The Photo Shop Ch 75

The Photo shop

by Candyman666©

All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author's page in order of their appearance in the stories.

Chapter 75: Petra's first customers as concierge

Monday morning, and as usual at 8 AM Petra rang my bell. I buzzed her in and she came straight upstairs for her welcome cup of tea. When she came in the door I looked at her and said:

"Good morning Sofia."

That resulted in her immediately turning bright red.

"I can explain..."

"That you didn't get the job?"

'No, no, I did get the job and I'm ever so grateful to you for introducing me to Grace, but..."

"Then who the hell is Sofia?"

"It is I, I am Sofia."

"But your name is Petra unless you've been fooling me."

"Sofia is my middle name, and I use that name when I'm introducing myself to the apartment's customers."

"Why? Petra is a beautiful name."

"Yes it is and it is my preferred one, but it sounds so awfully Polish or Russian and I don't want people to think of me as a refugee from one of these countries."

"What's wrong with that? You came to Belgium in a very legal way, not as a refugee."

"Yes, you know that and Grace knows that, but the customers might get the wrong impression. I tried using Petra, but the first customer reacted in a very funny way."

"What funny way?"

"As I said, they thought I was a refugee and they could ask me anything and I would be happy to comply to be allowed to stay in Belgium."

"And what was so funny about what they asked?"

"The first couple were very deep into this BDSM stuff. I could tell, the woman had bruises all over and they wanted me to act as their sex slave. They said that Grace had told them I could be ordered to perform all my duties in the nude and perform all kinds of perversions, and if I was doing something wrong or refused to obey, they were allowed to beat me to within an inch of my life."

"Oh my God, Grace would never do such a thing. Did you report them to her?"

"No, of course not. They were the first ones to visit and I didn't want to lose this wonderful job on my first day, and besides, they were only there for one night, so I stayed out of their way as much as I possibly could."

"I can understand that, but nevertheless, you are not supposed to do such things. OK, we told you that it may happen that customers might ask for you to join them in their games, but actually being beaten, and to within an inch of your life?"

"I was just terrified the whole time they stayed at the apartment. It was a relief when these Canadian girls replaced them."

"You mean Fleur and Zoë."

"Yes, they were absolutely marvelous."

"But you still introduced yourself to them as Sofia?"

"Yes, of course, I had no idea who they were when they arrived. They could have been more like the first ones."

"But they weren't?"

"No, I had great fun with them. But who told you I present myself as Sofia?"

"Who do you think?"

"Fleur and Zoë?"

"Of course."

"But how did you meet them?"

"Let's say I had a pleasant time photographing them and taking them from the club to the apartment."

"I see. And then they told you about me?"

"Not exactly, I asked them. As you can imagine, I was very curious if you had actually gotten the job and had moved in yet."

"Oh, you didn't know?"

"NO, nobody tells me anything."

"Well, now you know. Shall I begin cleaning the studio?"

"Not so fast, young lady. I want to know everything, especially after Fleur's remark about you."

"Oh, what remark might that be?"

"She said you took care of all their needs and more, and that got me wondering what this 'more' could possibly be?"

"Oh, nothing special, we just had some fun together."

"Please define 'fun' for me."

"You know..."

"No, I don't Petra, and now you've made me very curious, so spill."

"But don't you always preach that you have fun but don't tell about it?"

"Yes, but that's my motto, I never heard you say that, so..."

"OK, we played some."

"You mean you actually had sex with them."

"Um, yes, if you want to put it that way."

"I had no idea you swung both ways."

"I didn't, but boy, are they convincing."

"They actually convinced you that it's fun to play with girls?"

"You bet they did."

"Now you really have to tell me."

"But what about the studio?"

"The studio is fine, nothing much happened there the past week, so you can skip cleaning it."

"Where shall I begin?"

"How about at the beginning, when you met them. How did it go, how did they introduce themselves, how did you find out they were lesbians, and most importantly, how did they convince you that playing on the other side of the fence can be great fun?"

"OK, when they arrived by taxi from Central Station, you know they came from Amsterdam?"

