Assistant at a Photo Shoot
“Carl screwed it up again,” Ted noted leafing through the pictures I had just brought back from the photo shop. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered if Ted would find out what really happened. “What do you mean,” I replied as innocently as I could. “Look at these last shots, the shots, here,” Ted said handing me a few pictures of his wife’s covered . “Carl must have flipped the negatives, see?” “I, uh don’t see it, Ted.” Now I was starting to sweat; how could I be so stupid. “Here, look at this one,” he said holding another photo for me to see. It was one of him jerking his cock on Jane’s just before he came all over it. “In this one I’m about to on her left , remember?” “Yeah, I remember.” Oh, man why didn’t I think of this! “Well, then I came on her, and you took the close ups of her , her left ,” Ted explained. “But then all these pictures look like her right with on it. That’s what I’m saying, Carl at the photo lab screwed it up. I tell you man Carl isn’t the brightest, I mean I love the guy for developing this stuff for us when our digital camera is busted but it’s just sloppy work with these last ones being backwards.” Backwards! Lucky for me the shots were all close ups of Jane’s or one mostly on their bed and none of the surroundings were visible. I handed the pictures back to Ted saying, “yeah I see what you mean, but they’re still good. You can use them on the website and I doubt anyone will notice, and even if they did, I really don’t think they’d quit the membership over it, you know?” I said trying to get this over with before Ted got another theory on how her right got covered with . “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll just scan them in and use them anyway,” Ted decided putting the pictures back in the pile and moving toward the computer.
Ted and I spent a few hours scanning the images in the his computer and then updating the website he and his wife shared. It was called “Jane’s FootStation” and featured her incredible and legs in all kinds of fetish style photos. Jane and Ted had invited me down to their house to show me how they put an update together as my wife and I were looking to start a site of our own. I certainly learned a lot that day and I can’t believe what an awesome time I had.............
Turning left on Parker St., I pulled my car over at a vacant lot in the development and looked at the map again. One or two more blocks on this street and I should find their house. My whole body was tingling with nervous excitement. I was headed to a photo shoot of Jane’s FootStation! I would get to meet the woman whose pictures I’d jerked off to exclusively for over a year. Blood began rushing in my groin. What did she look like I wondered not having ever seen her face. The photos on her site show everything else however and Jane was my ultimate fantasy. How I wanted to be her slave. Was her husband going to be cool? What kind of shoot would they do today? Heels, stockings, bare? Footjob I hope, I hope? I shifted into gear again and drove down Parker Street looking at the house numbers, 125,127,129 and came to a stop sign. Crossing the intersection, I came up on 135 Parker Street and pulled into the empty driveway. Cars must be in the garage, I thought. I parked, walked to the front door admiring the cute Cape house and wondered who’d ever think this was the headquarters for the best fetish site on the web. The door opened revealing a six- broad shouldered man who if he’d pulled a gun out and shot me for fantasizing about his wife, I’d have not been surprised. But then he smiled and held out his hand in a most friendly way, “You must be Lenny,” he said. “Yes, nice to meet you,” we shook hands firmly though I was glad to find him not the bone-crushing hand-shaker I thought he would be. “I’m Ted, welcome,” he said warmly motioning for me to enter.
Ted escorted me into the living room. The house was cute and comfortable and tastefully decorated. “Jane?,” he called towards the kitchen and gestured to a chair for me to sit. “This is a lovely house and,” I started just as Jane walked in. My mouth must have been gaping as she was every bit as wonderful as I imagined. She was casually dressed in shorts, a tank top, and barefoot.Noticing my expression Jane smiled and stuck out her hand. “I’m Jane,” she said as I got up to shake her hand. “Recognize these?” she asked putting her manicured in my hand instead of shaking. We all laughed at that and sat down to discuss the details of the days shoot while I tried to get the thought of Jane’s beautiful in my hand out of my head. Ted and Jane had never done a photo shoot with a third person so they were excited about the new camera angles they could get with me taking the pictures. Unfortunately, their digital camera was broken so we had to update their web site the old fashioned way by shooting, developing, scanning, and then updating. Jane went upstairs and after going over the planned shoot and the camera equipment, Ted and I followed.
