Lew's Photo Studio Book 8
Copyright© 2025 by Lew Pit
Chapter 74: Sharon
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 74: Sharon - The Horse riding club convinces Lew again to have a free photo shoot except for Hellen. The results of the photoshoot are presented. Lew finally gets a haircut and plays with the hairdresser's help. The Canadian girls get tested in Tanja’s club. Petra reveals some of her adventures as a concierge. Lew is roped into performing a long-awaited deflowering of Janet. Tanja’s American cruise friends finally make an appearance. Dawn’s dad is tricked.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Anal Sex Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Porn Theatre
I was standing with my back to the door, checking my inventory of film rolls, when the doorbell rang and somebody walked in.
“I’ll be right with you,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of time,” a familiar voice replied.
I turned around and gave the person who had come in a big smile.
“Beth, darling, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? My, don’t you look great, had your hair done?”
“I’m glad you noticed, and yes, I had my hair done at that new hair salon almost next door to me.”
“Oh, yeah, I found a flyer in the mailbox the other week announcing the opening of a new salon in the village. It’s right next door to your beauty parlor?”
“Well, not right next door, but a few doors from me, close enough to be very convenient. But hey, what do you think of my hairdo?”
“I guess she was good. You do look great. I only wish there was a salon for men in the village. Since the guy that I used to go to, who operated the only male barber shop in the village, retired I always have to get in my car and drive ten kilometers to the next village to find one.”
“Your worries are over, my friend. Sharon, the young lady operating the salon, also does men.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, I asked her, and she informed me she does men, women, and children. Her new salon is where the old grocery store used to be.”
“That old store that has been closed and empty for years.”
“That’s the one. It used to be the only grocery store in the village, run by an old couple, Jan and Maria. They’d been there for ages, well, as long as I can remember anyway, but the supermarkets killed them, so when they were in their seventies, they finally retired and closed the shop. It must have been at least 5 years ago; that’s why you wouldn’t know, and it’s been empty ever since. Thinking about it, it’s really a trip down memory lane for me. We used to go there when we were kids, before or after school, and Maria used to have this special table with sweets we could afford as kids. All the sweets cost 1 Belgian franc. Some even had pictures in the wrapping, real collector’s items.”
“Ah, yes, when you and I were kids, we still had Belgian francs and not euros yet. How much is that again, 1 Belgian franc in euros now?”
“Let me think... 1 euro equals 40,3399 francs, so that would make it 0.02 euros.”
“Life was cheap compared to today.”
“How right you are, but coming back to the new salon, aside from being able to cut your hair, I think you might find her rather interesting as well.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
“She’s a young, very good-looking divorcee.”
“And why would that interest me? You know I love women, but I’m not looking for a partner.”
“I know that, silly, but I mentioned your photo capabilities to her, and she was very interested in having some of her customers photographed and put up as posters in the salon to show the rest of the customers what she’s capable of.”
“I see, it’s not that she’s overly sexy and would be willing to pose for me?”
“I don’t think so, but she did mention something about taking pictures of her or for her. She’s a good-looking blonde, classic face, with a nice figure, with all the right rounding, nothing extravagant, mid-size boobs, nice legs, just like the women you like so much shedding their clothes in front of your camera lens.”
“Come on, Beth, I do take lots of pictures, but not all of them are of naked females.”
“Maybe not, but admit it, they’re your most favorite subjects to photograph, aren’t they?”
“Yes, but I also photograph animals...”
“Yes, preferably held by or accompanied by a naked female.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Have you already forgotten about the calendar shoot for the wild animal shelter?”
“Excuse me, that was not me; that was Jada taking those pictures.”
“Yes, and who was hovering around, pointing out to Jada how to photograph the subjects without showing too much of their nip ... eh, sexy points?”
“That wasn’t me; that was Sunshine, her teacher.”
“Oh yeah, another one of your favorite models.”
“What is it with you, Beth? Are you getting jealous that you weren’t a model for the calendar, or would you just like another photo session? Just tell me, and I’m at your disposal whenever you feel like it.”
“No, no, I think you’ve got enough pictures of me in the raw.”
