Tony or his full Italian name of Antonio Vella Di Casiaris had seen better days and business as a photographer, he was a hothead artist, an enfant terrible of the photography world who used to command the top prices for his work. But today he was struggling to live up to his reputation. Youngsters he had fostered and taught were now the sought after photo artists commissioned by Conde Nast and all top magazines. He had clashed once too many times and the big question that editors always wanted to ask was finally aired ‘why do we put up with these artistic tantrums can’t we find another photographer?’ of course; the magazine could and it was as if a tap was turned off for Tony. He wasn’t quite yet a wedding photographer but lower end catalogue shoots, high end family portraits and some under the counter type glamour model stuff was his mainstay. But he was an artist and would not lower to hard pornography even though this area was almost as lucrative as the high end fashion work he once dominated. But his lifestyle commanded a high income and he wasn’t about to downscale for anyone. His schedule was flat out and his temper would get the best of him if the supposed well oiled machine spluttered. Today Tony had hired a suite in the Savoy for a series of shoots, it made sense to hire in the lighting, front of house the suite and the make up girls all on one day. The Savoy was glamourous with exquisite fittings negating the need for props or room dressing. For Tony one day normally meant 14 hours of constant work. His first family shots were routine, graduation photos, a policeman who had received the MBE and his last job before lunch was the Reynold family, a large gathering of Golden Wedding celebrants, their children, grand children and great grand children in one happy portrait. Tony remained calm as his assistant did the ushering of 28 excited people age ranges 74 to just 6 months. He first noticed Jenine who stood out as being different from the group. Extremely slim, cut jaw bone, flashing eyes and a graceful movement. She reminded him of so many models he had worked with and occasionally fucked when he was in his prime. It was always a short journey from turning on and encouraging the model ‘to make love to the camera’ and actually getting a beautiful woman so hot and sexually expectant so much that he often would call a pause clear a room and have a little fun that was a side benefit to his profession. The group were good, it was easy to shoot happy people wanting to record a happy time. All over in 15 minutes but Tony continued to be drawn and attracted to the slim lady with long blond hair and long legs. He called a wrap and asked for his next job early. This was a underwear catalogue shoot aimed at the 40 to 50 year old market. Tony rejected the tag ‘MILF’ that most of his crew used but in Jenine he was reconsidering; here was a Mother he would certainly like to fuck. As the Reynolds family were exiting the suite they heard an explosion of anger unmistakably Italian. The underwear model had failed to show, time was money and he had about 2 hours of work to cover, underwear, nightwear and beachwear. Tony was incandescent. The Reynolds had to take 3 lift loads to return to the main and ornate lobby of the Savoy. They had had a celebratory meal the night before and there was no plan to stay together for the rest of the day. Goodbyes were shared and a taxi swept the Anniversary couple away. Jenine and Arthur were heading to Covent Garden for a quick lunch and maybe a drink, nothing more planned for the day. Just as they approached The Strand a red faced and puffing female assistant called for Jenine and Arthur. ‘Excuse me’ ‘I work with Mr Vella Di Casiaris’ she panted, ‘maybe you noticed me at your photo shoot’. ‘We have been let down by our model and Mr Vella Di Casiaris was wondering if you might consider becoming his model for the afternoon’. He noticed you just now in your family shoot and thinks you would be excellent. Jenine and Arthur seemed disinclined ‘he will pay you £500 for just 2 hours’ she blurted, ‘your husband can chaperone, no problem’. Jenine looked at Arthur, it would certainly be good to have a small windfall, they had no plans and there was just a little bit of Jenine that felt good about being asked to model, even if it was a past it photographer. They conferred quickly, agreed to do it and retuned back to the Savoy suite which they had left less that 10 minutes before. Tony was now different, a littler deferential to Jenine realising that his day would turn really bad if he did not