Confessions of a photographer Part Four
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Part Two https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-part-2-56377
(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)
Most days were the same though my learning curve was fast and within a few months I was able to set up the studios for the different types of shoot we were going to do that day. Indeed, I was allowed to take some of the shots myself and though John checked the contact pictures prior to them being used. I had also undertaken some photo shoots myself, and these were used for some of the clients so I had a few memorable photoshoots from the magazines pinned up on my wall at home.
One of my biggest shoots came about while John was on another overseas shoot. He was on a small island somewhere in the Pacific shooting a yearly calendar for a tyre firm whose name I can’t mention but it was quite famous. I arrived at the agency and sort out Christine, who was on the phone. As she replaced the receiver she turned and said,
“We have something of a problem!
Before I could speak added,
“That was Lady Anne Downey, who wants John to come out and take a portrait photo of her 18yr old daughter Lady Beatrice Downey, apparently it’s for some country magazine called The Home and Manor. She won’t let the magazines photographer take them as we have always taken theirs in the past.”
Looking at me she picked up the phone and dialled a long number which I worked out was an international one. I heard her start talking to John with a lot of yes and no’s she suddenly passed the phone to me.
“Jake, I have a problem, I’ve seen your work and it’s very good, so I want you to go take the picture of Beatrice for me. There is a book with portrait suggestions in it, have yourself a coffee and study it. Take Susan with you and leave your camera behind. Take the box marked 8, it has all the things you will need to take a special portrait. The camera itself is already set for portraits with a special filter and electronic flash its auto settings should give you the perfect portrait photo of her. When Anne asks who you are and why I am not there explain I can’t be reached and that we have flown you in especially for this job now give the phone to Christine.”
Christine spent about another 5 minutes finishing with ok I understand. Christine went to get hold of Susan while I pulled out the box number 8. Inside was a beautiful Rolleiflex camera complete with electronic flash and some accessories. I took the portrait book out and studying it found it had quite a few ways of getting the best portrait in it. While I read it over and over Susan came with her box of tricks and we headed up towards the roof. When we stepped onto the roof the helicopter taxi had just landed, so we loaded it up with the gear and off we went across London.
The Downey’s estate was quite large and from the height we were at we could see it sprawled out before us. It’s landing area marked with a large H in a circle, we descended down on to it. It was away from the house and if it wasn’t for the gear we could easily have walked it in about 5 minutes but with all the lighting, tripods and stuff I was pleased as a Land rover pulled up beside us. The driver opened the doors and told us to get in while he loaded our equipment. It was a nice little ride to the big house and I would be lying if I said I had no worries. Infact I was almost shaking as Susan took my hand saying,
“Just relax, remember to use a little bit of arrogance and tell her what you want her to do without being rude. Lady Anne is a pussycat really, but Beatrice can be awkward. Just be on your guard.”
I had taken notice of the John’s style over the past few months and decided that I would copy his manner. We pulled up to the French window’s and Susan and I went inside to be greeted by Lady Anne with Beatrice lounging on a chair come sofa. Her legs spread showing quite a bit of thigh. I couldn’t help it my little brain started to work immediately. Though not fully hard it was pushing against my trousers for anyone to see if they looked. Thankfully the book of portraits was in front of my unruly penis.
“Please sit, would you like tea, while you explain where John is and who you are?”
I took up a chair facing both of them while Susan sat next to me. Beatrice was obviously in a playful mood as when she sat up she did so slowly making sure her panties were on show for the longest time. I enjoyed the show she was putting on and carefully showed my appreciation, I didn’t think that Susan or Lady Anne had noticed but was glad the book covered my lap.
I explained that I was doing John a favour, him being incommunicado so to speak and that we were both very busy in our different agencies and I had cleared a window to take this portrait but that if she wasn’t happy then we would pack up and leave but I could recommend another photographer if she wanted one. I thought the arrogance was just enough and looked over to Susan who had noticed the bulge and carefully nodded to let me know I was on the right track.
Lady Anne visibly backed tracked saying,
“Oh, I quite understand you are both busy people, but this is an important portrait of Beatrice and is to be the front cover of the Magazine.”
I smiled lightning the meeting and said I would need to look about the home for the best place to take this important photograph. At this point Beatrice jumped in saying she would take me around the home and between us would get the best background for the photoshoot. Both Susan and I rose to follow Beatrice.
The first place Beatrice headed for was her own bedroom, the obligatory four poster was in centre space commanding the entire room with an assortment of draws and dressing tables leading away from the bed.