“Allow me to contradict you; one can never have enough pictures of a beautiful woman flaunting her naked charms. Before you know it, they have faded away, and then you regret for the rest of your life not capturing them on film.”
“You really can charm birds out of a tree, can’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Lew, is there one single woman in this village you haven’t photographed in the nude yet?”
“I have no idea; I don’t know all the single women in this village.”
“Well, now you know one more.”
“And who might that be?”
“Sharon, for Christ’s sake. I did mention she’s divorced, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean she’s single. She can have a boyfriend or even a girlfriend, and I don’t know her; I’ve never met her.”
“Well then, it’s high time you went and met her. And, if you don’t mind me saying so, you desperately do need a haircut.”
“You’re right about the haircut, but you know why.”
“Yes, you hate to have to drive 10K to get a haircut. Well, that’s over now; you can walk.”
“Do you think I can just go there and get a haircut?”
“No, silly, you need to make an appointment. Shall I make one for you? She’s almost right next door to me.”
“Why? Don’t you think I am capable of making an appointment myself?”
“Do you have her phone number?”
“I must have the flyer I found in the mailbox somewhere lying about, and I guess the number is on there.”
“Yes, it is, but just in case, let me write it down for you.”
“Thanks, Mum, I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t looking after me so well.”
“You could do with someone permanently looking after you.”
“Yes, I know, but you also know I’m not husband material.”
“It’s a pity. I bet you would look great in wedding pictures.”
“Get out of here, woman, before...”
“Before what, teddy bear?”
“I give you a good spanking.”
“Oh my, becoming all dominant, are we?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Bye, Lew, have a nice day, and don’t forget to give Sharon a call.”
Beth walked out of the shop, and Jada walked in.
“What did Beth want, Lew?”
“She wants me to get a haircut.”
“Is that now part of her beauty treatments as well?”
“No, no, she wants me to make an appointment at this new hair salon two doors from her beauty parlor.”
“Yes, I saw something new had opened there. It’s a hair salon, then?”
“Yes, now you can get your beauty treatment first, then get your hair done, and walk back to Beth to have your face painted.”
“That’s convenient, but I guess you’ll skip the beauty treatment and the painting?”
“Right you are, but she’s right about one thing. I do desperately need a haircut, so I’d better call this new hairdo lady and make an appointment.”
Picking up the phone, I called the hair salon, and a cheerful voice answered.
“Hello, Shear delight, Sharon speaking, how may I be of service?”
“Eh, hello, Sharon?”
“Yes, I’m Sharon. How can I help you?”
“I was told that you cut men’s hair?”
“Yes, we do men, women, and children.”
“Can I make an appointment for a haircut?”
“Yes, of course, let me check. It’s for you, I presume. Do you prefer a specific date and time?”
“No, just as soon as possible.”
“OK ... I could do you tomorrow afternoon at 2 if that’s convenient?”
“Yes, that’ll do me fine.”
“OK, under what name can I note it down?”
“Lew.”
“Lew the photographer?”
“Eh, yes.”
“Oh, great, Beth told me all about you. Did she mention I might have a request for you as well?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, she did.”
“Great, we can talk about it when you come tomorrow then.”
“Absolutely.”
“How wonderful. I’m looking forward to meeting you, especially after everything Beth told me about you.”
“You should only believe one-quarter of what that woman told you about me.”
“Even if I do that, you seem very interesting to meet, so see you tomorrow at 2.”
“I’ll be there.”
The next day at ten to two I set off to visit this new Shear Delight in our village. It was only a short walk, a serious improvement from my previous visits to a hairdresser. The shop looked nice, clearly newly remodeled. When I walked in I didn’t recognize the place. This young lady had done some serious rebuilding.
There were two chairs to treat customers and two wash basins. Upon entering at the front, I saw a couple of easy chairs and a small table stacked with magazines, probably meant for customers waiting for treatment. I wondered if she would have the type of men’s magazines my old barber provided to entertain the waiting customers.
In the back, a big window overlooked the small backyard. A little girl was playing on a swing and a trampoline in the garden, so I guessed Sharon was also a mother.
