"What do you think?"
"Picture perfect," I announced with a huge grin on my face.
I felt a stirring in my loins and cursed myself. I was getting the beginning of an erection. What the fuck had this woman done to me? Things could only go from bad to worse and I almost had an inkling to cancel the shoot but to do so would be unprofessional and therefore put the idea from my mind.
"Would you like to go and lie down on the bed? You can leave the robe on the stool."
"Sure!" she candidly replied.
Jenny slowly and seductively walked towards the bed which had been set up in preparation. It was almost as if she were teasing me and crawled across the king size bed giving me an ample view of two beautiful, silk clad buttocks. After lying down and giving me a mischievous look she spoke a single sentence.
"How do you want me master?" There was no longer the glint of tease in her eye but that of passion.
That shoot, albeit one of the most pleasurable that I have ever spent in my studio, was also one of the hardest that I ever had to suffer through. Thinking of neutral thoughts did nothing to alleviate the fact that her posing and sexual looks caused me to suffer most of the session with a raging hardon. I could literally feel my dick secreting pre-cum into my boxers. Thankfully Jenny was very good at what she did and after only 45 or so minutes we were ready to call it a day, both of us very happy with the outcome.
Jenny was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, as naked as the day she was born and seemed very relaxed. I picked up the robe off the stool where she had originally left it and put it on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want to go and get dressed? I think we're finished now. We managed a bunch of great shots. She nodded smiling and in unashamed nudity, trailing the robe behind her and swinging her hips, she disappeared into the dressing room. I quickly extracted the card from my camera and plugged it into my pc to go through the photos. A couple of minutes later I heard Jenny walking towards me. I looked in her direction and to my chagrin found that she was dressed in the robe that I had laid out for her.
"Ooh are those of me?" she asked motioning towards the monitor.
"Yes, take a seat, we can go through them together."
We spent about fifteen minutes going through her photos, each one a miniature masterpiece of her beauty. As we progressed, her poses got raunchier and more enticing until she was fully naked strutting her wares. There were full length, half body and close-ups of every inch of her body.
"What do you think of this one?" she asked, stopping me at a particular photo.
What was there not to like? She was bent over on her knees look straight back at the camera over her left shoulder with her left hand resting on her bum. Her long reddish hair flowed over her back down to her hanging boobs in exquisite fashion. But the cherry on the cake had to be her pussy. That Holy of Holies that would undoubtedly be the source of many an explosive orgasm for any man lucky enough to dip his wick into her honey-pot.
Her pussy was the neatest that I had ever seen. It was so tight and compact; literally what you'd call a 'slit'. Nothing protruded, neither her inner lips nor her clit. Even just looking at the photo with her was driving me up the wall.
"I like," I nodded with an air of knowledge, doing my utmost to remain professional. "Very nice indeed." I only hoped that she wouldn't look down and see my hardon trying to escape my trousers.
"You know what Pete?" she quietly asked me, placing her soft hand on my thigh, uncomfortably close to what I was desperately trying to hide from her.
"What my dear?" I gently replied, while scrolling through her pics.
"I felt very comfortable here today and would really like to see you again."
"I enjoyed it too. Very much so, but as to working together again, I suppose that depends on your agent."
"Well to be absolutely honest with you," her hand slowly moved on my thigh and I felt my cock twitch, "I didn't mean work. I was thinking more on the lines of seeing you on a personal level rather than professional."
Her eyes were slightly downcast giving me a coy look that was impossible to miss. There it was. She put into words what I had been thinking since I first saw her. She'd dropped the bomb and now it was totally up to me. I stood up and moved away from the PC shaking my head.
"Don't get me wrong Jenny, you are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever met and would love to get to know you better, but I never date anyone I work with."
I turned to face her only to find her giving me an intense look. If during the shoot she had a look of passion, now it was totally different. This was a look of longing, a hunger that could only be satiated by one thing.
"Is that why you've been trying to hide that stiff since before we started shooting?"
"Fuck! You are direct aren't you?" I uttered under my breath.
"You didn't think I wouldn't notice did you?"
"Well I had sort of hoped that..."
"With the bulge you're packing down there? You have got to be kidding me."
"Oh okay yes, you turned me on but that doesn't mean I have to act on it. Contrary to popular belief, some of us men can keep it in our trousers and I am one of them. But the facts still remain the same. Due to our working together, I cannot and will not take things further. It's unethical damn it!"
"Good," she beamed, tapping the chair I'd just vacated. "Come sit next to me."
I slowly returned to my seat, my head hung in resignation of what I knew the outcome had to be. She took my hands in hers and continued.
"So, due to your work ethics, we can't date. Right?" I nodded. "Okay, so what you're saying, in a nutshell is, if we never work together you would be free to date me as much as you want."
"Yes and no."
"How does the no fit in to all this?"
"Well we have already worked together and there is no guarantee that we won't work together again. You know as well as I do that in our profession we have to take whatever work comes along. It's not as if people are knocking at the door for nude models or photographers. So as I said, there are no guarantees."
