The photographer I have done fairly well for myself. I make a good living as a commercial photographer. I know what you must think. Naked supermodels in the studio all the time. It doesn't really work that way. I have done my share of Catalogues and Bikinis but just regional stuff and mostly commercial stills for advertising. Still it pays better and had better hours than the old wedding photographer gig. I do weddings for my friends and their kids and usually do it as a present nowadays. I started young. As a matter of fact when I was still in High School. I picked up my dad's Nikon one day and started taking pictures. It blossomed to Year Book and then weddings and portraits as I went to college. My dream was always to become a Playboy photographer but I am sure that is one of all teenage boys fantasies. Now that I am semi retired I have lots to share. Over my career I have had a number of pretty wild sexual encounters and I thought I would write them down. They may not come out in order but they will all be written about photography and the situations it got me into. The Web Site Recently I was approached by one of my younger friends with one of his hair brained get rich quick schemes. I have heard all of them and tried to stay out of most. This one didn't look any better to me than all the rest he had tried. He wanted to start up an Internet site featuring local amateur models. I told him up front I had to many people already paying me to shoot pictures to do this. He insisted that all he needed was some technical help and some of my time to set up a studio and get a buddy of his some quick training to shoot the thousands of women that would be flocking to his Website to get put on the Net. Against my better judgment I agreed to go over the plans and meet the buddy. It was your standard Denny's style coffee shop. I had my first cup before my friend Eric showed up. Right behind him was his buddy and his buddy's wife. They were pleasant. A little young for me, in there middle 20's I would guess. The wife was quick to smile but stayed very quiet. She was dressed in a baggie set of denims and a huge sweatshirt with a popular Logo on it. She seemed to be about 5'2" with brown to auburn hair a nice complexion and pretty green eyes. It was impossible to tell if she had a body worth looking at or not. Eric introduced me to Shane and Mellissa. We said hello exchanged pleasantries as we ordered and I had that creeping feeling I was going to get stuck with the whole check. Shane and Mellissa owned a local farmhouse and were offering to remodel the barn into a studio. Shane was a carpenter and was sure he could do a good job of it. Mellissa was a hair stylist and was going to be on hand to do hair and make up. When I asked her if she was interested in posing herself. She blushed and told me she was to shy. Eric was the computer guy and I was sure he just thought of this as an unending supply of dirty pictures. One of Eric's favorite pastimes was looking through my albums. He especially liked the books of unpublished pictures. Most of which were nudes from commercial shoots or from private Glamour or Boudoir shoots that had gone further than the model had intended or more than the customer was willing to use. My role was to teach Shane how to take pictures and to set up lighting and cameras for the studio. I had some older surplus equipment and Shane and Mellissa seemed nice enough so I decided what the hell why not. It was decided that we would all run off and do our thing. Shane would modify the barn, I would put together the equipment, and Eric would develop the web site. Later that month I got a call from Shane. He said he thought he was ready and would I come by and make sure everything was ok. I said sure and we picked an evening. I asked him if he had a model so we could set lighting and I could teach him how to run the lights and the camera. He said he would ask Mellissa to fill in for our testing. I got there on time and was met by Shane at the driveway. He helped me lug in the stands and the tripod as well as the camera and lenses and then the lights. I had also brought a few old backdrops. He had done a nice job. The floor was stable and the area was open at one end with three basic walls enclosing the space. Since it was a barn the height was very good. We could get the lights up high out of the way. I put up a drape on the back wall and commented to him that lots of the old furniture and stuff he had around in the barn would make excellent props. We set the lighting up and I charged the power pack with an extension cord from the barn area. I hooked up the old camera I was loaning him and fired a couple of test shots. I asked if he had an old TV we could use. He said sure. He went and got it and set it up on a small table beside the work area. I ran a video out cable to it from the camera back and you could see the studio frame perfectly. I then displayed one of the