rescue something. He sat Arthur down comfortably out of shot and introduced Jenine to wardrobe and make up to prepare for the first shoot. In the room was Arthur, sitting amused, Tony checking lens and tripod positions and Ronan a tall red haired Irish fella who did everything lighting for Tony. He had been with Tony in his heyday and knew all the exploits and happenings; but he remained the soul of discretion. Jenine entered the shoot space after 20 minutes looking fabulous. He hair now platted in a French Pleat keeping her hair tight to the nape of her neck. She was a striking woman. The make-up artist had accentuated her features with high cheek bones and full ruby red lips. She was wearing a conventional two piece underwear set. A nice lace bra and matching briefs that were cut high on her hip making the best of her legs. Jenine seemed to be a professional, she turned, posed, pouted and laughed. Tony was mesmerised, he had found a natural, a model as natural as he was and he wanted to continue to extract all he could, both for the brief but also his own artistic needs. Jenine was loving the attention too. She felt excited and elated and was enjoying showing off her lithe body even if she was a mother in her 40s. A quick change into a negligée, and Arthur’s eyes popped out on stalks as he saw Jenine walk back in. The longer flowing top was almost translucent, when Ronan’s lighting caught the fabric just right he could see right through. Jenine looked beautiful, the pretty tapered panties fitting crisp to her abdomen and bum but Arthur stared at her breasts. Jenine was never big, but so shapely. Hers were clearly modelled on the Josephine Champagne glass made famous by Napoleon. Her nipples were erect, must be excitement as it was not cold in the room. Jenine posed, changed position while Tony snapped away laughing at the wonder of his find. Jenine laughed back. Ronan was smiling and seemingly also transfixed by this beautiful woman. A novice but a natural who was working the room and pleasing Tony. Ronan knew that if Tony was pleased it was a good day all round. The next change blew them all away. A bra and pantie set that was so sheer and fine it was completely see through. Arthur and Ronan struggled to see that Jenine was in fact wearing anything at all. Ronan took in the sight. The firm breasts he had admired with the stiff kissable nipples he saw again. Her pussy was now visible, shaved and smooth, the slit of her sex a dark line running between her legs. Tony exhaled, ‘mama mia, incredible Jenine’ ‘show me your best’. He pulled the camera off the tripod and started to free shoot. The lighting was struggling to keep up as the flash system needed to recharge. Tony threw an angry look at Ronan insinuating he was his fault he had to curtail the speed of shooting. But he knew Ronan was a perfectionist too and his glance turned to a smile as he exclaimed ‘ pistolino d’oro’ towards Ronan. Arthur and Jenine were slightly puzzled by this Italian slang and the look showed on her face. Tony noticed ‘oh Jenine, it means a golden pistol the phrase we use for a very stiff erection’ look at poor Ronan. Jenine did and saw a monster cock in outline running down the leg of Ronan’s trousers. She smiled to herself, in shock a little, in mischievousness a little and a little bit in awe as it was probably the biggest cock she had ever seen. Well not yet seen but she could see the size. Tony continued to shoot, Jenine kept glancing at Ronan’s hard-on to see it was still there. Arthur watched the unfolding frisson with wonderment. He too noticed Ronan’s cock. He saw Jenine excited and the fantasy of his wife sucking that monster flashed through his head. But that was most unlikely to happen, wasn’t it? Tony brought in a chair ‘would you take them off Jenine and sit on the Chair Christine Keeler style’ to everyone’s surprise Jenine did as asked, she was as good as naked before but now she actually was. As her leg cocked over the chair Arthur caught a glimpse of the pussy opening to reveal pink moist lips. It was the quickest of flashes but also caught by Tony and his lens. ‘Make love to the camera darling’ he continued. Jenine looked hot, was turned on, confident, sexy and radiant as she posed. First arching her back while holding the chair. Her nipples were thrust at the ceiling. ‘Turn round’ he instructed. Jenine did without hesitation, her legs fully parted with her bum on the edge of the chair. Her pussy was completely open, her clit unmistakably stiff and engorged as she leaned backwards. ‘Make that you want sex, show me in