"Would it make any difference if I were to, hypothetically speaking," she paused for effect, looking thoughtful, "quit being a model?"
"Yeah as if that is going to happen any time soon," I laughed. "A model of your calibre quit? No way."
"I didn't ask when it's going to happen; I asked if it would make a difference. Would it?"
"Well, 'hypothetically speaking'," I emphasized. She relinquished her grip on my hands and placed a hand on my thigh again. "Were you to quit, there would be no reason for me not to ask you out on a date or anything else for that matter. If it can't cause a professional rift there wouldn't be any reason not to."
"Good," she whispered, her hand still unmoving on my thigh. "I have something to tell you. I quit my modelling career. In fact it was only by chance and constant badgering from my agent that I took this job today. So really I am officially retired from modelling."
I was flabbergasted.
"Why would you do something like that?" I asked, scarcely believing her words.
"Various reasons really. First of all, I have a nine-year old daughter and I knew that I couldn't keep this up forever. My line of work can sometimes be a little embarrassing. When I'm at a parents' day meeting or a sports day, I sometimes get fathers' give me lustful looks of knowing. I couldn't really care less what they think about me, but if it's going to hurt Sally I can't let that happen. Granted, she does know that I model nude, as I raised her to be as open minded as possible, but there is a big difference between knowing and having it flung in her face by some cruel kid, motivated by a vindictive parent. Another reason is that not many photographers share your impeccable ethics. I have been propositioned many a time and am flooded by lecherous comments. It can become very tiring. So you see, I retired."
"I really don't know what to say."
Standing up, allowing the robe to fall to the ground and exposing her nudity in the process, she took hold of my hands and motioned for me to stand. Standing on tip-toes she whispered in my ear.
"Just say you'll make love to me."
I pulled her closer and without further arguments my lips sought hers as my hands fondled her sizable breasts and rolled her engorged nipples between my fingers. She reciprocated with enthusiasm and as our tongues tantalized each other's, her hands rapidly started disrobing me. She pulled my tee shirt over my head, our tongues temporarily unemployed as she exposed my hairless chest. As I continued fondling her bountiful breasts, her hands tugged at my belt. Once loose, she dropped to her knees pulling my trousers and boxers down to my ankles and gave a gasp as she saw my rampant cock, dripping pre-cum, for the first time.
"Dear God!" she exclaimed. "You are huge!"
Although my length is only about five and a half inches, I had a girth of nearly seven.
Without further ceremony her tongue teased my glans, lapping my copious pre-cum. She took me into her mouth, well, what she could due to its size and her very petite mouth and as she worked on me a deep groan of pleasure escaped my lips. She stopped sucking me and stood up, taking my hand and pulled me towards the bed. She toppled back, pulling me down on top of her. I looked into her eyes and I knew this was meant to be. I kissed her with a deep passion and she wrapped her legs around my back pulling me inexorably towards her awaiting crevice. I disentangled myself from her and lowered my face to her boobs. Taking one of her distended nipples in my mouth and cupping her mound, my finger slid effortlessly into her sodden pussy.
"Oh yes!" she moaned as she arched her back, pushing herself onto my invading finger. "That feels so good."
I relinquished suckling her nipple and after removing my finger from her depths replaced my hand with my face as I inhaled the pungent smell of her arousal. I let my tongue traverse the length of her pussy from bottom to top as I went in search of her clit. Upon reaching her nubbin and giving it a flick with my tongue, she suddenly emitted a screech.
"No! No! Please stop!" Her hands shot out and pulled my head away. "I am so close and want to cum with you inside me. Don't suck me now darling just shove your pole inside me and fuck me!"
Needing no further encouragement, I once again took my place with my crown nestled in her vulva. Jenny drew in a deep breath and as I slowly pushed forward I could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate my girth. I had only penetrated about two inches when she let out a huge sigh.
"Fuck, that feels awesome. I already feel stretched to the limit."
"Are you ok?"
"Uh. Yes." It was a guttural sound, emanating from deep within her very core. "Give me more. I want it all!"
I pushed forward until I was fully ensconced in her tight shaft. I have had my fair share of women but I honestly think that I had never been with a woman as tight as Jenny.
"Damn, you are amazing Pete," she cooed. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me with that magnificent tool of yours!"
I slowly withdrew and without warning pushed back deep inside her making her squeal with pleasure. A few more thrusts and I could feel her start to tremble. This was the beginning of her orgasm. As her nails racked my back and her legs pulled me as deep as possible she suddenly started to thrash below me, opening her mouth in a silent scream as her climax hit. I tried moving but she held me in place. As she slowly started descending from her plateau her vice like grip on me relaxed allowing me to once again slide in and out of her. I knew my own climax would not be long. I had become too aroused during our shoot and that, coupled with the tight grip her pussy had on my cock, would be too much for me to handle much longer.
A few thrusts later, I felt the tell-tale tightening in my balls, announcing my own impending orgasm. I looked into her eyes.
"Jenny are you..."
