(This is the first part of a longer story. Anyone after pure sex will be disappointed due to the amount of plot and world-building, but hopefully you enjoy reading!)
Standing around at the back of the hall during a wedding reception, Tim sighed unhappily as yet another boring Uncle or whoever stood up to give a speech. He was sure it was very sweet and well-meaning, but he was a stranger standing at the back of some posh country club watching other people's 'happiest day of their life', so he didn't particularly give a damn.
As the wedding photographer, it was his obligation to snap a photo of the moment, but he had no emotional attachment to these people, nor did he see much potential for a classic wedding photo, or at least, one that the Bride and Groom would choose to keep for the rest of their lives. Or a couple of years anyway, if Tim was any judge.
The only good thing about this wedding, the best thing about any wedding if he were being honest, having done a few over the years, was that the bridesmaids were particularly smoking hot. He'd already got chatting to one bridesmaid, a petite French girl called Amelie. Curly brown hair, olive skin, and an incredibly smutty sense of humour, even if she hadn't been poured into that form-fitting dress which showed off her amazing hourglass figure, he'd have found her attractive. He also hoped that through some less-than-subtle hints she'd given him that, after the wedding, he was onto a sure thing.
An hour later, when the dancing had begun and the alcohol was starting to dull everyone's senses, Tim had got all the necessary photos and had about thirty minutes until some bride and groom games like Mr and Mrs, etc, so was been looking forward to having some food and drink. However, when Amelie took him by the hand and led him, camera still in hand, to the disabled toilets he realised he wasn't hungry any more.
Still stunned, Tim just stood there when Amelie, without any words, undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Not having expected anything, he was flaccid and, even Tim would admit, didn't look very impressive, but after a minute of sucking, Amelie's full lips, having previously been able to take the whole thing easily, were now only halfway down his fat, seven-inch cock. He'd always been a grower, not a show-er, and Amelie was enjoying every inch.
Amelie, however, wasn't going to give up on reaching halfway. With Tim pushed up against the wall, he had nothing else to do but watch as this stunning beauty sucked on his cock. Finally realising he still had his camera, when Amelie was giving her mouth a quick break by wanking him off with her delicate hands, he asked her what, with the benefit of hindsight, would turn out to be the most important question he'd ever asked.
"Mind if I take a picture?"
He said it with a grin, implying that he was okay with yes or no, but he wasn't quite ready for Amelie's response.
"Only if you cover my face with cum and I get a copy." She replied nonchalantly before going on to lick his cock from tip to balls.
Tim wasn't going to argue against an offer like that. If anything, her brusque acceptance had quite turned him on, and, as she began to suck on his cock once more while he took a quick picture, he could feel his balls begin to tighten.
"Oh, I'm gonna..."
Like a flash, Amelie removed him from her mouth, instead holding his cock head next to her cheek as she continued to jerk him off.
"Oh..."
It felt like his balls took this opportunity to release everything he had stored, the intensity of his orgasm and release too much for him to both enjoy it and take a picture, but Amelie seemed quite happy as his load immediately shot over her cheek, a line of cum going from ear to ear. A second shot ended up on her nose, while a third dribble ended on her luscious lips, her tongue darting out to taste it.
Coming down from one of the most intense feelings of his life, Amelie knelt there before him, looking quite happy despite the few drops of cum that had landed on her bridesmaid's dress.
"Tim," she spoke huskily, the deepness of her voice a surprise from her petite frame, "are you not forgetting something?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Tim gulped, before, still in a happy post-orgasm daze, raising his camera and taking a photo. Amelie however had other ideas and kept moving into different poses as the cum began to trickle down her face and chin, giving only a shrug when even more began to dribble onto her dress.
About twenty pictures later, Amelie seemed happy and, after she'd washed her face, seemingly not bothered by the quite obvious cum stains on her dress, gave Tim a peck on the cheek and, as they planned to leave their hiding spot, shared phone numbers. Tim, feeling guilty that it had been a very one-sided arrangement, offered his services but was rebuffed.
"I enjoy what I do," she spoke in her sultry accent, "if I want, I can get. I just want the pictures, the memories of my night. Even should I return to France, I will always be able to remember this night."
Having checked there was no one outside, they left the disabled toilets before, and with another kiss on the cheek, Amelie left him as she strolled in the direction of the smoking area.
