My name's Carolyn and I am a very lucky woman. My husband is a good man and I've got the best daughter a woman could ever hope for. I still have my health and, if I do say so myself, my looks. On top of it all, I have a great job as a photographer. I specialize in boudoir photography and the pay is really great. As a bisexual woman in a monogamous relationship, though, the fringe benefits are the best part. I had a strict no-sex-with-clients policy, but quite a few of them had contributed to my orgasms while touching up their photos.
Bree, that's my daughter, has been helping me in the shop since she turned 18 a couple of months ago. She still has a lot to learn, but she's improving quickly, She normally helps set up shoots, but occasionally she records video for me; mostly behind-the-scenes mementos when requested by clients. We generally worked well together, and it was great teaching my baby the business and watching her grow as a photographer. Things got even better one fateful day, when we found a new fringe benefit at work.
Our first client of the day was a pretty young blond, looking to send something spicy to her husband stationed overseas. She was really sweet and more than a bit shy. She didn't really know what she wanted, so I showed her some options. She decided on having her dress up as a USO girl, then strip down to a cute bra and thong. Her husband was definitely one lucky fucker.
A little later, our next client came in. She was in her early 30s and had recently had a baby. Between the stretch marks and still carrying a bit of pregnancy weight, she was feeling pretty bad about her body. She was my favorite kind of client, because it's so nice to get a chance to let a woman see how beautiful she really is. We decided on putting her in a red bustier that accentuated her womanly curves and really highlighted her glorious breasts. When she emerged from the changing room, Bree stared slack-jawed before finally managing to say, "oh my god, you're gorgeous!"
The woman blushed a deep crimson and replied, "Why thank you. You're quite stunning yourself, young lady." It was Bree's turn to blush.
I said, "Thank you! I keep trying to tell her that, but she won't believe me. Keeps saying, 'You're just biased, Mom'"
"You're her mother? I thought you were sisters!" And it was my turn to blush.
The shoot wasn't anything unusual; lots of poses at the dressing table, lots of poses on the bed. I was a bit disappointed that this was just a lingerie shoot. Our client had an amazing body and I would've loved to see more of it. By the time the photo shoot was over, I was more than a little bit horny, but I had to pull myself together because we had one more client on the way
I was a bit anxious about this client; they had been coy when we spoke on the phone. Our conversation went something like, "What are your limits? Is there anything you won't shoot?"
"Our policy is no violence, no drugs, no one under 18 and no men. Other than that, we're flexible."
"Are you ok with action shots?"
"Action shots? I'm not sure what you mean."
"Are you willing to photograph sex acts?"
"We take it on a case-by-case basis, but we're generally open to most anything."
With that exchange echoing in my head, I waited impatiently for our client to arrive. My heart was pounding in my chest when the door opened to reveal a petite, raven-haired beauty with porcelain skin. Following her was a very tall blond woman. Together, they gave the impression of a goth princess with her pet valkyrie; an impression that I would later learn was not far from the truth. The dark-haired woman introduced herself as Rose, saying her companion's name was Annika.
When the two young women emerged from the changing room, Rose was wearing high-heeled thigh-high boots, elbow-length gloves, a bra and panties, all in black patent leather. She held a chain that ran through a ring on Annika's collar down to nipple clamps on the taller woman's exposed breasts. In addition to the collar and nipple clamps, Annika was wearing a black garter belt and stockings and a pretty pair of black lace panties. I did my best to hide how sexy I thought they were, but thoughts of burying my face between the brunette's legs were crowding out any other thoughts.
"What we were hoping for is some material to give clients an idea of what they can expect if they visit one of our shows."
"Oh, shows?"
"Yeah, we run a club featuring live sex shows. That's not going to be a problem, is it?"
"Absolutely not. How would you like to begin?"
"I thought we'd start with some standing photos. Then, if Annika has been a good girl, we'll move to the bed where I may let her eat my pussy."
"Ok, let me get my camera. Were you wanting video as well?"
"That would be great, thank you." With a slight tug on her companion's chain, she said, "Annika, take your proper place."
The statuesque blond sank to her knees on the floor by her mistress' feet and I started snapping photos. I took some photos from a high angle to highlight Annika's submissiveness and some from a low angle to show Rose in a more domineering light. Annika licked Rose's boots and caressed her thighs. The pictures were hot, but rather cliche. Things got a lot more interesting when they moved to the bed.