"Coil," she half whispered through caught breaths between each thrust and I relaxed in the knowledge I wouldn't be making any babies today.
"I'm cumming soon baby."
"Wait for me, darling. Keep doing what you are doing and I'll be there in a few seconds," she grunted.
Without warning she clamped her legs around my back again and dug her nails into my back as she started to orgasm for the second time. This was enough to send me over the edge as I started cumming deep inside her, painting her vaginal walls with my seed. As we simultaneously convulsed, each in the throes of our orgasms, her pussy contracted and relaxed around my pulsating cock coaxing the sperm out of my balls.
"Oh God!" she shouted. "Fuck me Pete! Fuck me like you've never fucked before."
Still spurting into her I withdrew and instantly plunged, ruthlessly back into her depths. Her eyes shot wide open and her mouth formed an 'O' but no sound came out. She grunted with every thrust as I continued my merciless attack on her glorious sex, harder, deeper and ruthless in my violation of her most intimate parts.
I don't know how many more times she climaxed, but I didn't care. My only thought was my own gratification as I took what I wanted from her. I slipped out of her and grabbed her ankles and roughly flung them to one side.
"On your knees!" I ordered.
She obeyed without hesitation. She was barely in place before I rammed into her again. Lubricated with both her secretions and my spunk, the way forward was easy but still damned tight. Each plunge into her depths had her whimpering with pleasure and I marveled how such a small neat muff could stretch so readily to accommodate me so easily but so snugly. I knew that I couldn't keep this up for much longer and as soon as I felt a tightening in my balls once again, knowing I was very close to cumming, I slapped her arse with a resounding whack.
"Ooh," she wailed, but I didn't let it stop there.
"On your back again!"
Again she did as I demanded and when she was once again looking at me I took my cock in my hand and stroked up and down, wanking off, for the last few strokes.
"Uggh! Here it comes baby!"
My first spurt flew so far that it ended up on her face and hair and she squealed with surprise. The second and third spurts lacked the power of the first and landed just below her breasts on her flat tummy. I continued wanking until my balls had emptied themselves, after which I flopped down on the bed beside her, satiated and knackered.
"Holy shit!" she yelled, getting to her knees, unceremoniously wiping my cum off her face to transfer it to her mouth. "What the fuck was that!"
I was horrified and didn't know how to even start with a reply.
"You're a fucking animal!"
I got up and faced her, taking her hands in mine, shocked to the core.
"Jenny I'm sorry if I lost control or hurt you but..."
"Sorry? What the fuck have you got to be sorry for?"
"But didn't you..."
"That was fucking incredible!" She was beside herself with glee. "I have never been fucked so well before. I have never in all my life cum so much; I thought I was going to die. What did you do to me?"
The smile on her face returned and I gave an involuntary sigh of relief and once again flopped down on the bed. She quickly joined me and snuggled up, resting her head on my shoulder with an arm flung over my chest.
"Can I confess something to you Pete?" she softly asked.
"Of course you can. What's troubling you?"
"I really don't want you to get the wrong idea and I don't know how to say this, but..."
"But... I think I am falling in love with you."
It was barely an audible whisper but it wouldn't have been so clear if she had screamed it out from the hill tops.
"Then I have a little confession for you too,"
I simply nodded.
"I fell in love with you the moment you walked in my door."
We were married five weeks later. We could have managed it earlier but it took a bit of time for us to settle all personal matters. I lived way down south in Exeter while Jenny lived in Nottingham. It was decided that they would all, Jenny, her mother Margaret and daughter Sally, move lock, stock and barrel in with me. It was the only logical thing to do owing to the fact that my studio and whole livelihood was here. I had a large house and had more than enough room for everyone. It would have been too much hassle for me to find a new place up north and so all arrangements were made.
Margaret and I got on well together, but the way that Sally took to me was amazing. From the moment we met we got on like a house on fire and she would follow me around whenever she could, holding my hand or demanding piggy-back rides around the house.
When we were married I legally adopted Sally and when we got back home she asked if she could speak with me.
"Now that you have adopted me," she slowly started, "that means that I am your daughter right?"
She had a slight look of concern on her face.
"That is right."
"And that means that you are my father now?"
"Yes I am," I continued.
"So now that you are my father would you mind if I call you daddy instead of Pete?"
I felt myself choke up a little as I looked down at her pretty expectant face.
"I'd have it no other way darling," I told her opening my arms wide. "Come give me a hug."
She ran into my arms and buried her face in my neck.
"Thanks daddy. I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart."
A movement caught my eye and saw that Jenny was resting against the door frame with such a look of happiness on her face and I knew that we would all have a wonderful life together. Alas our long happy life was to be short lived.
Two years later my world came crashing down when Jenny was killed in a motor accident. It had been snowing and a reckless driver, going well over the speed limit in reduced visibility, slammed into Jenny's' car from behind, sending her over an embankment. She died on impact.
I turned to look at the photo of my beautiful wife on my bedside table.
"Good night darling," I softly whispered to the photo and after switching off my bedside lamp I closed my eyes to sleep.