Confessions of an erotic photographer – 5

A while ago I was booked for a photoshoot with a couple in south London. They said they were naturists and wanted some “normal” photos and some of them nude.

I wasn’t fooled by the normal photos bit. I’ve learnt that that was probably just camouflage for the naughty pics. That was fine by me. It’s a free country!

I started them off in their street clothes and took various body and facial images . They then spontaneously starting to undress, often helping each other. We paused for some boudoir photos. It was obvious that the guy was getting hard.

They were soon completely naked and were fooling around, kissing, groping etc. To be honest I was getting turned on as well. A few minutes later the guy pointedly looked at my crotch, grinned, and said: “it looks as though you’ve got an admirer, darling. Shall we put him out of his misery? His partner walked up to me, put her arms round my kneck, and snogged me. Get his cock out, said the guy. She did more than that. She pulled off my shirt, pants, shorts, kneeled before me, and took me in her mouth.

I pushed her onto the sofa and we 69’ed. She then switched round, kissed me again and whispered in my ear: fuck me, hé won’t mind. So I did!