“Good afternoon, you must be Lew,” she said, finishing a customer sitting in one of the treatment chairs. “Why don’t you take a seat, I’ll be right with you.”
Quickly browsing through the stack of magazines on the small table, there was not really anything that could interest me, clearly no men’s magazines. I guess I’ll have to keep on buying my own in the future instead of reading them at the barbershop.
I didn’t have to wait very long as the lady Sharon had been working on was ready and only had to pay and make a new appointment. A few minutes later she was gone and Sharon turned to me.
“So, you are this famous Lew from the village?” she asked with a smile.
“Famous, what on earth would I be famous for?”
“Well, Beth told me a few things, and so did Astrid, only to mention two of my most valued customers.”
“As I already said on the phone, you should only believe one-quarter of what the women in this village tell you about me. OK, I admit I enjoy their company from time to time, but so do I from other women, and most of those I have worked together with were very pleased with my services.”
“Yes, so I heard,” she replied with a light chuckle.
“I’m speaking of my photographic services, which Beth told me you would be interested in as well.”
“Yes, I need some photos for the salon.”
“What photos do you have in mind?”
“You see, I sometimes participate in hairdressing competitions, and then I do the hair of one of the students of the art academy or one of the girls that work for me, and it would be great if I could have a poster size photo of them to hang on the wall. It will show my customers that I’m capable of doing some fancy hairdos as well.”
“I see, and you think I would be able to make these photos for you?”
“Yes, I saw some of the photos you made for Astrid and also the video you made for her.”
“It was great fun making those, and Astrid was very pleased. She’s already commissioned a new one when the new fall collection arrives.”
“And you also do photos of children?”
“Yes, children, animals, you name it, I photograph it for you.”
“So I heard, but I was told your favorite subjects are women.”
“I have to admit that is my weakness, yes. When I see a beautiful woman like yourself, I have this urge to photograph her in her most natural state.”
“You mean in the nude.”
“Yes, that’s a woman’s most natural state, and I refer here to Eve, the first woman who ran around the Garden of Eden in that state.”
“Yes, but that wouldn’t be for me.”
“You wouldn’t want to pose in the nude?”
“NO! Never.”
“I heard women say that before...”
“Well, this woman will stick to her principles.”
“Even if it would be for a good cause?”
“For what good cause would I shed my clothes and be photographed?”
“Oh, I just finished a shoot with a dozen women, most of whom had said the same thing as you, but when given the opportunity, they did shed their clothes and pose for a calendar.”
“You don’t say. Which calendar?”
“The calendar that was sold to support the local animal shelter and the riding school.”
“You mean that calendar that Hellen sold me with these naked women holding all kinds of animals?”
“Yes, that calendar.”
“Did you shoot those pictures?”
“No, I can’t claim I shot the pictures; the actual shooting was done by my trainee Jada, who works at my shop and was also one of the models. It was her final work for her school year, but it was all done in my studio.”
“You don’t say. And that magazine Hellen showed me?”
“That one was a combined effort of Jada and myself.”
“Now I’m beginning to understand where your reputation comes from.”
“And what reputation might that be?”
“That you are the Casanova of the village, the savior of lonely women.”
“And I guess you’re not lonely?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“Not that lonely.”
“OK no worries, but now that you’ve put me through the third degree, shouldn’t you be starting to do my hair?”
“Yes, of course, that’s why you’re here, but I was so curious if all these stories I heard were true.”
“As I said, only believe one quarter.”
“OK, can you please take a seat at the washbasin?”
She began to wash my hair after making sure the water temperature was OK for me. That in itself was an arousing experience, to feel her fingers slide over my scalp giving me a wonderful massage. If it had lasted much longer, I would have drifted off and fallen asleep, but I was woken by the request to move to one of the treatment chairs.
She kindly asked how I kept my hair. I told her I wore it parted on the right. She looked at my hair and couldn’t refrain from making a remark about how badly it had been cut before. After that, she started snapping away. I trusted her to leave my ears in one piece. She even cut away the hair that was growing in my ears and trimmed my bushy eyebrows, something that comes with old age. You have hair growing everywhere you don’t want it, and where you want it, it simply disappears.