The rest of the evening went smoothly, with plenty of pictures of the bride and groom playing games and messing about, as well as of the wider family and friends dancing to Queen and Abba when normal service resumed. Amelie quickly returned to her place with the other bridesmaids, and Tim did his best not to focus his camera lens on anyone particularly, other than the bride and groom of course, yet he couldn't help but think of her, covered in his cum, thinking about what she'd said about memories.
As he left that evening, having said goodbye to the Groom, the Bride apparently chucking up in the same disableds he'd had a nice time in, an idea was formulating that would change his life forever.
The Next Day
Sat in a beer garden with his two best mates, pints in hand as they watched the Rugby World Cup on the 'Jumbotron', neither Sam nor Frank were paying attention, instead focused upon their friend.
"The fuck are you talking about?" Sam, not known for being subtle, asked in a whisper.
"Well," Tim stalled, "I just thought it would be interesting..."
"It's certainly interesting," Frank interrupted, mulling over his cider, "but what would you get out of it?"
"I'm thinking I could do an exhibition, move on up from bloody wedding photographer," Tim answered defensively.
"You're talking about porn," Sam declared, "you won't get a gallery to do it, and the only visitors you get will be creepy old men in anoraks."
"Maybe," Frank spoke calmly, "you could run us through the idea again."
"Okay," Tim took a deep breath, " I want to host an exhibition of photos." This received a nod. "I want it to be pictures of women from every country in the world," Further nods. "And I want to show a before and after," He paused, feeling a glare from Sam and Frank's more relaxed gaze, "before and after I..." He gulped, "cum on their face."
"Porn!" Sam declared very loudly, causing him to recieve a death stare from rugby fans at the next table.
"Sam!" Frank snapped, causing Sam to look admonished, taking a gup of his lager.
"Look," Tim tried to explain, "in the 'art world', there's a difference between artistic nudity and pornography. This would be about my journey trying to find a woman, from every nationality in the world, approximately two hundred and three people, who would agree to have their photo taken after I'd... finished on them. They wouldn't have to do anything," Tim insisted, "they wouldn't have to even strip naked."
Rolling his eyes, Sam looked at his friend with a mixture of amusement and pity. "This all because you got a blowjob from a Frenchy."
"Okay," Frank nodded along, "but what would you achieve?"
Shrugging, Tim knew this was where it was a bit shaky. "Women are sexualised the world over. Cumming on their face would be an incredibly sexualised, and perhaps even controlling action. But what if, with the photos, we had these people's stories? The image is sexualised, but it's what's underneath that truly matters. Take those photos of the women having an orgasm, their faces before, during stimulation, during orgasm, and post-orgasm. It was about normalising female sexuality, about women taking back control, with people from all over the world, including traditionally conservative countries. This is just taking it that step further."
To Tim's relief, both Frank and Sam looked thoughtful. He knew it could be considered seedy, dirty even, but he didn't intend it to be. The spark of an idea had infiltrated his soul, staring down at Amelie's face as she knelt there incredibly happy through the eyes of the camera lens. Why not make an exhibition about it? Why not aim for something different?
"Okay," Frank spoke with interest, "but you've got a few problems. Ignore the whole 'is this ethical argument' and aim for volunteers only, to reduce any accusations of prostitution or coercion. Maybe, if you make money from it, they can be given a percentage of any profits so you can show that they benefit, but ethically?"
"More importantly," Sam waved at the screen as England and Scotland battled for possession, "are you doing nationality? Ethnicity? Countries or Nations? As in, are you finding one woman from the UK, or a Welsh, Scottish, English and Irish birds? Or, one Spanish, or are you going to need Catalonian, Basque etc? Because that would up your numbers."
Looking surprised that Sam would be the one considering deeper questions, Tim hunkered down with his friends and came up with some rules. To prevent arguments, he'd use countries as defined by the United Nations. Volunteers would be given a percentage of any profit, but anyone who wanted a payment upfront forwent any further fee. He had to have a story first, then the facial, otherwise it was porn. No one would be forced into participating. There would be no nudity either in the final picture, no bodies, clothed or not, just faces shown.
Another problem was how he was going to find enough participants, especially those of countries more distant from the United Kingdom. They agreed he would need to travel to London often, but living close to Birmingham they felt Tim would have a good base to start from. For those countries that were unrepresented in the UK, Tim knew he'd have to travel further afield.
"The Pacific nations will probably be the most difficult," he mused, "but travel, accommodation, it's all going to cost a pretty penny. How am I going to afford it?"