your face darling’ Tony instructed. Jenine replied, her first words in the shoot ‘ I do want sex’ ‘Give me that cock’. Arthur gulped, Ronan gulped too. He had done this before of course, his dick acting as a prop in some more refined sex type shots. Tony looked at Arthur with a look asking permission. Arthur was transfixed, excited, a complete first for him but his wife looked so incredibly sexy and it was she who had asked for Ronan’s cock. So Arthur nodded, a confirmation seen by Tony and Ronan who undressed quickly and offered his monster cock to Jenine still sitting on her chair. The ergonomics were perfect, his cock was at head height. Jenine’s hand gripped the shaft, she could not get around the girth so both hands pulled the tip to her mouth. Her tongue darted out like a lizard to lick and excite all captured by Tony. He had to say nothing, Jenine was now directing and he left well alone knowing that situations such as this, the spontaneity and eroticism he was seeing could never be created, it just had to happen naturally. Jenine’s mouth stretched over the engorged bulbous head of Ronan’s cock. Her hands fell free but now cupped his ass cheeks as she pulled him towards her sucking and consuming as much of this cock as she could. Arthur could see it all, it was amazing to be present. He knew she was superb at giving blow jobs but had never, quite naturally, seen her technique close up. He was normally eyes closed and panting deeply when she did this to him. Tony’s rapid shots slowed down. It was clear that Jenine just wanted to suck this cock slowly and with affection. It seemed if Ronan was meeting a need for her and she was taking her time to enjoy. The look on Ronan’s face also showed he was enjoying the sensation. After what seemed 10 minutes Jenine withdrew, it was incredible that Ronan had not jetted his cum down her throat such was the intensity of her attention. ‘Please sit’ Jenine instructed moving off the chair. Ronan sat, his stiff cock pointing skywards as Jenine straddled him. Using a hand to place the tip at the mouth of her pussy she lowered herself slowly on the cock. She lowered and rose with a slow sensuous rhythm each time she lowered a little further. Air was being thrust from her lungs as the cock filled her up, she was panting and sighing as the cock slid out then back in to the pussy. She leaned forward ensuring the now lubricated shaft applied pressure to her clit. All in the room could tell she was building towards orgasm. Tony had stopped shooting and was now murmuring encouragements to the couple enjoying the most erotic coupling he had seen. Arthur was watching transfixed he was stiff as a board too debating to join in, wank himself off or save it all to remind Jenine later in the privacy of their own home. He wanted to watch but was keen to see the money shot and whispered to Tony if he would photograph the imminent ejaculation knowing that Jenine would withdraw after she came and have Ronan in her mouth or shoot across her breasts. Jenine was indeed thinking the same, she came with a loud scream slumping onto the biggest cock she had ever fucked. She was stretched like never before, full, grateful but wanted it to now spew hot semen over her body. She got off Ronan, had him stand while firmly gripping his cock as she once again licked the head. This time her flattened tongue lapped at the frenulum of his cock while her hands slowly masturbated urging the ejaculation she wanted. Ronan’s breath became shallow as his orgasm neared, he needed not say anything as Jenine could feel the extra stiffness come into the already rigid cock, she pulled her head away while continuing to pump. A thread of creamy coloured cum shot powerfully at her throat and subsequent contractions shot further spurts but with lower velocity so that they landed on her breasts. All the time Tony was capturing this incredibly sensitive and intimate climax, a photo that would later be shared with Jenine and Arthur and kept private and locked for their later enjoyment. As the cum ejaculations subsided Jenine once more lowered her head to the now softening cock and licked the head clean. Few words were exchanged as Jenine left the room, showered quickly and appeared dressed again to leave. Ronan was packing up the lighting rig and Tony was chatting gratefully to Arthur with a promise to be discreet with the erotic photos and to send the special photo to the couple. Jenine and Ben did go for a drink in Covent Garden with a little grin on their faces, few words exchanged but hand in hand for the rest of the day.