Fifteen minutes later I was done, cut and dried. I must admit it did look a lot better than when I went to the barber in the other village. It was slightly more expensive but absolutely worth it; I felt like a new man. Upon saying goodbye, after making a new appointment, of course, she reminded me about the photos she wanted for the shop. I told her to call any time, and I would try to fit her in.
I didn’t have to wait very long. Barely a week later, she was on the phone.
“Hello, Lew, Sharon here. I’m calling to see if you could photograph my intern. I just did her hair, and she looks absolutely stunning. I would appreciate it if you could photograph her.”
“You mean like right now?”
“Yes, is that possible, pleeease?”
“OK, can it hold for half an hour? I’m in the middle of something, but I’ll be finished by then.”
“Yes absolutely, we’ll be there in half an hour. Does she need to wear something special?”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but the less she wears the better. I will need bare shoulders to make the best shots.”
“OK, we’ll keep that in mind.”
Half an hour later the shop doorbell rang, and Sharon with her intern walked in.
“Hello Lew, is it OK now?”
“Yes, yes, it’s fine; Jada can finish what I was doing. It’ll be good practice for her.”
“Jada?” Sharon’s intern asked.
“Yes, do you know her?”
“Absolutely, she’s the star of our school.”
“I thought you went to the hairdresser school?”
“Yes, but we’re in the same building as the other arts sections, and photography is one of them.”
“I see, and how do you know Jada then?”
“We’re friends; I sometimes do her hair for her.”
“Oh, that’s why it’s always so nicely styled.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“You’re welcome. And you are?”
“Sorry, I’m Sandy, and I’m so glad to finally meet you. Jada’s been telling us so much about you.”
“I hope she’s not badmouthing me, or else I’ll have to give her a spanking.”
“No, but you might want to do that anyway. I know she likes to be spanked--after all, she’s your sub isn’t she?”
“How do you know about that?”
“We’re besties and we have no secrets from each other. And now that I see you, I wouldn’t mind being spanked by you either.”
“Sandy, what are you saying? I had no idea that you were into something like that,” Sharon interjected.
“Oh yes Sharon, I love it. I would so much like to visit the local BDSM club.”
“Is there a BDSM club in the village?”
“Yes, and do you know where?”
“No, I have no idea.”
“Right under your feet well almost. It will be when we’re inside the studio.”
“No way!”
“Yes way, ask Lew.”
“Is that true, Lew?”
“I’m afraid Sandy is right, and yes, it’s right under your feet. Well, the dressing rooms are. The clubroom itself is actually under the studio.”
“This village will never stop amazing me. A BDSM club. And is it yours then, Lew?”
“No, I do own the building but I rent it out to the club. The person who operates it is Tanja.”
“You mean Tanja with the black hair and the skull tattoo on her upper right arm?”
“Yes, that Tanja.”
“She never mentioned it to me when she came to the salon.”
“Tanja is very discreet, as you can imagine in her line of business.”
“Yes, I understand that BDSM lovers do have a strange reputation.”
“And unwarranted I can add; it’s a perfect way to enjoy sexual freedom.”
“Come on, you can’t tell me that these women like to be abused and tortured.”
“They not only like it, they crave it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“He’s right, Sharon,” Sandy chimed in. “I love it when my boyfriend occasionally flogs me or pinches my nipples. I have the most powerful orgasms that way.”
“I’d never expected something like that of you, Sandy, but now I understand why you sometimes have these bruises on your body.”
I broke in impatiently. “OK ladies, we’re not here to discuss the pros and cons of BDSM, we’re here to shoot some pictures. Why don’t you follow me into the studio.”
In the studio I had already put a high chair for the model, Sandy in this case, to sit on so I could take her picture. I explained to both girls I chose a light green backdrop, and afterward, we could digitally change the color of that to any color or pattern they wanted or looked best. Maybe with Sandy, as she was a blonde (natural or not, I couldn’t care less), it would look better in the final picture for the background to be darker.
“So, young lady, why don’t you take a seat?”
