The Photo shop by Candyman666©

Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. The ship’s itinerary is purely fictional.

To help you keep track of the different characters in the series, a list can be found on my author’s page in order of their appearance in the stories.

Chapter 48: The Christmas party with Grace (part 2).

I was lying flat on my back and above me stood a beautiful naked woman with a foot on either side of my head. She was the spitting image of Sigourney Weaver in the movie Half Moon Street. My eyes went upward over her never-ending legs towards her enticing bush, over her flat stomach and when I arrived at her face she looked down at me between the valley of her relatively small boobs with fuck-me eyes. In passing, I had seen that her nipples were small but rock-hard. She had the most adorable hairstyle, very fashionable in the eighties. Suddenly, her pussy started to come down as she squatted over my face. It barely touched my mouth, I stuck out my tongue to get a taste, but it disappeared up again out of reach of my willing mouth, her arms went straight out in front of her like she was doing squatting exercises.

She came quickly down again teasing me with her pussy. Then all of a sudden I was looking at her ass, just above my face and it felt as if her hot mouth engulfed my rock-hard cock. She slid her wet cunt over my mouth and face masturbating. Before I could realize what was happening to me she had changed her position again this time facing me. God, she had the most gorgeous hollow stomach with in the middle the cutest navel. I tried to put my hands on her butt, but she kept evading me and sat down on my flesh sword which was pointing towards the ceiling, harder than I had ever experienced before in my life, when all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice shout, “Hey wake up sleepyhead, time to get out of bed!”

I opened my eyes blinking and saw Grace standing at the side of the bed.

“Where were you? And for whom is this nice erection you’re sporting?”

“Oh my God Grace, I must have been dreaming.”

“Yeah, and judging by the size of your cock it must have been quite a dream.”

“I have no idea where this came from, but I was dreaming of a woman that looked exactly like Sigourney Weaver in this movie I saw. The one where she plays the part of a brilliant researcher, who is short of money and moonlights as a high-class escort to make ends meet. In the course of the movie, she becomes the pawn in a political game involving a nobleman, a part played by Michael Caine.”

“Big fan of Sigourney are you?”

“Absolutely I saw all her movies, with at the top of my list “Gorillas in the Mist.”

“She didn’t do any sex scenes in that one as far as I remember, but yeah in the one you were dreaming about she did, lots of them. But enough dreaming, time to get up. Despite that I am your slave until 7 tonight, I need your help to prepare the food for today. As you can see I follow the rules,” she said taking a spin, her arms in the air, showing me she was completely naked.

“Yes, and I love you for it, but as my slave, your foremost duty was to take care of my personal needs like this painful erection for instance.”

“Yes of course but we’ll have to be quick about it, we will need all morning to prepare the food.”

Grace quickly climbed on the bed and began to gobble up my dick. This felt divine and given the imposed time restriction, there was the added advantage I didn’t have to restrain myself, I could let go as quickly as I felt the juices rising. She was really working towards making me cum as quickly as possible. I helped by letting my hands wander over her lovely naked frame. When I came to her butt I felt she still had the buttplug in her ass.

“Are you still plugged up?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmmm,” was all she responded, her mouth now also plugged with my hard cock.

“Shall I take it out?”

She shook her head giving me a no. She lifted her head, my cock slipping out of her mouth, looked at me, and said, “if it pleases you Master I would like you to fill my pussy like you did my ass with your precious cum.”

“Be my guest slave, slip that wonderful cunt of yours over my cock so I can give you my essence.” It all sounded a bit bombastic, but hey she started it.

She straddled me, grabbed my shaft which was covered with her saliva, pointed it at her snatch, and impaled herself on it, turning the last part of my dream into reality. I was still so turned on by the dream of fucking one of my favorite movie stars it didn’t take me very long to explode like a supernova and blast jet after jet of hot cum into her waiting pussy. Me playing with her goodies while she fucked me also helped give her, a body-shuddering orgasm, although not as explosive as mine.

