Petra’s Erotic Photo Gallery Ch. 03

Series Recap

Chapter 1:

Petra Stanwick has graduated with a Fine Arts degree and opened her own little shop downtown. Two years earlier, she had volunteered to pose provocatively in and out of clothing from different eras for her favourite professor, William Edwards. Now her photo gallery is failing, but he has the perfect solution- selling erotic black and white images he’s taken of her.

Chapter 2:

Meanwhile, his best friend, Ronald Dennison, has come to help William reorganize Petra’s shop for the new product line. Together, they convince her of the wisdom of selling her naked prints by taking turns with her for the entire evening. In addition to all this, the professor has been busily lining up his next pair of eager student models, Gabriella and Christina.

The new prints are up in Petra’s photo gallery.

Chapter 3:

“Look at those tits. Gorgeous!” a female voice whispered.

“Such lovely nipples. She’s hot!” a deeper one responded.

“Nice fat pussy lips too. I love them!”

“We could have fun with her!”

Petra sat on the other side of the private alcove where a couple was admiring her stretched-out ‘desert landscape’ nude on display. They had no idea that they were openly praising the attractive young woman with the simpering smile so close by.

She looked sexy, in her erotic black and white images- and in person. Petra had taken the professor’s advice and brought back her college ‘Goth’ look: long dark hair, full ruby lips, heavy black eye makeup, a tight black sweater and a very short plaid kilt with black tights. She listened some more with rising interest.

“We could put her up above our bed.”

“And pretend she’s with us, right?”

“I always love playing like that, honey.”

“Yeah… you and me and her.”

Petra felt herself getting damp as she listened to them openly talking about their bedroom fantasies focused on her photo. It was a rude little pleasure that she’d experienced a couple of times already this week as people admired and then bought her new erotic art. She rose from her chair and quietly walked into the alcove.

“Does that horizontal nude interest you? It’s one of my favourites.”

“So erotic! We’ll take the large print of that one,” the man told her.

“Excellent! Did you see the smaller one with the lovely broach?” Petra prompted, sensing another sales opportunity.

“Oh… I like that one too!” the buxom blonde exclaimed.

“For another room, baby?” her middle-aged man teased.

“No, the bedroom too. By my dressing table.”

“Decisions, decisions. Could you leave us a few minutes to think about it?” he asked Petra.

Not want to press too hard, she stepped back to the sales counter. Petra saw their names on her appointment page, “Gerard and Mona Rodman”, and a minute later she heard them kissing and moaning softly on the other side of the partition. Petra imagined Mona’s hand gripping her husband’s stiff cock, convincing him to spend more than they’d planned to get that second print.

Several minutes passed, and more satisfied moans met her ears before Mona came her way, still straightening her gaping blouse. Behind her, Gerard was just pulling up his zipper.

“We’ve decided to buy both of them,” Mona announced triumphantly.

“Can’t have enough good art, you know,” Gerard winked.

“She’s a beautiful model, isn’t she?” Petra teased, seeking to add a bit more to the pleasure she derived from customers seeing her nude without recognizing her.

“Stunning! A real beauty! She excites me so,” Mona intimated.

“Yeah, what a body. What’s her name anyway, Petra?” Gerard asked, glancing at her name tag.

Petra had to think fast because she didn’t want to say it was her. So, she went with the first thought that came to mind.

“Uhhh… Venus, I believe. Yes, the goddess of love. Certainly apt, don’t you think?”

“Of course… she should sign the prints, you know,” Mona added.

“And number them… real collector items.”

“I think we’re going to love having Venus right over our bed, aren’t we honey?”

“Wish she’d be right in the sack with us, eh babe.”

“Me too,” Mrs. Rodman replied. “Please wrap them up to go, Petra. And let us know if you have any new Venus prints coming in. We love these!”

“Yeah… some even more explicit ones would be terrific!” Gerard confided.

Petra thought for a moment about the three prints the professor had offered which she’d turned down. They certainly were more revealing, her pussy clearly visible in all three. But the last one- a close up, wide open, and wet- well… she still wasn’t ready for her customers to see it.

“I’ll have two more coming in very shortly. One is a full-length nude of Venus, taken from behind, with her legs a bit apart. The other is looking up from floor level, a very revealing shot.”

By now Petra could feel her juices beginning to soak her panties. She had no idea how stimulating it would be to talk about her naked body, while people were unaware that she was the model. It was an arousing istanbul escort little game.

