The Naughty Photographer
Copyright© 2026 by Zak
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - When a photographer finds out that one of his customers has been naughty in the studio, he makes the most of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Masturbation Sex Toys
I woke up on Saturday morning, and my hard dick was the evidence of the dream I had been having about the very sexy Sarah. I slid my hand under the covers and took my erection in my hand.
I thought about her stroking her pussy as I stroked my cock. By the time I ejaculated in my head, I had Sarah sucking me off.
I got up and stripped the bed. I dumped my sticky sheets in the washing machine, then took a shower. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my phone and wallet and walked down to the local park. There was a café there that did a great breakfast. Over a full English and a mug of tea, I pondered what I should do, what I could do.
As the waitress took my empty plate, I ordered another tea and picked up my phone.
‘Hello Sarah, I think we need to talk,’ I texted.
I had naughty thoughts about Sarah. She was a sexy bird, and it had been a while since I had a good shag.
I walked home through the town; I did a bit of people-watching, one of my favourite things to do.
I had just walked into the house when Sarah replied.
‘Do we?’
‘I think so, yes... ‘
‘Why?’
‘Do you want me to send you a reminder?’
‘Sorry, I am confused.’
So I dug out two stills that left nothing to the imagination and sent them to her. She didn’t reply for half an hour.
‘Yes, I think we need to talk. When and where?’
I had two busy days.
‘My studio, Wednesday, nine o’clock.’
‘I will see you there.’
I fired up my laptop and did some surfing. I found an adult toys website that offered 24-hour delivery. I used the company credit card to order some toys and three outfits. I had to guess Sarah’s size.
The rest of the weekend flew by. The first two days of the week were busy. I had photoshoots on both Monday and Tuesday morning. The stuff I had ordered arrived Monday afternoon, and I was happy with my choices.
I got to the studio nice and early on Wednesday. I thought she might not turn up, but dead on nine o’clock, the doorbell rang.
I let her in and led her into the office.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Please!” she said and sat down.
She looked very sexy, and she smelled amazing. I handed her coffee and sat down.
“So ... so how did you get those pictures?” she asked.
“They are stills taken from a video!” I replied with a smile.
“A video? I don’t understand”, she blurted out.
“For my own safety, I video all the sessions I do!” I told her.
“And you have me on video ... oh, for fucks sake!” she gasped. “And what are you going to do with it?”
“Well, I had options—sorry, we have options!” I said.
“Do we?” she interjected.
“We do ... I have always wanted to do some more adult shoots, but the models are very expensive,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
“So you want me to do some more modelling, but more adult stuff?” she said.
“Yes ... you have hit the nail on the head!” I smiled.
“And if I don’t agree to that?”
“I need some cash to pay a model, so I will sell you the video. I have a few places that will buy it; also, I might upload it to a few websites”, I replied.
“Websites?” she said.
“Websites, adult porn, porn hub, Xhamster ... to name a few!” I said, “And a mate of mine does stuff on the dark web!”
“Oh fuck, so anyone I know would be able to see me ... see me pleasuring myself!” she said, her voice a little higher now.
“I might also be able to sell the stills to a few readers’ wives’ type magazines,” I added.
The room went quiet as she took in what I had just told her.
“So, I will be letting you take more pictures that you can sell?” she laughed. “I am not that stupid!”
“No, I know you are not. Before we do the photo shoot, we can both sign a release form. It has a tick box that we will both add our signatures to that says I can’t release them, and if I do, you could sue me for millions!” I told her.
“And this is a legal document”, she asked.
“It is. Google it. If I release or allow the images to be released, you can drag me to court and make a mint!” I reassured her.
She took a smartphone from her handbag and spent a few minutes Googling the form.
“So if you are going to do a photoshoot and then delete the images, what’s the point?” she asked.
“It’s good practice for me, that’s all!” I lied.
She thought about it for a few seconds before replying.
“And how long do I have to decide?” she asked.
“24 hours,” I replied.
“And how do I know you have a video?” she asked.
I fired up my PC and put on the video clip I had made. The room was silent as we both watched her wanking herself silly.
As soon as it had ended, she picked up her handbag and stood up.
“And I have copies, just in case someone should break in and steal my PC!” I said.