When after a short while we had returned to earth she urged me to join her in the bathroom for a shower, but I looked at her and said, “Now as an obedient slave, go take care of the cooking. Me I will have a sleep-in and lie about like the king of Siam just watching you slave at the hot stove.”

She looked rather crossly at me and responded, “I don’t think so mister, you wanted a nice Christmas dinner, so you are gonna help me prepare it, Master or no Master.”

“But of course, I’ll help you, I was just pulling your leg,” I said with a big smile making her cross face change into a smile again.

“You did it again didn’t you, just to make me angry?”

“Yes, dear…”

In the shower, I was finally allowed to pull the buttplug out of her ass, resulting in a big flood of cum dripping out of her body, both back, and front. It helped by spraying the whole area with the handheld showerhead, lingering a bit longer on her clit giving her another small orgasm. After we dried we went to the kitchen where she put on a small apron and gave me one as well. She then prepared a small breakfast for the both of us and after we enjoyed it she put me to work as a drill sergeant would.

By eleven the kitchen began to smell heavenly with the turkey roasting in the oven and the soup, for which I had made the cutest small meatballs, cooking on the stove. The fridge was filled to the brim with the crab cocktails she had prepared as an appetizer. We had enough food to feed a small army, but from what she told me it was indeed a small female army that was going to join us.

At noon Nancy walked in pushing Emelia in the pram, she was shortly followed by Linda and Elisa. The last one to join the party was Sunshine, as usual, dressed like a hippy or maybe more like a gypsy, though this time looking a lot sexier than when she had visited me in the studio. When she had removed her coat I could see that her shoulders were completely bare. She wore an elastic-topped blouse, pulled down as far as it would go and revealing a big chunk of her gorgeous boobs though just without revealing her nipples. As the blouse stopped just under her boobs, it showed off her bare midriff. The skirt she wore went all the way down to the floor, but it only started just above her pubes. I thought I even saw a stray pubic hair showing at the top. The other girls all wore their traditional skinny jeans and T-shirt, which they quickly took off when they saw Grace and myself just wearing a small apron and nothing underneath. All this striptease had of course a, for the moment, undesired effect on my manhood pushing the apron a bit forward. Sunshine was the first to notice my problem.

“Oh I see you’re glad to see us, Lew, would you maybe like to see more of me as well?”

“Well sweetheart, for the moment you are definitely the odd one out.”

Sunshine looked around and immediately understood what I was referring to, “you mean that I’m the only one still wearing all my clothes.”

“Yes, you are the one sticking out.”

“I think that may be yourself, Lew,” she said with a chuckle, “but I’m glad you noticed. I’m not the one showing all her goodies and yet I’m the one you cannot keep your eyes off, so who’s the smart one here?”

“You’re right Sunshine, it is indeed most exciting to guess at what’s hidden, but it is even more exciting to see it revealed.”

“You want me to do a striptease?”

“That would be nice.”

“Only nice?”

“OK, that would blow me away.”

“That’s better,” she replied while pulling the blouse at a snail’s pace down from her shoulders, slowly revealing her rock-hard nipples one-tenth of an inch at a time, until, after what seemed like an eternity, her complete, small, but oh so enticing boobs became visible. Once the garment was under her boobs she grabbed the underside and pulled it up again and over her head leaving herself topless.

Although just barely, the floor-length skirt was still hiding the most intimate part of her body. She saw on my face that I was waiting for her to grab to top of the skirt and pull it down. When I looked into her eyes she blew me a kiss and kept me waiting for a few seconds more before sliding her thumbs into the waistband and slowly starting to pull the garment down, revealing her bush almost one pubic hair at a time. Only once her bush was totally visible did she pull the elastic open and let the skirt drop to the floor, allowing me to admire her fully nude and gorgeous body.

“That was some show you put on Sunshine.”

“I like to please my audience, sir,” she replied sticking out her arms to the side her hands pointing upward, “will you reward me with a hug?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice, I put my arms around her and gave her not only a hug but a hot kiss to boot. She must have felt my hard cock pressing through my apron against her crotch but did not comment any further. After that, I had to give them all a hug of course, which did not help to bring my erection down.

“Who’s for champers?” Grace asked.