pictures and you could see fairly well where the shadows fell so we could adjust up the lighting. Shane was a quick study so I was sure he could adjust the lighting as he moved models around on the set of the studio. He grasped the idea of how the camera and memory cards worked and I explained how to dump the cards to a pc or a laptop and gave him an adapter for the cards. We were ready. I asked him if we had a practice model. He told me he would get Mellissa. I knew what the hard half of this was going to be. Finding girls to take their cloths off wasn't as easy as Eric had made it sound. I did have a few leads I was willing to throw in but I wanted to see if everyone else was capable of doing there job first. Shane returned followed by Mellissa. I had set a simple bar stool about in the middle of the set. Mellissa looked very self conscious. I put on my disarming photographer act and explained to her that as a test model she just had to look pretty we would do the rest. She didn't have to take off any cloths she didn't want to and we could stop at any time. Shane had brought out a Bottle of wine and a glass for her to go with the cold beer we were having. After a little light conversation and a few glasses of wine she was ready. I watched her carefully with a photographer's eye and with the skills of knowing people I had learned over the years of taking their pictures. She wasn't frumpy like she had been the last time we talked but she wasn't exactly dressed like a slut either. She had on tight low rise Levis and a white shirt that was a few inches short of covering her tummy. A couple of buttons had been left undone at both top and bottom of the shirt. I could tell she was wearing a bra but it looked like it was a fairly skimpy lace job. Hints of cleavage could be seen as she walked. The real dead giveaway that she had prepared for this was her hair and makeup were perfect and she was wearing red high heels. I have seen women wear high heels and jeans before but she just wasn't the type. Either she wanted to be photographed or it was her husband Shane's little fantasy that she was playing to. Either way it changed the rules for me. Mellissa was a hot little number and if I could, I was going to fuck her. If Shane stayed and took pictures that would be fine by me. The reluctance she was showing was more from her being submissive than anything else. I asked her to take a seat on the stool. I was talking mostly to Shane but I did tell her I thought she was a real babe. I had Shane adjust the lighting himself and had him pop a few pictures. I was then talking to Mellissa more getting her to smile and to flex and strut for the camera. I told her she had nice tits. I would never talk to a customer like this but I wanted to push her and Shane early to see how they reacted. Mellissa just blushed and thanked me. Shane stiffened for a second and then took a few more pictures. I was telling Shane of different posing techniques that could be used and as I did I had Mellissa show them to us. She looked really sexy on that stool. I walked to her to show her a pose and she just dropped her eyes and let me move her body. Shane stood by with his mouth open and even I could see the bulge he was getting in his pants. I put Mellissa's feet on the upper rungs and pushed her knees apart. I then took her hands and put them between her legs flat on the stool. This caused her to lean forward and her upper arms pressed the sides of her breasts in. I pushed my limits again by reaching for her shirt and tugging open another button. I then reached to her shirt under her arms and tugged her collar open till the remaining buttons were straining. I got a nice feel of her breasts as I did it. I stepped back and had her look at the camera. Shane dutifully shot pictures of his wife's exposed cleavage. I stepped to her again and had her scoot forward and took her hands and put them together behind her back and on the stool top. Her back was arched and her tits were pushed out against her straining blouse. Her tummy was flat and the shiny little belly ring was plain to see. I reached over her and undid a couple more buttons. As I did I let my arms slide down over her tits. I could feel her shudder. I then reached to her sides and hooked the straps of her panties and tugged them up on her hips. They were bright red like her shoes. I stood back as her horny husband dutifully snapped off more pictures. I caught Mellissa looking at herself in the TV monitor we had set up. I again told her what a hot bitch she was then I told her I wanted to see her tits. Looking at Shane she took a hand from behind her and unbuttoned the last button of her top. The blouse slid open exposing a tiny red satin demi bra. It barely contained her bulging tits. Shane continued to take pictures. I told Mellissa to slowly run her hand down her tummy. As she did I was telling her how sexy she was and how hard she was making my