“We’d like to see them, Petra. When are they available?”

“I’m planning an opening event soon. Just started selling this line, so I’ll present them then… and perhaps some others too. You’ll get a personal invitation- an after-hours closed event for my special customers and friends.”

“Oh, we’d love to come, wouldn’t we Gerard?” And he nodded enthusiastically, thinking about another meaning of the word. Oh yes… he’d love to come alright.

“So, let me make sure I have all the contact information I need to invite you.”

Petra smiled and reviewed the details with them. She was pleasantly surprised by how much interest there was in her naked images- just like Professor Edwards had said! But right now, there was such a need building up inside!

The shop owner was feeling hot and bothered by her own nude images. She had to wrap up these prints quickly and usher the Rodmans out the door. Then she could lock the shop, hang the little ‘Back in Five Minutes’ sign in the window, and stand by her nude images masturbating to orgasm yet again!

****

Professor William Edwards was ready for a Friday evening behind the camera lens. The two new student volunteers were sitting on his apartment sofa while he fiddled with the position of backlights and props in his makeshift studio. The young women sounded more relaxed than when they’d arrived an hour before- as always, the wine was having the desired effect. It was time to get underway now.

“We didn’t know that you were the photographer, Professor Edwards,” Gabriella Smithers exclaimed, sounding a little tipsy.

“The regular professional cancelled at the last minute,” he lied. “We had all the costumes and things ready, and I didn’t want to disappoint you. So, I’ll do my best to soldier on in his place.”

“Good. We are so ready to do this. Been waiting all week!” her girlfriend Christina Appleby chortled.

“I’ve set out your garments on the bed in the spare room. The corsets are necessary to support you properly in those French gowns. Help each other lace them from behind, and pull tight so your breasts are positioned properly- up and out.”

The young women both laughed, then Edwards pointed to the room. “When you come out, I’ll show you a photo for hair and makeup. The bathroom over there has everything set out that you’ll need. And wear the eye masks so no-one in class recognizes you.”

The pair happily rushed to the bedroom and closed the door to begin dressing for their first-ever photo shoot. They had no idea yet how it might end up. In twenty minutes or so, they were back in the lounge ready to begin.

“Ah, perfect! You both look like ladies of the French aristocracy. And everything fits so well!”

“Are you sure, Professor?” Gabriella asked nervously. “My breasts are almost falling out!”

“That’s your fault, Gabby,” her bold friend Christina laughed. “You have such big tits!”

Indeed, she did William noted, as he had them turn slowly for any final adjustments.

“The gown shows your full hips to perfection, Christina,” he noted, eager to offer compliments to settle any misgivings his new models might have about their appearance. “Now, under the lights and stand side-by-side holding hands. I’ll give you directions for the fashion shoot. Ready? And begin!”

Edwards already sensed that Christina was the less reserved of the pair, so he led his instructions with her.

“Christina, lean forward a bit, then drop into a curtsey position, holding her hand. Gabriella, bow forward at the same time, as if the two of you are meeting the King…. Good. Christina swivel toward her slightly to show your fine hips…. Gabby, look down toward her, with your other hand on your hip…. Nice shots. Now stand straight again and face each other…. Hands on the other’s waist… and hold.”

“This is fun! I feel like a model,” Christina exulted before the photographer continued.

“I hope you both like this. Christina, move your hands to her bare shoulders now and look into her eyes…. Keep yours around her waist, Gabriella, but pull her a bit closer…. Ready now?…. Christina, slowly slide down her arms from the shoulders, taking the straps at the same time…”

“But my breasts will come out!”

“And that’s as it should be. This is how rich women dressed in France back then,” the Professor said soothingly.

“Yeah, loosen up Gabby, and have some fun. Don’t be such a tight-ass,” her girlfriend urged, and Gabriella relented.

Lower… lower… lower… and Christina’s hands, as well as the dress straps were below Gabby’s elbows.

“Good…. Gabriella, slip your arms free and let the straps fall…. You see, the dress is still staying up,” William assured her, knowing that it wouldn’t be up for long.

“Now let’s do the same thing with Christina… slowly, slowly while I shoot…. Good, and arms through…. OK, both of you turn toward me again, hold hands and take a deep bow. Slowly istanbul escort bayan come up again and…. Oh, look at that!” Edwards exclaimed, feigning surprise as they both stood with the tiny half cups of their corsets exposed. “Lovely undergarments, girls. Smile for the camera.”