Everybody wanted a glass of Champagne, except Nancy of course as she wanted to keep Emelia sober when she fed her, a task she immediately began under the watchful eye of all the females present, except for Sunshine.

“Doesn’t it hurt when she sucks?” Linda wanted to know.

“No, not most of the time, sometimes it even has an arousing effect on me.”

“I’ve all the time thought what it tastes like,” Elisa said.

“You can ask Lew, he helped me once when one of my boobs was still very full and painful.”

“Did you Lew?” Sunshine wanted to know, “do tell us what was it like?”

“The taste is fine, sort of sweet and it’s great fun of course.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” Elisa interjected.

“Hey maybe if you ask nicely, Nancy will allow you to get a taste.”

“Oh would you Nancy,” Linda and Elisa asked almost in unison.

Nancy looked at both of them with a smile on her face, “if there is some left I don’t mind.”

“Oh, we don’t want to deprive Emelia of course.”

“Don’t worry she has started to eat solid food now as well, so she needs less of my milk.”

“Oh my God, I cannot wait to taste this,” Linda said clapping her hands.

“Later, when Emelia is taking her nap we’ll have plenty of time to feed you two little babies, as well,” Nancy said with a wink and a smile on her face.

“Yes maybe as dessert,” Elisa said.

“Before you are entitled to dessert, we have a lot of eating to do. We prepared lots of food so let’s get started. Please take a seat at the table,” Grace said.

On the table, Grace had set out the appetizer crab cocktails so we could dig in without delay. I had appointed myself as the sommelier and served a nice chilled Pouilly-Fuissé from a vineyard I had visited myself. Something I used to do when I was on a business trip by car in one of the European wine countries. That way I had built up a nice stock of around 2500 bottles from different areas and vintages in the old cellar under the original photoshop.

When I bought the place from the old photographer he told me I would find some surprises in the cellar and I did. Being a wine aficionado and collector himself, he had bottles in there going back to before world war I, some of them had partly evaporated as he had never replaced any of the corks. I kept them just for fun, when opened they would probably taste like vinegar.

After the appetizer, we had a very creamy tomato soup for which I had made the very tiny meatballs everybody very much appreciated. After the soup, we had a short break which Nancy used to breastfeed Emilia, who’d already had her version of the crab cocktail and some of the soup as well. Towards the end of drinking her milk, she had fallen asleep and was put to bed by her mom. When she returned all eyes were on her as, by the enticing view of Nancy’s gorgeous big boobs, we were again reminded of Linda’s and Elisa’s request to get a taste.

Nancy immediately noticed all the eyes were focused on her ample bosom and asked her face slightly pinking up but with a cheeky smile on her face, “Who was it again that would like a taste?”

Immediately Linda and Elisa put their fingers up like they would have done at school.

As she took a seat between the two girls, she continued, “OK, we can do that now, I’ve got two boobs so each of you can suck on one, mind you the one Emilia drank from will give less milk than the other one, but you can trade places after a little while.”

They didn’t even let Nancy finish before latching on, Linda on the left side where Emelia just had her lunch, and Elisa on the right side. Very quickly I saw Nancy’s face change expression from a gentle smile, when the girls attacked her tits, to a clear expression of arousal; she even began to moan. The girls were obviously doing more than just tasting her milk. She wasn’t the only one getting aroused, I too felt my dick slowly but surely raise its head again.

All of a sudden I felt a soft hand from behind me slide over my hip towards my crotch and close around the shaft, gently stroking it, bringing it to a full erection. When I looked over my shoulder I saw Sunshine sitting at my side, giving me a wink and an air kiss. Well, what she could do I could do better so I let my hand go to my back in search of her knee. From there I slid over her inner thigh towards her kitty.

She immediately opened her legs wider giving me full access to her already damp playground. While she began to seriously masturbate me I slid a finger between her labia going up and down and picking up as much of her juice as possible in the process. When I deemed it wet enough I slid it into the furnace-like heat of her wet haven drawing a moan from her upper lips.

