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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I am a full time professional commercial industrial photographer I had been commissioned to photograph a well-known country house in Cornwall who were updating their portfolio of images to reflect some improvement work and they were relaunching their wedding packages. Miracle of miracles I had just had three days of stunning summer sunshine in which to complete the photography of the venue, as part of the deal for the work I was given free staff quarters accommodation and access to the restaurant as I wanted to capture some late summer evenings and early mornings with its stunning coastal views. It was also more convenient to do some immediate post production work on my computer rather than having to travel miles to a hotel, quality working time.
I had worked with the venue and I knew had three uninterrupted working days where they had no large formal bookings and I was free to roam at will, it was two thirty on the Friday afternoon and I was packed up just finishing lunch at the bar and less than five minutes to leaving, I had seen some the wedding guests arriving for tomorrows wedding a rather posh looking lot from up country as the locals said, thank god I am not a wedding photographer not my bag at any price.
Suddenly I was approached by the head bar man saying can you see the duty manager urgent you must not leave without seeing the duty manager, oh for fucks sake what’s all that about. As requested I found the duty manager who was going frantic I said hi you want a word with me is everything ok, in a nut shell no things were not ok the official photographer for tomorrows wedding had let the show down and would not be attending, the function tomorrow was a very upmarket London society affair and was not just a wedding but a public relations event as well. This was going to be a massive event , I was asked by the duty manager to cover the event as the official photographer, thanks I said but just not my bag not my thing, I said look I don’t have the right equipment and I don’t have a wedding suit I thought I had got away with it when I said all I have is a dinner suit in the car to which he replied perfect it’s formal dress. I protested and said look its not my bag I am sure you can find a photographer from Plymouth or Exeter or Bristol, I even gave them three numbers from photographers I knew in London.
I bid them good day and made my way to my car I was just shutting the door of my car when I hear a elderly male voice shout I say I say you chappie, I looked over and I saw what I would describe as a stereo typical image of a retired military colonel, he briskly walked over to me introduced himself and said look here my man it’s my granddaughter that’s getting married and we cant have a no photographer situation, again I tried to protest he said if you were a wedding photographer how much would you charge I smiled laughed and gave him what I knew to be a inflated figure he listened said nothing after a few seconds he said fine ok I will double it cash good for you I looked at him and nearly fainted.
Ok then let’s crack on with what needs doing I met the bride and groom and we compiled a list of all the shots they wanted I was going to have to work for my money I had no assistant so one of the hotel staff was volunteered to be my assistant at four pm in the afternoon I started with all the pre wedding photography with the luck of the gods it went like a dream by eight pm all the pre wedding PR type photographs were done, now the bride to be was well hot really hot.
She had asked that she wanted some arty type pictures of her bridal wear and could I do it while she was at dinner, I was given the key to her room I took my camera and equipment I was on my own as my assistant had been let go home ready for tomorrow.
I entered her room as instructed found her bridal wear laid out on the bed ok then this was going to be a first I managed to bag some really nice arty pictures of her bridal wear, I was taken with her underwear she had four different sets in white and cream bra and panty sets two different Basques and corsets several pairs of white stockings a real treat.
By now my cock was well horny I saw on the bath room floor a pile of discarded clothes and a very nice pair of dark green French knickers I picked them up from the floor held them to my mouth and nose and inhaled her scent they were moist and well perfumed I licked the crotch and loved her taste very nice. I placed them back where I had found them but only after I had rubbed them around my knob a few times leaving her a special gift from me, nothing much but enough.
Oh, fuck it while I am here, I thought I had a look through her suit case I was only interested in her underwear well she certainly had plenty of garments and they were good quality lace, satin, silk, how the other half lives. I helped my self to two pairs of her panties any more would be greedy. I completed my task for tonight all was done.
I went down to the bar for a drink advised the grandfather that all was completed and I was ready for tomorrow, what a fucking day I sat in the corner with a drink and a sandwich when one of the bridesmaids came over, and started chatting to me to be honest I was tired I had a long busy day and was not really interested but I made small talk to be polite, she was a stunning dark haired Irish girl, she was training to be a doctor back in Dublin, she showed some knowledge and interest in my trade and profession we laughed and joked I asked her would her husband partner boyfriend be joining her tomorrow to which she said no I am single we split up about eighteen months ago I said sorry to hear, she asked if I was married I said yes but only to my job.
I made a light hearted joke that I could not fine a woman who liked BDSM to which she replied I do I know all about BDSM, fuck me I nearly gaged on my sandwich, we talked further and it was clear Siobhan really did know her stuff about BDSM, Siobhan had decided to be a doctor late she was mid thirty well-travelled educated and a stunning fit body long curly dark hair almost Italian in looks, she spoke three languages what you would call well out of my price range and a clever little fucker.
It was getting close to eleven thirty and our conversation had explored some new depths, she did not know how horny my cock was, it was a Polaris missile waiting to launch, I said Siobhan I had better take my leave of you and let you enjoy the party with your friends I think I will head for my bed, she blew the head off me when she said sod them I want you to fuck me I am a horny whore who needs a good cock tonight, she almost needed her medical skills to pick me off the floor, I said sorry did you just say !!!!!. she said yes room 309 in fifteen minutes bring a large brandy at which point she stood up and left saying 309 the door will be unlocked.
To be continued
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