Now the two models faced each other in contrasting black and white corsets.

“I have enough shots of the dresses, so let’s focus on French lingerie. Christina, stand behind her and release the stays on her dress from the top down. Both of you look at the camera, Gabby as if you’re shocked and Christina like you’re eager to continue…. Oh you are! Great!… Clown around a bit…. That’s it…. Good!… Keep going until it drops to the floor.”

This left Gabby clad only in her tight white corset and the white thong she’d worn to the shoot, along with white stockings and a garter belt. She felt conspicuous, and William saw that he’d need to keep her busy.

“Gabriella, you look marvellous! Come behind her now and do the same thing. Seem a bit tentative, while you are delighted, Christina…. That’s it… continue… look at the camera… and there, it’s off too. Just kick the dresses aside, we’re finished with them now.”

The young women looked terrific to the professor, one all in white, the other in black underthings- a beautiful contrast! Their corsets were bursting with white tits- especially Gabby’s- and their full cheeks were nicely exposed-particularly Christina’s bubble butt. Things were moving along nicely, and they seemed comfortable so far.

“You’re best friends. In old France, women were affectionate with girlfriends. Let’s go back there. Stand facing each other now. A little closer…. Christina, lean in and bring your lips to her cheek…. Good… and closer to her mouth. And now to her lips and hold it. Eyes closed, both of you…. Christina, bring one hand behind her neck to pull her toward you…. Yes, that’s it…. Pretend to kiss like in France, you know, open mouth…. Perfect… some more… more… and enough.”

“Ogod, that was intense!” Christina burst out.”First time I kissed a girl! No bad, either,” she laughed nervously.

“Ready to continue, Gabriella?” the photographer asked.

“Uhhh… yes. Go ahead,” she replied, composing herself.

“Great, you first again, Christina. Bring your lips to her neck and begin little kisses down across her chest…. Head up, Gabriella, like you’re enjoying it… keep going a little lower, Christina.”

Now her lips were moving steadily down into Gabby’s gaping cleavage. Both had their eyes closed as they became lost in these new sensations. The professor was ready to risk the next level.

“Christina, bring your hand up and gently slip a finger into the cup…. Ease it down…. And kiss what you find there…. That’s good… perfect. Christina, kiss harder… and now suck it into your mouth…. Yes!… At the same time, bring down her other cup…. Move to that one while your fingers roll the other nipple.”

He could hear Gabriella moaning softly as almost electrical sensations flowed down from her nipples to her pussy. Her deep red nubs had swelled to great size!

“Very nice… very nice. Now lower your cups to offer yours, Christina. Gabriella… pleasure her for a while as she plays with your nipples…. Excellent!… Pretend you’re all alone here. Only my camera is watching you.”

The professor was as hard as a rock as the two young women explored the sapphic wonders for perhaps the first time in their lives. He could see how excited and flushed both had become, but he didn’t want to ruin future photographic possibilities by pushing too far too fast.

“Wonderful photos!… You both are so good on-camera. Come over here now while I adjust for the light to come in from the sides. It creates great shadow effects around your curves. Help each other out of those tight corsets but keep on the rest…. We’ll do a few fashion lingerie pictures before we’re done. What do you think of this so far?’

“So much fun! I love it!”

“Even better than we thought!”

“Great. Now I’ll have you strike sexy poses separately, then together. Let’s see who can seduce my camera with her body, OK?… Good. Christina, you’re first. Chest out, one hand on your hip and the other flat against the other thigh. Head tilted up at an angle. Your sexiest stare… and hold it as I go round you, shooting from every angle…. Good…. Yes…. Yes…. Great…. Oh, you are a fox!… And done.”

After that, the professor did the same with Gabriella, focusing especially on her beautiful tits, just as he had highlighted her friend’s fine ass. To wrap up, he had them slowly parade half-naked, holding hands as they preened for the camera. They were still having a good time and he decided that the session had taken them far enough into exhibitionism.

“You’ve done so well, models. Let’s call it a wrap now. Go to the bedroom and slip into your street clothes. We’ll have a drink to cool down and you can tell me how you liked escort istanbul your experience tonight. Maybe we can discuss future shoots if this was fun?”

“We hope you’ll be taking more pictures, instead of some photographer we don’t even know,” Christina suggested.