Rose lay in bed, spreading her legs invitingly. Annika took her place between Rose's legs and turned to smile suggestively at the camera, her cheek brushing against Rose's panties. I snapped off a flurry of photos: zoomed in so close that the entire frame consisted of Annika's face and Rose's crotch, zoomed out and low enough to capture Annika's torso, framing Annika's face and Rose's torso, then zoomed out enough to capture their entire bodies.
I gave Annika a nod to let her know I had enough photos and she started to pull Rose's panties down. Slowly, so slowly they moved. Annika wasn't undressing Rose as much as she was revealing her. Tufts of jet black hair appeared, carefully shaped into a triangle pointing down. The panties moved further, revealing a hard little clitoris, then puffy, engorged lips. Annika extended her tongue to collect a pearlescent drop of Rose's cream.
Once Annika had Rose's panties down to mid-thigh, she hastened her approach, pulling them the rest of the way off in one swift motion. She kissed her way back up the inside of Rose's thighs and ran her tongue up each of Rose's lips before planting a light kiss on her clit. Annika spread Rose's lips carefully and took a moment to let us all admire, and photograph, the view. Yeah, Annika wasn't just going to please her lover, she was going to put on a show and I, for one, couldn't wait.
I tried to remain focused as the site of Annika eating Rose brought back a flood of memories. I imaged the scent of Rose's hot pussy filling my nostrils, the taste of her sweet cum flooding my mouth, the feel of her soft lips on my clit. My mouth watered at the prospect of taking Annika's place between Rose's legs.
Rose said, "looks like someone's enjoying the show."
Oh shit, had I done something to show how horny I was? Could they read my mind? No, I looked over and saw Bree rubbing herself through her shorts. "Bree, what the hell are you doing?! Apologize to these ladies, now! I'm so sorry, ma'am, I don't know what's come over my daughter. She's going to leave and we can schedule another session for video if you want, completely free of charge, of course."
"Don't be silly! We love it when our audience enjoys themselves. Especially when they're as sexy as her." Rose stared at Bree hungrily. "Do you want to join us? It'd be so fucking hot having your Mom watching and taking photos while we use that pretty face of yours."
My mind immediately filled with images: Bree eating Annika from behind, Bree eating Rose while being fucked by Annika doggy style, my daughter being used by these two women in every depraved way possible. And I got unbelievably horny. I was glad that I had worn panties, because otherwise evidence of my arousal would be running down my legs.
"I'm sorry, but she won't be able to do that. We have a strict policy against engaging in sexual relations with our clients."
"That's too bad. You could've joined us too; I've never had a mother and daughter at the same time."
And just like that, another image arose unbidden. In my mind's eye, I saw Bree and I lying side by side, while Rose and Annika sat on our faces. We were holding hands at first, but then our hands glided over to finger each other. No, no, I couldn't be thinking of my daughter that way.
The photo shoot didn't take much longer. Annika made Rose cum and I got lots of photos of Rose's tensed body, her face contorted in ecstasy, and of Annika's face coated with cum. It probably only took fifteen minutes, but it felt like eternity. My pussy was aching for release and I wanted nothing more than to run into the restroom and get myself off.
We wrapped things up and I told Rose that their photos would be ready in a couple of days. I tried my best to make sure I didn't make them feel rushed, but I was dying for some "me time". Finally they left, but before I could take care of business, I needed to talk to Bree. I explained to her that we have to be strictly professional with our clients, no matter how sexy a shoot is, because it gives us a measure of protection from people claiming that we're really running a brothel. I was glad that she understood; less glad that she was being a bit oblivious. I wanted some time alone, but she wanted to learn more about the business. I couldn't exactly say, "give me a few minutes, Mommy needs to play with herself," so I indulged her questions.
"How do you pick outfits for people, Mom? That red outfit that you used earlier made that lady look like the very ideal of sexy."
That made me wonder if Bree took after me and liked women, too. I put that thought aside and answered, "well, you pick shapes that'll flatter the woman's curves, highlighting her assets and downplaying any problem areas. You pick colors that fit the mood and complement your model's skin tone or highlight other aspects." I pulled out a deep blue teddy. "This, for instance, would really make your beautiful eyes stand out."