Compared to my room at my mother’s this was the size of a football pitch. The bed would give further back support for other shots. I stood in the doorway taking some rough reminder shots. Next to her room was a slightly smaller room with a full-size snooker table in the centre and the cues, rests and such fastened to the walls, a score board in prominent position. Both of these rooms had height to match the overall size of the rooms. Susan was very quiet and I assumed it was because she was checking the layouts to find me the best place to take the shot. Lady Anne appeared at the doorway and suggested she and Susan head off together while Beatrice and I continue the look about.
Susan takes over narration at this point as I stayed with Beatrice!
Lady Anne and I knew each other very well. Not only had we dealt with the family for a few years but on occasion when we talked on the phone we would flirt with each other. It had never gone past this but if she rang us she would always ask for me. We headed away from Jake and Beatrice. Along quite a large corridor with various doors leading off it. We seemed to have walked for ages when we came to what looked like an afternoon tea room.
“Would you like some refreshments?
Nodding we took seats at a small table while Lady Anne pulled the bell pull and came and sat close to me. It didn’t take long for a butler to appear and get orders for our requirements and leave. Within minutes he seemed to appear back with tray and some dainty cakes. Sitting alone now our tea in our hands I looked Lady Anne over. She was well dressed naturally with a hint of sexiness about her. I have to admit she was my type about forty her breasts pushing out her dress top seemed pert but not false. Our tea finished we started to chat like two old friends.
I longed to just reach over and start the beginning of love making with her. I could feel my pussy starting to ache and grow a little bit wetter. Lady Anne stood and taking my hand headed us in the direction of a sofa. Once there she sat so close the whole of our bodies touched and she placed her arm around my shoulders. I knew what was about to happen and decided the best thing was to let her show me what she wanted. Her arm reached around my shoulders and onto my breasts feeling them both as her head leaned forward and her soft mouth started to kiss my neck. The fire she had started deep between my legs wanted a more proactive role.
I let my hands become their more searching role and slowly eased them onto the top of her dress. I could feel her nipples through her clothing they were rock hard like little soldiers on guard I eased her head in my hands till our mouths met for a deep and sensual kiss. She didn’t hold back at all her tongue fighting mine for possession of her mouth. Both our breaths were coming in fast short breaths.
“Is it safe here? Someone might come in!”
I managed to get out between kisses. She made no attempt to stop indeed one of her hands had almost the whole of my blouse open just the last button and she would be down to my bra. I could feel the air on my body as she opened up my blouse. She eased it away from me saying
“Only the servants would see and they don’t count!”
Then standing took my hand helping me up, led me to a large lamb skin rug on the floor she released her dress and pulled at my skirts waistband button then unzipping my skirt let it fall beside her dress. I had often wondered what these posh types wore under those staid style clothes and here I was being treated to full view.
What I saw was really turning me on, we fell onto the rug both clutching at each other. Our mouths searching for the other. The fake log fire was lit and the heat from that and our sexual need had our bodies sweating.
I undid her front fastening bra and opening it up saw before me two large dark brown Malteser like nipples. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, my tongue whirling around them like a dervisher wielding his spear. In the meantime, Lady Anne had her hand into my panties and with four fingers was forcing open my cunny lips. I had never been fisted before but the more excited I became the more juices and the further her hand penetrated me till I could feel it fill my pussy completely. Her gentle motions were bringing me closer to an orgasm. I was totally helpless to stop it. My hips forced deeper onto her wrist.
The door suddenly opened and a young coloured maid entered she turned and locked the doors then disrobed. I felt my orgasm burst inside me as she pulled her panties off and instead of a pussy had the biggest cock I had ever seen. Lady Anne was still working her wrist in and out of my pussy each stroke bringing another feeling till my second orgasm was well on its way.
I watched enthralled as the maid positioned herself at the rear of Lady Anne and ever so slowly eased her giant cock deep into her. Anne moved closer to my pussy her fist still deep inside me, I could feel her tongue wrap around my extended clit. That first touch sending electric all around my body. I couldn’t help myself that slow guttural noise that was released from my throat which was meant to say yes but just came out in and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Anne eased her fist slowly out of my love tunnel, my pussy felt so empty I was almost in tears. I could feel the maid move but to be honest that emptiness was over whelming. Suddenly I felt it, a cock but not just any cock this was almost filling me as much as Anne’s fist had. It was filling me in girth and length going deeper than any man I had had the pleasure to fuck before.
I could feel the small tits push into my mouth as this maid started to ram her Zucchini sized appendage deep within the walls of my pussy. My pussy was gripping it like there was no tomorrow when all of a sudden, I felt the red hot cum shoot out of this woman’s cock mixing with my own juices which were shooting out of me. Well they would have been were it not for my pussy being crammed full of cock.