“I think that’s a good idea. I could do that,” the professor grinned.

They were happy with their experience, but seemed a bit disappointed to be finished so soon. Edwards knew that Christina and Gabriella would be eager to do this again. He’d take them farther next time.

****

Professor Edwards was already thinking grand opening party when Petra told him how well her erotic prints were selling. He was eager to get more of his work up on her walls, a vicarious pleasure to see art lovers inspecting intimate details of his favourite subject.

“I have great ideas for a big event at the gallery, Petra. I’ll go through your second photo session, the Art Deco shots, and select another half dozen or so for your approval. And I’ve experimented with colourizing certain details on a few of the existing black-and -whites. Pink nipples, for example, and on that pussy closeup you don’t like, a range of hues from scarlet to pink. I’ll get everything to you ASAP.”

“Ok, and I have a good contact list of customers and browsers whom we could invite, at least twenty-five or more. Then there’s my girlfriend, Emmeline Jones…”

“And Lezlee and her friend Desiree,” Edwards interrupted. “Remember them? I’m sure they’d agree to circulate with drinks and hors d’oeuvres.”

“Well… if we must.” Petra remembered sexual play with the two cougars when she was high on weed, not her favourite memory.

“And I have two new student models who would come to help out too. I want to get them comfortable with erotic art, and this would be the perfect atmosphere.”

“William, have you any ideas to make it special… some sense of mystery or excitement?”

“Let’s have everybody wear eye masks, and we’ll go with personal invitation only on a Saturday night. We can black out all the windows for privacy and post someone- say, Mike the Romeo model- on the door.”

“Sounds good!”

“And for you, the hostess, I’ll have Ronald borrow that gauzy, green Art Nouveau dress and jewelry from the Theatre Department. You’d look very mysterious, with an elaborate eye mask. What do you think, Petra?”

“Fantastic! And the food and drink?”

The two of them worked out all the details and within a few days everyone on the guest list was opening texts or emails inviting them to the grand opening.

Previous buyers Gerard and Mona Rodman were delighted to read theirs. Petra’s naked images in their bedroom had stimulated them to wild sexual fantasy as they imagined the model, Venus, in their bed. They wanted to acquire her latest erotic prints, especially something much more revealing of their imaginary lover.

Gerard was a prominent businessperson in the investment sector, but behind his mature mask of respectability, he was a serial sex addict. At fifty years of age, he wanted to demonstrate prowess in bed, and unknown to his wife, he’d had a string of short affairs at the office. Gerard kept in shape because he had an eye for the younger secretaries and even some female clients.

Wife Mona didn’t make as much effort to hide her real self. She was about forty-five, and spent hours at the fitness studio every week fighting the battle against weight and age. Her blonde hair was dyed; her big tits were silicone; and her mind was filled with bisexual fantasies that she’d never lived out. Mrs. Rodman always dressed provocatively: too tight, too short, too much makeup. She wanted a Venus to love.

They wouldn’t miss Petra’s opening event!

Saturday evening brought a few dozen invited guests through the front door, along with some of their art-loving friends. Petra greeted everyone as they arrived, eager to be as personable as possible with potential customers. Ronald had set up a good music mix to fill in the background, while four champagne and food servers- cougars Lezlee, Desiree, and new models Gabriella and Christina circulated and chatted with guests. All of the erotic art was set out on easels scattered through the shop space.

The Rodmans arrived with a flurry, dropped off curbside by a limo driver. Gerard wore a crisp tuxedo, while Mona was half clothed in a black, clinging gown, open almost to the waist. Her big tits struggled to break loose as she swayed into the shop, tottering on stiletto heels. Mona’s dyed blonde mane was piled atop her head, and the dangling diamond earrings sparkled.

As Petra welcomed them, Gerard boldly circled his arm around her back, caressing the bare skin above her silky gown. His other arm encircled Mona’s waist. There was something almost symbolic about the way he had aggressively taken possession of the two women. The Rodmans were important customers, so Petra made no effort to squirm away from his unwelcome touch.

She would feel it again later.

****

Petra was the perfect hostess all evening, moving between guests as they socialized and admired the erotic prints around the shop. Mona had been watching her and salivating all evening. She loved her Goth look, and her smooth, catlike glide reminded Mrs. Rodman of a slinky, sexy kitten. And she’d noticed something else which intrigued her.