I knocked at the door, expecting to be greeted by pastor Robbins. I had been contacted by him, in regards to a photography assignment he was interested in putting together. He was checking out the photographers in the area, and he wanted to see my rates and a sample of my work.
The door opened, and an attractive lady looked out at me.
She smiled as she saw my portfolio case, and said, "You must be Mr. Stassun, the photographer, my husband mentioned you would be here, my husband had to take care of an emergency, he shouldn't be too long, please come in, we'll sit in the parlor, and have some tea. I'm Liz, his wife."
I smiled back and entered. Liz had a nice face, very white porcelain skin, with hair as black as a raven's wing, it made for a striking contrast. Her hair was done up in a sensible bun, and she was wearing a dowdy preacher's wife dress, and her shoes were sensible flats. I followed, and soon we were seated, sipping tea and talking. She had a wonderful voice, a very mellow, low pitch, and I enjoyed hearing her talk. Liz asked if she could have a look at some of my work, and I was happy to do so. I gave her the standard set of pictures of cars, dogs, weddings, pictures of machinery I had done for an industrial client, and other innocuous pictures.
She looked through them, and said, "Yes, nice, but do you have pictures of a more personal nature?"
I was a bit startled, I looked at her, and I could see she was serious.
I asked her, "How personal do you want to get?"
Liz said, "I want R rated at least, X rated if you have them."
I took a breath and handed over a set of boudoir pictures. One of the more enjoyable assignments, taking sexy, racy pictures for ladies who want to spice up their love life. I could see her looking at them with great interest, then I took a deep breath, and gave her the X-rated set that very few people see.
I remembered that assignment well, Renee, a very attractive 25-year-old bride-to-be had come to me and asked me to do her wedding pictures. Renee had contacted me after their honeymoon and had visited my studio, to see the finished prints.
"Nice, very nice," Renee murmured. "I have another assignment for you now, I want you to take some racier pictures of me. I want to keep them a secret and give them to my husband on our first anniversary. I want to make sure that after a year, we'll still be fucking and sucking as much as we are right now!" she finished, with a laugh.
I set up the studio lights and had her stand on a large, bearskin rug. I started the camera, and the click of the shutter filled the room, as she posed, her clothes gradually opening, then slowly being discarded. Renee was a beautiful bride, with long blonde hair, honey-colored skin, deep ocean blue eyes, I could imagine Renee's naked body in the grip of passion, her hair spread out all over the pillows, as her head tossed that mane from side to side. Down to her lacy white bra and panties, her sexy body almost naked, my cock quickly took notice. She slipped her lacy white bra off, and flung it away, those shapely, ripe melons, rising proudly up to greet the camera, her tiny, see-thru panties had side ties, she grinned as she pulled on the bows, and let them flutter down to her feet. Her neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair as blonde as the hair on her head greeted my eyes. Renee stretched out on the rug, parting her thighs, urging me closer, as she ran her fingertips across her tight labial lips, sliding them in and out while humping her hips up towards the camera. With a smile, Renee reached into her purse and pulled out an 8-inch dildo. She licked and sucked at it, then nudged it against her, and pushed. It slid in easily, Renee humping her hips up and down, driving the dildo in deep, grunting with passion as she urged me on to get every shot. My cock felt as hard as iron, and it took all my concentration to keep the camera going, as Renee shuddered, her body shaking, letting out squeals of pleasure as she orgasmed. She pulled out the dildo and urged me on to one last shot.
"My pussy, get a full shot of my just fucked cunt" she gasped, still getting her breath back.
I moved in to get that shot, framing that luscious, juicy fuck-hole dead center, clicking off the last few frames, then almost collapsed onto my photographing stool, the camera feeling almost like a lead weight in my hands.