"Yes, of course. I was at the club when they came there for the first time. I was summoned by Her Majesty Tanja to take some pictures of her dear cruise friends who had finally made it to Antwerp."

"I see. That was the evening of their arrival, so I met them before you did?"

"It looks that way, but at the time I had no idea they were staying in one of Grace's apartments. I only found out later when I was commanded to take them to the place they were staying at."

"I know."

"What do you mean, you know?"

"I heard it when you were playing with them."

"And you didn't bother to tell me?"

"You know me, Lew, I'm always very discreet."

'Yeah, yeah, eavesdropping, yes."

"You guys weren't that silent you know. I heard it every time when one of them had an orgasm. I distinctly remember one of them shouting at the top of her voice 'NO, STAY IN LEW, PLEASE!'"

"I wonder where you were at that precise moment?"

"That, my dear, is for me to know and you to guess."

"Well, there are only two possibilities, and my money is on you being in the back, near the red room at that precise moment."

"What makes you think that?"

"If you had been in one of your many bedrooms in the front you couldn't have heard anything, and of course knowing how nosy you are..."

"No comment."

"Then you're just guessing."

"No need, the next day while I was serving them breakfast they filled in all the blanks I missed, you know, when they were less noisy."

"They didn't!"

"Yes, they did, well, they sort of felt obliged to do so, and then I told them a bit about you."

"You told them about me, and what exactly did you tell them about me?"

"Oh, you know, this and that."

"Be more specific, girl, before I beat you within an inch of your life."

"That was one of the things I told them..."

"What, that I tend to beat women to within an inch of their lives?"

"No, of course not, rather the contrary--that you are like a cuddly teddy bear who always aims to please, and I may have mentioned that you can go on a very long time before coming yourself."

"How? Why?"

"When we were talking one thing led to another, and I think I mentioned this wager I lost, which cost me dearly."

"You mean the twenty-minute thing?"

"Yes, but they had sort of figured that out for themselves when you were playing, or someone else had told them about your stamina."

"I wonder who, but that's why they kept me going, and that's why Zoë gave me a wink when she mentioned being patient recovering after Fleur. She knew I was able to go for a lengthy time before coming."

"That could well be the case, yes."

"Did you have fun listening to our antics?"

"Um...yes, it got me all hot and needy listening to you guys."

"And..."

"OK, I masturbated when I was eavesdropping, and to be honest I wouldn't mind having another go with you."

"You mean like right now?"

"Maybe, unless you don't find me attractive anymore?" she said, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time.

"Petra, what are you doing?"

"Me? Nothing, it's always so damn hot in here."

"You never complained before. In fact, you always complain, especially about it being far too cold in the studio."

"Yes, but this is not the studio, is it?" she replied, ending with undoing the last button of her blouse, revealing a sexy lace push-up bra and, and most importantly, her magnificently toned abdomen. The bitch knows I love women's abdomens, especially if they're beautifully muscled like hers. She took my hand and placed it right on that part of her body that I love so much. I started massaging her with the hand she so conveniently had placed where I love it while my other hand went under her blouse in the back, in search of the clip closing her sexy bra.

"And what do you think you are doing back there?"

"Sorry, I thought that the idea was to get you at least topless."

"In the end maybe, but it will be at my pace, mister photographer. I'm not one of your models you are so good at talking out of their clothes."

I quickly removed both my hands, after which Petra took the collar of her blouse on both sides and slid it off of her shoulders, leaving her now partially topless, moving away from me.

"If you want to see the rest of the show, sit!" she commanded, pointing to my easy chair, which I gladly did. This was a side of Petra I had never seen before, the ex-bodybuilder performing a striptease. Well, that's what I expected she was going to do, and believe me, 'spoiler!' I was not disappointed.

She moved towards the stereo, carefully chose a specific CD, put it in, and started it. The music from the movie Bilitis came out of the loudspeakers, to which she began to sway. God, this woman had a gorgeous body, nicely muscled where it needed to be but not too much.