Sandy got on the stool and faced me. Her blonde hair certainly was gorgeous. It was thick and had a natural shine that made it positively glow in the bright photography lights. It was cut just below her shoulders and coifed into a delicate curve that perfectly framed her lovely face. Her makeup was extremely restrained so as not to distract from the lustrous frame that surrounded it.
I asked Sharon how she wanted the hairdo presented, and she wanted to show it from the side, so I asked Sandy to turn 45 degrees. However, she didn’t move.
“What’s wrong, Sandy, don’t you want to turn please?”
“You have to order me, Master,” she replied.
“What?” Sharon asked. “Why does Lew have to order you?”
“I love it when a Master orders me, Sharon. It arouses me, and I love it.”
“OK Lew, you heard her. I don’t for the love of God understand any of this, but if that’s what she wants, you know what to do I guess.”
“OK Sharon, yes, I’m familiar with this behavior. I’ve got one working in the computer room, you know, one of her friends.
“Turn 45° and face the wall, slave!” I shouted.
Sandy immediately complied.
“Bare those shoulders for me!” I continued, “Or better still, take your top off completely. We don’t want to run the risk of having a piece of clothing obscure those lovely shoulders of yours.”
Within a flash, Sandy removed her top and tossed it on the ground, showing us she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked gorgeous. She had nice perky milky white B-cup boobs like only teens can. Her nipples, also light in color, were hard as a result of her arousal, now that she was treated the way I guessed she had imagined this photoshoot to happen--especially after her best friend’s stories about me and the studio and the club.
I took a dozen shots in this pose, each time moving slightly and ordering her to keep looking at me. In the end, she was actually looking backward over her shoulder. I had some excellent shots that showed off Sharon’s hairstyling work above the flawless bare shoulders I had asked her to show for me. However, I constantly thought about what a shame it was to show her off only from the shoulders up, without showcasing those lovely breasts sitting proudly on her chest, their light pink areolas practically glowing in the bright photography lighting.
I couldn’t refrain from also taking a few shots of her complete body. She looked stunning, topless with just her jeans still on. She had noticed that I had turned my lens to take these full-body pictures and addressed me.
“Permission to speak, Master.”
“Speak, slave, what is it that you want to ask Master?”
“Could I get a few pictures of me completely nude for my boyfriend, please?”
“Do you think he would appreciate that?”
“Oh yes, Master, he already made some himself, but the quality wasn’t very good.”
“OK, if you would like that, who am I to refuse such a good-looking, friendly slave?”
“Sandy, what are you asking?” Sharon interjected.
“If that’s what she wants, I don’t mind one bit. Sharon, you know I love to photograph women in their natural state, and if they ask for it themselves, it saves me a lot of time.”
“Don’t expect the same response from me, though.”
“I wouldn’t even dream of asking you.”
By the time this short interlocution was finished, Sandy had removed her jeans. She had come full commando and was now standing next to the chair, her labia peeking out from between her legs beneath a neatly trimmed landing strip of blonde hair. Either she was very thorough with her dye jobs, or she was a natural blonde after all.
I began taking photos again, walking slowly around Sandy’s stunning youthful body to get her from every angle. She was a natural model, shifting poses to show off various aspects of her figure. She sat in the chair again, legs together and hands demurely in her lap with just a hint of a smile on her pretty lips. She posed standing, her legs slightly apart, her hands at her sides, and her shoulders back to thrust her milky breasts forward. She even posed with one leg up on a low stool, showing off her perfect, youthful pussy.
I spoke as I snapped the camera.
“You see, Sharon, she already wanted this when she got dressed this morning and expected me to say yes. She came fully prepared without underwear. Bras and panties usually leave marks on the skin, so this is perfect.”
“Yes, I can see, but I never expected Sandy to be so ... exhibitionistic.”
“Believe me, deep down, every woman wants to flaunt her naked body in front of a camera.”
“Not this woman.”
“Maybe not yet, just give it time. Remember, you’re at your prime for the moment, and believe me, I’ve photographed women much older than you for the first time in the nude, and they loved it.”
“Yeah, when they were drunk maybe.”