The photo shoots were all done in Ted and Jane’s bedroom and upon entering, I immediately recognized the sheets on their king size bed from FootStation pictures. I still couldn’t believe I was really here.Jane came out of the adjoining bathroom and I nearly fell over. She was wearing this beautiful green teddy that I’d seen in many of her shoots and sexy open-toed mules. Her toes and fingernails had a dark purple or plum colored polish. I was glad I wasn’t “going commando” in a sweat pants right then because I would’ve had a pup tent going eureka! Ted stripped down to his boxer’s and a tee shirt while June got on the bed. I got the camera ready moving as quickly as I could considering my “stiffness”. “Let’s take a roll of pics of my shoes, and , and then while you reload, I’ll start blowing Ted to get him good and hard,” Jane instructed me and so I got down to business. As I started snapping the pictures, Jane moved her around in different positions, shoe dangling, legs crossed, one shoe on one off, etc. I chuckled inside thinking she was like a professional covergirl changing her positions except it was just and legs. That roll finished and Jane started blowing her husband while I changed film.Lucky bastard I thought watching her suck him like a pro and thinking how he gets this regularly as they update their site every week.With the new film, I took some pictures of Ted’s cock on Jane’s shoes always careful not to get anyone’s face in the shot.
Eventually we got to the footjobportion of the shoot and I reloaded the camera while Jane started stroking Ted’s cock with her bare . Sliding her toes up and down his shaft, I zoomed in to get the precum on film. Watching this even through the lens, my own cock was hard as a rock and oozing precum. Ted began moaning louder as both worked and pumped his organ. “ on baby, ,” Jane said as she pulled back so Ted could on her left . Ted was jerking his cock just inches away from Jane’s .“Ugghhh, ooo,” Ted exclaimed as his hot shot out onto her bare . He pumped it dry covering her left all over. I snapped throughout and reached the end of the roll.
Just then the phone rang and Ted reached over to the side of the bed motioning for us to be quiet and picked it up. After a brief conversation Ted put the phone on the bed saying, “I’ve got to talk to this guy so could you hang this up when I get downstairs. Do another roll or so of Jane’s before you finish, I’ll be on the phone awhile.” “Who is it?” Jane asked moving carefully to keep the on her from running off. “It’s Brian from our the web billing company,” Ted answered as he left the room. “Okay,” he called from downstairs and I hung the phone up. “Did you like the footjob?” Jane asked me as I came around the edge of the bed to take the final pics. “Jane, what do you think,” I said smiling. “Well if that bulge in your pants is any indication, I’d say you loved it,” she answered as my face flushed with embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I’m flattered to meet a real fan in person.” As she said that, she put her right on my crotch and pressed a little.“Oh, my God, what are you doing,” I asked startled but not moving back.“You want my don’t you?” Jane said rubbing my crotch now with her . I nodded. “You want to be my little slave don’t you?” “Y-yes”, I mumbled. “Let my see your cock, come on take it out right now.” “O,Okay,” I stammered and unzipped my pants. She dropped her away as I pulled out my stiff cock. “Wow,” she said, “I guess you do want my !” “Yess.” “Stroke it for me,” Jane commanded. As I complied she brought her right up to my lips. “Suck my toes, slave.” Opening my mouth I tasted Jane’s toes and as I had longed to do for the last year. I kissed them and licked in between her toes. “Do you want to on my ?” she asked. “Oh, yes,” I moaned still jerking my cock, “please, yes.”
“I’m going to let you but there’s something you’ve got to do first my little slave,” she said “Anything, oh please, I’ll do whatever you want Jane,” I begged.She brought her right from my mouth down to my cock and pressed on the head while I jerked it. “We still have shots to take,” she said softly, “and I can’t have two covered with now can I?” “I guess not,” I said in heaven with her on my cock.Lifting her left still covered with Ted’s to my mouth she said, “you’d better clean this one offbefore you make a mess on the other or else my husband will know what you did.” “I, uh, I can....,” I started to say but she silenced my by pushing her toes into my mouth.“Come on now my slave, lick it up, that’s it lick up my husband’s ,” she said while I licked tasting her sweet and her husband’s . “Clean it all and then I’ll let you .” Her was so sexy and the on it was still warm. I cleaned it all. I guess I’d eat anything off of Jane’s just to taste them. “Alright, good job, slave, now you can .” Ijerked and she pulled her right away just as she had done with her husband so I could coat her with . “Ohh, ahhh,” I exclaimed as my erupted out of my cock onto Jane’s right . I kept jerking until every drop was drained onto her . “Thank you, Jane,” I moaned. “Your a good slave,” she said. “Now get the camera a finish with some close-ups of your mess.”
We finished the roll of film and she got dressed. When we got downstairs, Ted was still on the phone. Later, Ted asked me to bring the film to the photo lab and ask for Carl as he was the only one who would develop sexually oriented film. It never dawned on me that the film would show what I had done. I was too busy dreaming of Jane, my goddess and the hour wait at the lab seemed like minutes. When Carl finished the photos, I brought them back to Parker Street and well, you know the rest.