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"Oh, they're here." She says finally. "These are the originals. I have actually five copies of each. Select what you want and I'll autograph them." She stares at my hard-on is disbelief. "You're hard again?"

"If you put something on that does not reveal your curves, maybe my cock would behave."

She gives my cock a peck, and licks the precum. My cock stands taller at the attention it was getting. "Help yourself," she says as she exits the room. "I'll be back in a minute."

I sit on the floor and examine each of the photos in her collection. The colored ones were great, but so were the monochromes. Even the digitally edited duotones that emphasized one particular color were works of art. I feel her presence behind me as her fingers twiddle with my hair. "Have you made your choice?"

"I can't decide," I say as I glance slowly towards her. I stop my movement as I notice what she has put on-- the dress that was torn in many places.

"Here," she says, holding my hand and leading me to another large room. I recognize some of the props from her photos. She leads me to a setup with three medieval-looking metal posts. A length of abaca rope hangs down from the top of the middle post. She wraps the rope around her hands and tries to re-create her pose.

"Can I use one of those cameras I saw in the other room?"

Her eyes widen. "You know photography?"

"Just the amateur stuff," I say, as I hurry to the other room. I choose a less complicated Samsung model, and a tripod, and head back to the waiting Coleen. I also return for a video camera, just for backup. I finally set them up in front of her and take preliminary shoots. I turn on more lights and adjusted their directions until it looked like the effect I had in mind. "I'd like to try a different pose," I suggest.

She looks at me questioningly.

"Your original pose was great, but I feel it would be more teasing to the viewer if each of your hands was tied to a different post. Your body would be more openly spread out instead of how it looks now."

She nods in agreement. "I'm yours. You're free to position me which way you want."

I change the setup to what I had just described, utilizing another length of rope I had notice on the floor. "Now," I say. "You're supposed to look like you want to fuck someone, you need sexual release, but you are prevented from doing so, because you are tied to those posts."

She tries her best to look as seductive as possible.

I shake my head. "You're teasing me alright, but you are saying, 'try to get me'. I want you to say, 'I want to get you.'"

She grins. "I'm glad you were not my photographer when I had that shoot. You're just too difficult."

"I'm just basing it all on my imagination-- how I'd want a sex object to look like so I could masturbate to it."

"And what do you imagine doing to me?" She says, this time in a mocking smile.

"If you were a sex toy," I say as I adjust her clothing so that the tips of her boobs are jutting out, "I'd tit-fuck you." I notice her nipples harden. I stretch the clothing material so that more of her nipple is visible. "But since you are a human sex object," I'll have to lick your tits." I glance at her as I moisten the tip of one nipple with my tongue. I suck her other teat and notice her breathing rate become faster. I bite on the other nipple lightly and give it a sudden suck. "Should I stop?" I ask her.

"No. Please continue," she begs. I move away and press the remote button for another shot. I notice that sweat has formed on her eyebrows and on her cheeks as the heat of the lighting has warmed her up.

"How do you beg for me to continue without saying it-- how do you show it with your body?"

"You're an evil photographer," she says mockingly, as she tries to look as seductive as possible.

"Are you uncomfortable?" I ask. "Should I untie you?"

"I can stand the physical stress, but you're sexually teasing me!"

I expose more of her boobs, and enlarge the tear in her clothing. I give each of her orbs a good tongue-work until I hear her groan in pleasure.

"Don't stop," she says.

I move away from her and take a couple of shots. She appears to be panting. I whisper into her ear, "Is it okay with you if I eat your pussy?"

She nods. "How does that affect how I look?"

I ignore her question and proceed to explore her pussy with my tongue. I move up to her clit and give it a little suck.

"Harder," she says. "I want to let go!"

I move away and take more shots. She is literally struggling against her binds and yelling at me to continue. I move back to her and kneel in front of her. I lift her tired body and position her thighs on my shoulders, so that my face is right in front of her throbbing pussy. I suck harder on her clit, before I hear her prolonged groan and feel a blast of fluid splash against my face and drench my neck. I look up at her as she smiles at me contentedly. I move away one more time and take more shots.

"There's another one coming, John," she screams.

I take rapid shots of her cumming. Then I untie her and carry her to one of the cushioned chairs.

She beams at me. "That was the strongest cum I ever had... And I came a second time."

"Can you walk on your own, or do I have to carry you to your bed?"

She moves her fingers along my face as I carry her out of the room. "You're making me fall in love with you, John. This is the first time I was carried from a photo shoot.... And you ate my pussy to make me in the mood. In my experience, there was a time when I had to give all the photography staff a blowjob, so they would be in the mood."

I am shocked by her revelation. "So you have bad memories in all of these? Then why do you still keep them-- these props?"

"But you are helping me change things, John... You and I-- we are replacing those bad memories with good ones." I head for her bedroom but she stops me. "I guess I need some energy drinks," she says as she attempts to stand on her own. She heads for the ref, but halfway there, she suddenly kneels on the floor as if in pain.

I approach her in concern. Then I notice clear fluids gushing down her thighs.

She looks in my direction with a thumbs up sign. "It's my third one, John! I really am loving you for this. All along I thought I was frigid. I went to a number of therapists who said nothing was wrong with me."

I help her up. "I know your knees feel wobbly." She tries her best to walk in a straight line as we near the ref. She retrieves two bottles of a reddish drink and hands me one.

I gulp it all down, after the delayed realization that I was also parched. I drop my tired self onto the middle of one of the sofas in the living room. Coleen joins me and sits to my left, eyeing my cock that was still semi-erect. She places her arm around my shoulder. "I know you have a girlfriend, but if things don't work out, I'm always here."

I look at her eyes. The appeared moist and sad. "Why so sad?" I ask.

"I wish I had known someone like you earlier. You're so understanding and caring. Your girlfriend is the luckiest woman, and she doesn't know it. If it would be okay, I would like to rent your services every night."

I kiss her lips. "So you're offering me a job?" I say with a grin. "Just let me know if you need someone to talk to. I'll do it for free."

"It's not someone to talk to, John. It's someone whom I could give a blow job to, and someone who would eat my pussy."