“No, no, I photographed a 52-year-old woman for the first time in the nude, and she was completely sober, I can guarantee it. I must admit, she had a little push from her daughter to go for it. I don’t think your daughter would care any way or another.”
“Speaking of my daughter, when would you have time to take some photos of her? I’d love a small album. She’s so adorable at the moment, and she keeps on posing for me every time I take my camera out.”
“Yes, they do that at that age, it makes them feel important. I think I can make her look like a little princess when I photograph her.”
“Definitely. She’s got a princess dress she wore for Halloween, and it looks great on her.”
“How about next week Wednesday afternoon when she’s not at school, would that be possible?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Coming back to today’s model, do we have enough pictures of her you think.”
“More than I ever expected.”
“Excellent, would you mind if I kept her for a bit longer? Maybe she would like some more explicit pictures for her boyfriend, or maybe a small video. I’ll gladly do that for her if she wants it.”
I turned to the intern. “Would you like that, Sandy?”
“Yes, sir. I was afraid to ask you, but if you’re offering, yes, please.”
“OK Sharon, I’ll call you when I have the photos ready for printing so we can choose the one you want blown up for the shop, and we’ll decide the background together so that it looks its best when it’s on your wall.”
“Yes, can we also do that next Wednesday?”
“Yes, but they’ll be ready earlier if you wish. Are you available one evening, say Friday? We could look at the photos and have dinner together. You’d have a night out, and you could get to know the neighborhood better.”
“Only if I can find a babysitter.”
“That’s no problem. I’ve got the perfect babysitter right in the house—Jada. She regularly babysits Nancy’s daughter, Emilia. She’s one, but I guess Jada would by far prefer a five-year-old. More fun to play with. Shall we ask her?”
“OK, but dinner will be on me then.”
“If you insist.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You don’t like to be entertained by a man?”
“I’m sorry, Lew, but they always expect more than just dinner.”
“Point taken, but don’t you worry, I won’t expect anything more than your lovely company over dinner. You must expect to be grilled about your past though, about how you ended up in our lovely village.”
“That I don’t mind, but don’t expect anything physical.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I pride myself on never doing anything that my dinner partner doesn’t approve of or ask for.”
“OK, as long as that’s understood.”
“It is, my dear. See you Friday then. Do you want Sandy to come back to you after her private shoot?”
“Yes, she still has some work at the salon when she’s done with you.”
“Do I detect a note of jealousy?”
“Absolutely not. As far as I’m concerned, you can photograph her any way she wants, fuck her, flog her, as long as she can come back to work.”
“OK, will do.”
I watched her walk away and wondered if I would ever be able to convince her to shed her clothes in front of my camera. I had to convince her. I thrive on these kinds of challenges, especially when I finally succeed and see the satisfaction on their face when they break such a big taboo, feel free, and embrace the fact that they are beautiful at any age.
I returned to the studio, where the first thing I saw was Sandy, still naked and sitting back on the chair. Her legs were wide apart and she had one hand in her pussy, her labia spread wide apart and her index finger rapidly rubbing her clit. The other hand was rolling and pinching a nipple. From the look on her face and the way she was breathing in rapid pants, I could tell that she was on the brink of an orgasm.
I wanted to test how far her submissive personality would take her.
“Well, slave, what do we think we’re doing? Did I give you permission to play with yourself? Stop that immediately! You should know you’re not allowed to play with yourself, let alone cum, unless given specific permission by your Master.”
“Yes, Master, sorry Master, but I was so turned on by all the nude posing and by your dominating talk that I just had to take the pressure off.”
“That’s no reason to start masturbating. Take those fingers out of that nasty hole of yours immediately and take the collar-me position.”
I was curious how well-trained she was, given that in many ways she seemed pretty new to the BDSM lifestyle. I must admit I was pleasantly surprised that she immediately took the requested position, on her knees, legs wide open, hands behind her neck, exposing her young, firm boobs to the full. For someone whose exposure to BDSM was mostly confined to pinching her own nipples plus watching internet porn, which isn’t a very accurate depiction of anything, let alone something with complex social practices like BDSM, she was doing incredibly well.
Of course, now that I had asked her to take that position, I actually needed to do my part as well, and collar her.