall woman, with beautiful long legs and a firm butt, small hips, a flat stomach, and perfect C-cup breasts for her body. Her face was just pure and beautiful. Warm, dark eyes, red cheeks, and a big, beautiful smile. You could tell that she didn’t need any “external help” to look this beautiful—she just was a natural beauty. So you picked well, I thought to myself when I greeted Jake.

At six-foot-three, I was not a small man, but with just 180 pounds, I was more bones than muscle. I had the typical French look, I would say: curly hair, a well-trimmed beard, and bright blue eyes, which I would hide behind the camera most of the time.

Jake, on the other hand, was our typical American lawyer who'd used to play lacrosse in college and had success and wealth written all over him. Six-foot-four (unfortunately taller than me a bit), muscular, and with an Adonis-like body. Even at the age of roughly fifty and probably with his second or third wife now, he still looked stunning.

In my gallery, I would always have two collections at the same time: one of buildings/nature and one of people, to show that both always had to coexist and one wouldn’t survive without the other.

It was a collection about my last trip to Ljubljana (Slovenia), and Irina was excited to see something from so close to her home. Jake was more interested in the second part of my gallery: it was close-up photo shoots of local (mainly female) college athletes in their competition outfits—gymnasts, track runners, and beach volleyball players. “Young(er) women. Of course,” I thought.

Jake’s phone rang, and he seemed in a hurry afterward. He took Irina and thanked me for my time, and they left my gallery. I was left with the smell of expensive perfume and the memories of that one special woman. Something weird happened afterward: I felt this tension in my lower body, the tickling, and noticed that my dick was just about to get hard. Man, oh man, what was happening?

The weekend later, it was a sunny and thus quiet Saturday at my gallery, with people spending their free time by the ocean. Suddenly, I heard the bell that would go off as soon as the door opened. I walked out of the photo studio from the back to the gallery front and saw her again. It was Irina—with Jake, unfortunately—this time in a beautiful red dress, tightly fitted to her perfect body, and red lipstick in the same color as her dress. I greeted them nicely, but Jake immediately got to the business side. He said they liked my pictures and were wondering if I would also do couple shoots for them both for private purposes and also for business purposes, as he was running for a position on some lawyer board.

I didn’t usually do just “regular” photo shoots. I saw myself as more of an artist. But since it was a slow day and I wanted to see what this would result in, I agreed.

I guided them back to the photo studio, and they were already in professional poses. You could tell that they had done that before. So after getting the professionals in, I wanted to tease them a bit.

“So let’s do more couple poses.” First, Irina had to throw one leg around Jake and bend backward, with her hair hanging perfectly to the ground, her beautiful neck perfectly exposed, and her breasts pointing straight to the sky. Lovely. Irina was loving it. She got excited. “Let’s do more. This is fun.”

Jake, on the other hand, got stiffer and stiffer. “Ah, I don’t like it too much!”

I ignored him and directed the next pose. This time Irina had to stand with her back turned to him and bend forward to close her shoes but keep her head up to have the perfect arch in the back. Same result as before: the picture was hot, the mood didn’t change.

For my last and final pose, I decided to tease Jake a bit more, and I asked Irina to kneel in front of him and pretend to open the belt buckle for… you all know what.

Well, Jake didn’t like that at all and said, “Stop! That is enough. We are done here. Thanks!”

I smiled inwardly and was ready to get the SD card out of the camera to start selecting the best pictures when Irina said, “Stop. Ehm, Jake, it is your birthday in two weeks. Is it possible that I take some more pictures just for you?”

I froze. “Birthday pictures? Just for you?” What might she have had in mind?

They argued a bit as Jake needed to go to the office for a quick signature on some contracts, so he felt rushed and didn’t want to “waste” more time. She promised that it would be quick, and with that, he gave in.

“Well, should we get started then?” I asked. Irina nodded and instructed Jake to wait outside. “This should be a surprise for you.” I guided Jake to the kitchen, showed him the coffee machine, and told him to make himself comfortable.

I returned to the photo studio and closed the door behind me. When I turned around, I was in shock. During the time I had left, she had undressed, and in front of me stood Irina with just a black bodysuit. The long legs felt longer than before; the black bodysuit was tightly knit in some parts and had more embroidered patterns on other parts. Some see-through, some blocking the view of her body.

This wasn’t my first, what turned out to be, an erotic photoshoot, but somehow it felt different. I guided her to the mattress in the corner. With a background and some more props, I could make it look like the most beautiful bed in the world.

We started off with her lying on the bed, and I shot a picture from above, exposing the full, perfect body of hers. Wow. “What a lucky man this Jake is,” I thought. Then I had her lie on her back and lift her body to rest on her forearm. Her legs were bent so that she could put her feet straight on the bed. I started from the top, with close-ups of her head, bent backward with hair hanging down, and Irina giving me a seductive face. I took a close-up of her neck and chest. I added an ice cube to make it slowly run down her chest. I was in full work mode.