As she eased herself out of me. The two lots of juices making a pool on the rug and coating my legs. I rolled onto my back and felt both women attack my pussy lapping and licking at the fountain that was my pussy. I lay there unable to move, nothing going through my head I just felt blank yet cozily warm on this large lamb’s wool rug as the fake log fire cast its heat over us all. From a long way, back in my memory I remembered the portrait. I started to move apart from our threesome,
“We need to find Jake, to see how he is getting on with the portrait!”
Slowly we all dressed and Lady Anne gave some last instructions to the coloured maid as she unlocked the door and headed off. Sitting in an armchair totally exhausted Anne in the other I could have just curl up and gone to sleep. Trouble was we needed that portrait but I just didn’t have the strength, to move.
“Well, you both look as though you have been enjoying yourselves, while I was working.”
I look down at myself my clothes were all creased, yes, they were on but not all of my blouse buttons were fastened, to be honest I didn’t have the strength.
Narrator is back to Jake now!
People used to tell me you could see when two people had had sex but to be honest I never believed it till now. Both Lady Anne and Susan were lounging in the two armchairs looking as though they did not have a care in the world. I had taken some polaroid pics to show exactly what pictures I had taken with the Rolleiflex camera. I had tried to capture the same shot but of course the polaroid doesn’t have the depth of field that the Rolleiflex has.
Anne and Susan perused the polaroid’s then pulling out two said it would be a choice between these two. I told them smiling at the same time to turn the pictures over and on the back, I had written either of these two. They both laughed.
I sat and as the butler arrived with a tray of tea and some small cakes. I spoke with Lady Anne about the photos of her daughter and that while we were walking around upstairs she had mentioned she would be interested in doing a layout of pictures and that our agency could tout them to see if one of the magazines might be interested. If so we would contact them again.
Drinking our tea, we sat and chatted for a while prior to us leaving. Being honest Beatrice had flirted with me all the way around her fantastic house but I just didn’t have the time to ravish her the way she deserved, tormenting me the way she had been. We had fixed a two-day shoot and pencilled it in our diaries, which would give me loads of time to get the layouts right and hopefully lay Beatrice also.
We loaded up the helicopter taxi and were shortly getting out on the roof of our agency. Some of our staff were waiting to help us unload and get our gear back to the studio’s. Susan said she was going to call it a day as she was exhausted keeping Lady Anne busy while I was looking around. Christine told me we had nothing on that required me so that I could also go home for the day. I explained I wanted to see the pictures I had taken and would wait for the courier to return with the prints and the data disc in about an hour.
“Okay,”
was all Christine said while I headed to where the kit boxes were stored and opening up the one I had been using cleaned and reloaded the Rolleiflex replaced the batteries so that it was ready for the next time to just grab and take with us. I had decided when there was a spare moment I would open all the eleven boxes just to see what kit John had but for now I could hear some commotion in the main office and went to see what was causing it.
Christine, Susan and some of the staff were gathered around Christine’s desk looking at a large picture that Christine was holding in her hands. They were all admiring it, and when I got close to them I saw it was an A0 print (33.1” by 46.8”) of one of the pictures I had taken. People say you shouldn’t brag but sometimes you just can’t help it and this was one of those times. With a lot of “Well done’s,” and pats on the back I saw for the first time one of the two shots I wanted to use at almost full size. The picture was almost perfect if one can ever achieve perfection then this was it.
I studied it and with my name printed on the bottom along with the agency’s name handed it over to the courier who was going to take it to Lady Anne’s home. Inside I was as chuffed as anything. Christine handed me a wrapped copy of it for my wall and a book containing the other photo’s I had taken, telling me I was finished for the day. I drove home in the car the agency had helped me buy, still in a daze. Infact as I drank my tea listening to mam and dad chatting it finally sunk in, I couldn’t remember driving home.
It was a few days before the Home and Manor magazine was published and as I spoke with John who had returned from his shoot he told me he had already spoke with the editor and they would deliver two magazines to us along with a large print of the front page. John told me we would have to get a passport for me but the agency would pay. He took the passport photo and giving that and the form to Christine had her mail them that day. When the magazines arrived we, all gathered around the large print of the front page. It had been mounted in a proper frame and was fantastic. John told me it was as good as he would have taken which for me was high praise indeed.
The main thing was to have my name printed right at the bottom where it said Photo by Jake Sloane. Taking the mounted photo, I headed home chuffed to bits.
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