Hearing Nancy and Sunshine moan gave Linda and Elisa the inspiration to bring Nancy to a higher level of arousal. I saw each of them slide a hand over Nancy’s inner thigh inviting her to open up completely to allow them to flirt with her groin and crotch. When the tickling fingers reached that magical place where her legs meet I saw her shiver.

From there on it was difficult to see which hand was doing what, but whatever they were doing, Nancy was slowly but surely building up an ever-heightening spiral of arousal and from the sounds coming from my side so was Sunshine. I saw Linda and Elisa throw furtive glances towards Sunshine and when our eyes crossed a whole silent conversation took place challenging each other on who would come first Nancy, Sunshine, or me.

As far as I was concerned, the game was won: I was determined to make Sunshine orgasm sooner than they could make Nancy go over her orgasmic cliff.

I began by first sliding a second finger into her quivering hole while ferociously attacking her clit with my thumb. I immediately felt her tense up, frantically searching for her orgasm. It immediately became obvious that she was also determined to give me a taste of my own medicine as I felt her increase the pressure, while at the same time speeding up her hand movements on my cock.

I turned on my chair, now facing her, and kissed her full on the mouth, sliding my tongue inside her hot lips. After a short tongue tango, I moved my oral attention towards her ear lobe and the sensitive area just below it, which I knew from my previous encounter with her would increase her level of arousal. The next stop on my oral arousal trip were of course her perky little boobs with the tempting small dark-colored areolae crowned by her big, now rock-hard, nipples.

As I sucked one into my mouth I felt her wet sacred hole clamp down on my fingers accompanied by a high-pitched exultation of her pleasure. The pinching of my fingers with her pussy muscles was a good indicator of her level of arousal. I guessed her climax was imminent but not there just yet. What could I do to make her go over the top and give me the satisfaction of winning this impromptu little contest? Going down on her the way we were seated would be physically, far too challenging, so I had to figure out a different way to skin this feline, who was clearly in heat, but just not hot enough yet to make her climax.

The way we were seated also made it impossible to reach her backdoor, which I knew was a very sensitive area for her as well, so it had to be the boobs. I wondered if I would risk playing the pain card using my teeth on her nipps. There was not much else I could think of to give her the jolt she needed to detonate, so I took the leap and bit down, careful to not break the skin of course, but enough to entice a high-pitched yelp from her lips. Believe it or not, it did the trick as I felt her cunt clench my fingers, her belly pulsing as she howled out her rapture while shouting out some perverse obscenities. I guess you can fill in the words yourself. Less than 5 seconds later I heard Nancy shrieking and squealing like a banshee, an incredible wave of sexual ecstasy running through her body.

When I looked up from the carnal pleasure both women were displaying I saw Grace sitting on the other side of the table enjoying the whole scene in front of her. I gave her a wink to which she responded with a thumbs up. When both girls’ orgasms had run their course and they’d come back down to earth, Grace got up and announced that she was ready to serve the main course, the turkey. As the only man present, I was of course requested to carve, which I gladly did. A few minutes later everybody was happily munching away.

Maybe a bit out of the ordinary, I served a Châteauneuf-du-Pape with it. I got a few strange looks at first but when they tasted it they all agreed that it was a match made in heaven. I must admit I got some expert advice from my preferred sommelier on this, Catharina, and it was she who told me to try this combination, pairing white meat with red wine. The only sounds that could be heard were the clatter of cutlery for the next fifteen minutes while we were all thoroughly enjoying Grace’s cooking. Aside from the turkey itself, she had prepared garden peas, salsify with a creamy sauce, cranberries, chicory, and of course homemade croquettes. The gravy, one of the best bits for me when having turkey, was just to die for, as it was enriched with poultry stock. I wondered if anybody would be up for much play after all this rich food.

“Who wants dessert?” Grace asked a half-hour after we had put down our forks and knives. All of a sudden it occurred to me that with all of us being naked as jaybirds we could not loosen the button of our trousers to relieve the pressure. And pressure there was judging by the round bellies I saw around me, mine included.

“I need some time Grace before I can face dessert,” I replied which was confirmed by all my table companions.