We reached her chest, and I wanted to take close-up pictures of her boobs, but something was missing, so without thinking, I touched and massaged the nipples for a bit to make them stick out. Perfect picture.

Only then did I realize what had just happened. I was in shock. I took down the camera a bit to look her in the eyes. She smiled and just said, “That felt good, thank you. Make the pictures look hot!”

So I continued moving down from her breasts to the stomach. It was well hidden in the black bodysuit fabric, but the diamond bling from her belly button piercing reflected the light perfectly in the otherwise dark photo studio.

We reached her waist now, and I moved from next to her to in front of her. I pulled down the camera and asked if she wanted to spread her legs.

“I thought you’d never ask!” she said with a smile.

I moved in close to get the hump and her boobs all in the same shot when I noticed her clit beating like a small little heartbeat, pumping up and down, and a little more reflection from her inner thighs.

“Was she getting wet?”

Like a magnet, I was pulled in closer and closer to her pussy. I could smell the scent and could feel her heart beating. That was too much for me. So I put my camera to the side and went in, put my mouth on the outside of the bodysuit right on top of her pussy.

“Ahh,” she moaned. So I continued. I could feel the fabric getting wet from my spit and from her pussy. So I decided to open the three buttons on the bottom of her bodysuit.

And I was greeted by the most perfectly shaved pink pussy I certainly had ever seen. I now saw her clit jumping and greeting me, so I leaned in for the kiss. I swirled my tongue around her clit before moving down to her pussy. I licked off her pussy fluid—mhm, tasted delicious—and buried my face into her open pussy. My entire mouth and nose were touching her now, her head and body were moving with my tongue movements, and she had trouble trying to keep silent.

That was the time we heard the knocking on the door of her husband: “Hey, are you guys alright? What is taking so long?”

I jumped up just in time, grabbing my camera again and walking toward the door. Irina pulled over a blanket to cover her whenever Jake opened the door, looking furious.

“Hey, you’ve been in here longer than we have been taking pictures. What is taking so long?”

“This is a present for you. I want them to be perfect,” Irina said and smiled at Jake.

“This is standard procedure here. Shouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes,” I added.

That was when I noticed that I hadn’t wiped off my face. My entire mouth and chin were still covered in his wife’s pussy liquid, and it still tasted delicious.

Jake luckily didn’t notice. He grunted and said that he was going to the office to sign this document.

“I will be back in fifteen minutes, so you better be done by then.”

“I’ll make sure of that,” I told him on his way out. He left the gallery, and I returned to the photo studio.

“So, where were we?” I asked.

“You were just about to take pictures of me sucking your dick, I believe,” Irina said with a wink.

“I want you to take as many pictures as you can,” she added and crawled toward me at the end of the bed.

She opened my light summer pants and pulled out my already hard cock.

“Mhm, I knew I missed those European cocks,” she whispered and started licking the tip of my cock while looking straight at me with her big beautiful eyes.

“Are you taking pictures, Sir?”

“Of course, of course.” I almost forgot. So I took pictures of her kissing, licking, and trying to swallow my entire cock. With the other hand, I was holding her hair and starting to pull her head back and forth toward my shaft.

“Fuck, I am going to cum,” I almost yelled desperately.

“Good, right on my face,” she said in pleasure, expecting my sweet cum.

Right when I pulled my dick out of her mouth, I shot the biggest load in a while right at her face. Click, click, click. Perfect pictures, I thought.

“Yummy,” she said and left to clean up her face before her husband would return.

I sat on the bed trying to understand what had just happened when she already returned and said, “Ready for the highlight pics? I don’t work out the butt for no reason.”

She climbed back on the bed, her body still open and waiting in doggy pose for me to come at her from behind.

“Oh fuck, if only we had more time,” I thought.

I took the most beautiful pictures of her butt, letting her spread the cheeks revealing the perfect ass. I spit on it, kissed it, and finally regained strength again to fuck her again.

This time I decided to take her ass. I inserted a finger first. By her moan and her throwing back her head and face, I could tell she was not expecting it.

“You want a highlight, didn’t you?”

So I started fingering her butt. She started moving forward and backward with her hips until I was ready and hard enough to push my dick hard into her ass. Man, was she tight.

Bam, bam, bam. Click, click, click.

She yelled, screamed, and moaned, and right when she hit the climax, I shot a big load of cum into her ass. My dick was still inside her when I heard the bell at the entrance indicating someone had walked in.

“Hello?” It was Jake.

I pulled out, put on my pants again, and sprinted to the door. We met right in front of the photo studio.

“Oh, perfect timing. We have just finished,” I said. “I will get the pictures of you two by next week, and you will see the pictures of your wife in two weeks at your birthday.”

“Where is she?” Jake asked.

Just in time, Irina walked out of the studio again wearing that beautiful tight red dress.

“Thank you for your patience with me,” she said and grabbed Jake’s arm to signal them to leave.

And just as they turned around to leave, I saw a little drop of my cum running down the inside of her thighs.