She began to undo the top button of her jeans, lowered the zipper, and pulled the flaps of the garment open, thus revealing more of her beautiful abdomen and giving me just a hint of her pubic hair.

After allowing me to feast my eyes on the front of her toned body, she turned around and showed me her delectable bottom and wiggled it provocatively. That's when she came closer to me and wiggled it even more, but now against my dick, making it even harder than it already was. When I reached out she pulled away again.

"Who said you could touch?"

"Sorry, I thought that..."

"Leave the thinking to me, Lew. Just enjoy. Think of this as an experiment, or maybe a small revenge."

"Revenge for what?"

She stayed silent and I couldn't stop thinking about what she meant or had in mind.

Did she want revenge for the time I tricked her into submitting to me in the club after the twenty-minute challenge? No, that was far too long ago, and I'm sure she enjoyed her session with me in the club. But if it wasn't an act of revenge, she also mentioned the word 'experiment.' I wondered what experiment she meant. OK, but she also said that I just needed to enjoy it, so that's what I intended to do, to the full.

While I was doing the thinking, she had removed her jeans and was dancing to the music in her bra and matching panties. Again she came closer to me, but this time facing me. When she was close enough, she straddled my legs and put her hands around my head. Before I realized what was happening, she kissed me. Very gently at first, just lips touching, but gradually I felt the tip of her tongue sliding across my lips as if seeking entry.

Who was I to deny her? She was taking the initiative, but completely in line with the way she was going about it, I responded gently, also with just the tip of my tongue performing a little dance with the tip of hers. That went on for a good five minutes, then suddenly she got up, turned around, and sat back down in my lap presenting her delectable back to me. When I didn't do anything, she spoke.

"Undo my bra, Lew."

Now that was something I loved to do for her. When I undid the two hooks keeping it closed, she grabbed the shoulder straps and removed it. Then she took my hands and put them onto her small but oh-so-firm breasts, after which she put her arms in the air and backward again grabbing my head and pulling it towards her left shoulder. I put some tender butterfly kisses on it, which, based on the sounds she was making, she clearly appreciated. All the time she was seated in my lap she moved about, massaging my cock in my pants with her delectable butt.

Again she got up, turned facing me, and sat again down in my lap, giving me a full view of her lovely boobies. I couldn't refrain from bending down and taking one of her already hard nipples in my mouth and suck on it tenderly. When I tried to move away after a few seconds, she put her hands around my ears moving my mouth to her other boobie, making it clear she wanted that one sucked as well. Who was I to deny her that pleasure?

At the same time, my hands were traveling all over her naked back, making short side trips to the boob I wasn't sucking to tickle and caress it gently, keeping the nipple hard and stiff. After a while I let my hands travel over her back all the way down, slipping into her panties, cupping her butt cheeks, and squeezing them.

While she was sitting, she too took some initiative, getting busy with the buttons of my shirt. When she had undone them, her hands slid over my naked chest, also tickling my nipples. When she had gotten them hard, she moved the shirt over my shoulders and removed it completely, making me also topless, but still with my pants and boxers on.

I wanted to get her completely naked, so I lifted her off of my lap with my hands under her butt, grabbed the elastic of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. Then I let earth's gravity take over so they puddled around her ankles, leaving her indeed completely naked.

Grabbing her hands, I pushed her a bit away from me so that I could feast my eyes on her gorgeous naked body.

"Like what you see, Lew?" she asked mischievously.

"What's there not to like, you are one of the most gorgeous women I know."

"Isn't it about time that you also show me a bit more of that sexy body of yours?"

"What sexy body, this old carcass?"

"Come on, Lew, you still look great for your age."

"Thank you, I think I'll take that as a compliment."

"Well, can I?"

"Can you what darling?"

"Undress you of course, unless you want to do that yourself?"

"Why in heaven's name would I want to do that myself, when I have a sexy naked woman here to do it for me."

That's all the instructions she needed to attack my pants, remove them, and pull my boxers down, leaving me dressed exactly the same way she was, in my skin. With all the wiggling she'd done in my lap, my cock was rock-hard. By pulling my pants down, she was now sitting on her knees in front of me, her lovely mouth at the level of this rock-hard thing in front of her.

