"All right," she said. "I owe you one."
I decided I wouldn't tell Marianne a thing bout this black-mail and that it would be best to get over with the sooner, the better. I also knew that the old man never ever would ask me to let him fuck Marianne. For that, he didn't have the balls, I knew for sure.
When we got home, I immediately started to talk Marianne into an erotic photo session. With me behind the camera, of course.
"Marianne, funny thing this is. But I haven't got one single picture of you."
"Why would you need one? We're together day and night," she replied.
"Yes I know, but still. Suppose one of us has to leave for a few days. I know it would be hard for me, not having you around. So some pictures of you will ease my loneliness."
"Oh my, mister Slime, you win," Marianne laughed.
I went upstairs to get my camera. I made Marianne sit on the kitchen table, since there was the best light.
At first, I made some head-shots. Marianne smiling, Marianne with closed eyes, and so on. The more shots I made, the more she was getting comfortable in front of the lens. I decided it was time to move one step further, and move a few steps back so I could make a full body shot. Click. Marianne sitting on the table with her suntanned legs crossed. "Nice. You're a real pro," I said. "Do something with your hands now." She put her hands beside her on the table. Click. "Okay, now uncross your legs." Click. "Marianne, spread your knees a bit, they're gorgeous." Click. She did what I asked her to, as if she was a life-time model. Click. Marianne spread her knees even a bit further. Click. Click. Click. I asked her if she wanted to change her outfit. "The purple skirt and the white blouse." "But you can see my undies through that blouse," she protested.
"Don't worry dear. It'll be only me who'll see the pictures.
She went upstairs to change.
This time I head her seated on the sofa. Click. Marianne looking straight in the lens, her knees a bit spread. "Okay, now hike up that skirt a bit." Click. "Cool, now open the blouse and show me your bra." Marianne opened up her blouse and cupped her titties. Click. Click. Click. She undid her blouse. I could feel my hard-on almost bursting out of my pants. I put the camera away. "Marianne, come her and suck me off. That's the least you can do, after such a show," I instructed her. Marianne dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. Without her knowing, and with no flash I secretly started to make some pics while she was sucking my dick. It didn't take long for me to come. As my came splattered on her cheek, I continued to make pictures. Finally she noticed it. "Why, you dirty bastard!" she yelled angrily.
I didn't care. I had my pics. A few days later, I had them developed twice. I put them into an envelope, except for the ones where Marianne was giving me head and went to the old man's office.
"Here is what you wanted sir," I threw them on his desk, a bit angrily.
He took them out of the envelope. "Wow, nice. She's sure a damn nice woman," he said looking at Marianne's exposed body. After a while, he told me to leave his office. He had some important things to do. "I know, getting yourself off on Marianne, dirty bastard," I thought.
