Finding a photographer

Diana might have found the woman with whom she was to pose for the pictures, but the question of who was to take those pictures was still unanswered.

With a little luck and proper use of her considerable charms however, Diana hoped that she could solve that issue as well, without even having to leave the X-Men’s country mansion.

With no one to guide her, it took a while for Diana to find the room that she was looking for, but she managed to receive directions from the mutants whom she met in the corridors (including Nightcrawler, who grinned widely when he heard who she was looking for, and why) and she eventually found herself standing outside the room of the X-Man in question.

“Da!?” A voice cried out from within the room when Wonder Woman knocked on the door.

Yanking its handle down, Diana pushed the door open and entered the room.
There, standing in front of his latest painting, a thin brush in his right hand, was Peter “Colossus” Rasputin. Currently clad in a pair of washed-out denims and a white t-shirt that fit snugly over his bulging muscles, Colossus smiled when he saw who his guest was.

“Miss Price.” the Russian X-Man dropped the brush and stepped towards Diana, wiping his paint-stained hands clean with a washcloth before presenting the right one for her to shake.
“Peter,” Diana shot Colossus her most charming smile, placing her hand in his decisively larger one.

Eyening the strapping young man whilst introducing herself to him, Diana had to admit that Peter was quite impressive when you met him up front; even without having converted to his steel-like shape, the man was at least six and a half feet tall, with blue eyes, charcoal-black hair that was kept short, and a face that pretty much cried out “handsome”.

“It looks like they know to feed their young ones properly in Siberia,” Diana cooed out in a husky tone of voice, giving Peter a luscious smile as she watched how her comment caused him to gulp dramatically.
“Eh,” Peter stuttered, “thank you.”

“Don’t let his innocent demeanour fool you,” Psylocke’s cool voice called out inside Diana’s head, “I still have fond memories from the time when he and Kitty was an item. Bloody hell, her orgasms used to wake me up in the middle of the night!”
Softly shaking her head and doing her best to ignore Psylocke’s lewd comments about Peter, Diana smiled again at the young hunk.

“I have a proposition for you.” She said to him.
“Really, and that is?”
“I and Psylocke are to pose together for some pictures in a magazine, strictly charity. Now I’m looking for a cameraman. And I’m hoping that you’ll be the one.”
“Me?” Peter looked astonished, “But I’ve never taken any photos!”
“Maybe not, but you’re artistic, and everyone’s says you’re reliable.”

“Reliable and artistic,” Betsy agreed, “And if a madly climaxing Kitty is to be considered a credible witness, he’s also more agile than an Olympic gymnast.”
Once again ignoring Psylocke, Diana did her best to look serious, adding to Peter:

“Look, there’s a lot of ways in which this could go wrong. I don’t want to risk having a photographer who’ll sell nude shots of me and Psylocke to the Bugle or some other ungodly tabloid.”
“Like I said,” Peter seemed hesitant now, “I have little experience with cameras.”
“Here,” Diana pulled a small digital camera out of her purse and handed it to Peter, “practice with this over the next few days.”
Accepting the camera, Peter nodded his head while looking at it.
“Alright,” he finally said, “I’ll do it.”
“Good!” Diana smiled once more, “Then I’ll see you at the shoot.”

After saying goodbye to Peter, who was visibly warming up to the idea of a little photography, Diana strolled out of the Mansion and hopped into her Audi.
Whilst driving down the road, Diana suddenly felt herself starting to become aroused; her panties starting to dampen from the wetness of her cunt at the same time as her nipples began to harden.

“What’s going on with me?” Diana wondered at her body’s sudden behaviour.
“I think you’d better pull over,” Betsy’s telepathic voice told her, “this is going to be intense.”

Slamming the brakes while steering towards the side of the road, Diana felt her arms start shaking at the same time as her legs began to feel weak.

As the car came to a halt, a mental image of herself naked, with Colossus cock lodged between her ruby lips and Psylocke’s tongue buried between the bald lips of her pussy was projected into her mind.

With Psylocke manipulating her mind, Diana could do little but lean back in the driver’s seat and spread her legs wide, her right hand clinched around the gear clutch as the fantasy of a ménage a trois became more and more real.

Her left hand burrowing in under the hem of her skirt and pushing her panties aside before finding her clit and starting to play with it, Diana groaned hard as the image in her head changed to her bouncing up and down on Colossus’ lap, Psylocke standing in front of her, the voluptuous Brit moaning and sweating as Diana eagerly lapped at the folds of her cunt.

“Oh god…!” Diana cried out as the image shifted once again to Diana being on her hands and knees, the head of Colossus’ cock once again in her mouth, while Psylocke licked her pussy from behind.

Keeping track of Diana’s emotions, Psylocke timed the fantasy so that Diana came simultaneously in it and in reality, her pussy juices staining the leather of the seat.

As the grand finale of the fantasy, Psylocke had Colossus climax in Diana’s mouth, making it all seem so real that Diana could virtually taste the sprays of cum passing through her mouth and down her throat.

“There,” Psylocke said, once Diana had calmed down again, “I’ll see you in a few days, love.”