dick. Her hand slipped into the top of her pants and she threw back her head. The mock masturbation scene was hot. Shane was zooming in and out and capturing his wife as she petted the kitty for us. I stepped up to her and unbuttoned and unzipped the pants and neatly folded back the top of her jeans to expose her panties. She was looking me right in the eye as I slowly traced the crack of her pussy thru her red satin thong. I stepped away as our Avid Shutterbug began taking another set of pictures. I told her to turn around and straddle the stool with her back to us. I walked to her and moved her hair over her shoulder and in the process caressing the tops of her tits. I had her slip off her top altogether as Shane took pictures of her from behind. She then began by her self. Moving for the camera but always looking at me. I sat close by where I could see what the camera couldn't. Shane was going crazy moving the wheeled tripod around and taking more and more pictures. Mellisa finally undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Shane took a series of pictures of his wife's nude back. I was looking at her tits. She got up off the stool and slipped her pants all the way off. She stood before us with nothing on but pearls panties and a pair of red Hi Heels. I walked over to her and positioned her with he ass facing the camera. I then mussed up her hair and grabbed a hand full. I slowly bent her over the stool. Her back was arched and her feet apart. The camera view on the monitor was awesome. She had one of the most perfect asses I had ever seen. The red satin thong hid almost nothing. I held her hair tight and rolled her head back till she was looking at me. You could only see me from mid chest and down on the Monitor. As she looked up at me I took my other hand and unzipped my pants. My dick sprang to attention. I took my dick in my hand and rubbed it on her face. Almost in slow motion her lips fell open. I looked at her husband taking pictures as I slid my cock down her throat. It felt so good. The velvet softness of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, the tight resistance of her throat, I was watching my purple veined monster slide slowly in and out of her mouth. She dutifully held her mouth wide open, never to make contact with her lips or teeth. I gripped her hair tight and told her to rub her pussy for her husband. Her hand reached beneath the stool seat through the legs of the stool to caress her satin clad pussy. As I fucked her face I watched her finger slide over the sweet spot and glide over the visible wet crack through her panties. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered. I was close, ohhh so close but I wasn't done yet. I pulled out my wet cock and swung her around to face her husband and the camera. Sometime during the last few minutes Shane had undone his pants and his raging cock was sticking lewdly out of his pants. I slammed her back down on the stool and kicked her feet wider apart. I had maintained the grip on her hair so even with her tummy firmly planted on the stool, her tits were sticking almost straight at the camera. I hooked the crotch of her panties and pulled them out of my way. I slid my twitching cock into her moist hot pussy. As I bottomed out she convulsed through her second intense orgasm. Mellisa put both of her hands on the small of her back and crossed her wrists. I grasped both her slender wrists in my hand and held them right at the top of her ass. The pressure of my hand held her firmly to the stool and my rapid strokes shook her tits lewdly. She just looked straight at her husband and started mewling and grunting with the rhythm of our furious fuck. Her husband could take no more and he waddled over with his pants around his knees and positioned his cock at her lips. I pushed forward on her head as I pushed in to her pussy and her mouth engulfed his cock in one stroke. I was sweating and telling her what a slut she was as I picked up the pace. Her husband's knees buckled and his eyes rolled back as he slowly eased away from her. He shot huge gobs of cum on her face at the same time I began to fire my cum in her pussy. After one pulse I pulled out and laid my still twitching cock on her ass and watched her get coated with cum from both ends. I buttoned my pants and helped Shane upload the pictured from the cards he had used to a laptop as Mellisa lay there and recovered. As I got ready to leave she finally stood up on shaky knees and slipped her white shirt on. Clutching it in front of her she came over to say goodbye. When she was standing in front of me I slipped my hand into her shirt and twisted her nipple. She bit her lip and we could here air whistling into her lungs through her clenched mouth. I told Shane that maybe next time we should try the lighting for a bondage shoot. He said that would be fine and I walked out the door knowing I would have the use of Mellisa anytime I wanted.