She stuck out her tongue and began to lick the bulbous head, with the tip going all around it and giving some extra attention to the sensitive underside. When she had painted the tip with her saliva, she opened up and let her mouth slide over the top, taking the thing all the way down her throat. At the same time, she was tickling my balls with her nails, making it extremely difficult for me to refrain from cumming.

She began bobbing up and down, alternating it with the same movement of her hands. Then it dawned on me, she was on a mission, revenge for the twenty-minute bet she had lost some months ago. So that's what she meant by experiment or revenge.

Although it's my belief and mission to always make the woman cum before I do, who was I to deny her, and at the same time deny myself, that pleasure? I let myself go and utterly enjoyed the feelings she was giving me. Then I ejaculated down her throat.

After my deposit, she gave me ample time to get my breath back, but I kept my hands sliding over her enticing naked body, keeping her on edge.

I couldn't refrain though from asking the question that had been burning on my mind the whole time she was busy trying to make me cum.

"Was this the experiment or was it the revenge?"

"Revenge, what are you talking about, revenge for what?"

"Come on, Petra, admit it. You're still pissed that you couldn't make me cum within twenty minutes during our little wager and had to submit to being my sex slave for two hours in the club."

"Oh, that. No, I've already forgotten all about that."

"That's strange because I think I heard you clearly mention when you told me to leave the thinking to you and look upon what was about to happen as an experiment or a small revenge?"

"Did I say that? I don't recall," she replied, barely able to keep a smirk off her face.

"OK, let's leave it at that. I just hope that, although you haven't had an orgasm as yet, you experienced some satisfaction by proving you were indeed capable of making me ejaculate in a shorter period of time...And let me add, I just thoroughly enjoyed it, but now you must allow me to give you the same pleasure you just gave me."

I didn't give her time to reply. I just joined her on the floor, lay over her, and sealed her mouth with mine, attacking her with my tongue and my searching hands all over her luscious body. When the finger of my right hand I found her wet slit and began to massage it seriously. She quickly turned from trying to utter a reply to moaning and sighing. After about five minutes of tongue tango, I slid down her body in search of her pleasure garden with my mouth, raining little kisses all over her boobs and abdomen, finalizing it with a session of French pussy kissing.

Now that got her engine purring.

"Yes, yes, Oh my God, Lew, you are so good at this, yes, make me cum, please, I need it, it's been way too long ago since I felt so good."

As I was busy munching away at her needy little hole, I was in no position to reply, so I doubled my efforts to try and give her the experiment of a multiple orgasm, satisfying not only her need for revenge but also, who would tell, the experiment she alluded to. Based on the noises she was making and her body's reactions I had a feeling I was on a winning streak. Her breathing constantly became deeper and faster. I felt her stomach go up and down, clearly trying to reach the first of what I hoped would turn into a multiple orgasm experience for her.

She finally went over the cliff and tumbled into a blissful orgasm. Now was the time to keep it going, so I doubled my oral manipulations using every trick I had in my book to make it happen. I slid down with my tongue towards her pucker and licked all around her sphincter, stimulating the sensitive nerves there. When she was sufficiently wet, I replaced my tongue with one finger, quickly followed by a second one, pushing till they were inside her to the second knuckle. When I then started to wiggle them around, she almost went berserk, breathing hard and fast, growling and grumbling deep in her throat.

After returning my oral skills to her pleasure center in the front, I added some moaning, adding to all the other stimulation I was providing. She inundated my face with her hot pussy juice, squirting like crazy and screaming her pretty little head off, alternating with whimpers of pleasure erupting from her lips.

"Oh my God, yes, yes Lew, don't stop, ooooh, yes,

YES!

" when another orgasm peak reached her. All the time I gripped her hips with both hands and pushed my mouth hard against her sensitive little berry.

All of a sudden she pushed me away.

"Stop, please stop, I can't take it anymore!" she screamed.