Peter Nichols had only one passion. He loved photography. He had gotten bitten by the photography bug all the way back in junior high when, on his 13th birthday, his grandmother bought him his first camera. From that time forward, you rarely saw Peter without his trusty camera close by.

He would take pictures of just about anything. He loved scenic pictures, he loved sports and action shots, and he loved historical subjects. But his greatest love was taking pictures of people. He loved interacting with his subjects and asking them questions. He found it added a fascinating aspect to his pictures to know why they were there and what they were doing when he took their picture.

It was no surprise to anyone that knew Peter that when he got older, he would choose photography as a career path. It was a natural fit. Peter took whatever classes in junior and high school that he could make fit into his goal of becoming a professional photographer.

He was the photographer for the high school newspaper, and he even helped as an assistant for the school pictures and school yearbook. Anything having to do with photography, and you would find Peter right in the middle of it.

But photography, like any of the arts, is a tough thing to make a profession out of. Peter was a good photographer, there was no doubt about that. But he was not a great photographer. And in a field that if you aren’t the best you are nothing, he was just another struggling picture-taker.

He had managed, thanks to his grandmother and a fairly sizable bank loan, to come up with a workable photography studio that saw just barely enough business to pay for itself. Peter had to have a second job if he wanted to eat and have someplace to sleep besides his studio, but he still tried to get back to his photography any chance he had.

And he did get an occasional photo job. He had been the wedding photographer a few times. He had done some work for a couple local businesses for promoting their products. He had even gotten the contract one year to do the local school pictures. But all of these jobs only kept the business afloat, none really did a lot for his credibility with the rest of the photo world. What he wanted was one good job that would be seen by people outside his small community.

One day, that opportunity presented itself. Peter had decided to attend a small fashion show, the proceeds of which would benefit the Breast Cancer Foundation. The main draw of the fashion show was a guest appearance by professional model, Evangeline Wycombe. Peter had seen her picture in some fashion magazines he had gotten to look over the photographic styles. He was going to the show in hopes of meeting her in person.

He went to the show as a free-lance photographer. He thought he might be able to sell a few pictures to the newspaper or something, but the main objective was just to watch the show and see how these things were run so he would be better prepared shoot one himself someday. He brought a stack of business cards with him hoping that he might connect with some work too while he was there.

The show went well and a lot of money was raised for the Breast Cancer Foundation. But of course, the highlight was when Evangeline Wycombe was introduced. Peter had talked with one of the people running the show, so he knew ahead of time when she would be coming out. He had worked his way to the front of the crowd right up next to the runway so he could get some good pictures.

As she came out from behind the curtain, cameras from all over the room began popping off. Peter was smarter than that. He knew that little pictures from far away didn’t sell, so he waited anxiously for her to get closer. She walked down the runway like a true professional and as she came within range, he began clicking away. She got closer to him, smiling and waving at everyone, and then Peter called out to her.

“Evangeline! Evangeline!”

She turned to see who was calling her name, and Peter got some good pictures of her. She took notice of him too, smiling and even blowing a friendly kiss to him. After her appearance and before the show ended, Peter made his way backstage and waited patiently outside the girl’s dressing room. Before long, the object of his attentions reappeared.

“Miss Wycombe!” he said, “I just wanted to thank you for coming today to this little fashion show. It was a great honor to have you here, and I appreciated the chance to see you and take a few pictures of you on stage.”

“It was my pleasure ... I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” she said.

“Peter ... Peter Nichols,” he said, handing her a business card. She took it with a smile and put it in her jacket pocket.

“Oh, so you are a photographer? Did you get some good shots?” she asked.

“Yes, I think so. I’ll be able to see better when I get back home and download them onto my computer.”

“Don’t you just love digital cameras? It used to be you had to go through the whole developing thing before you could see your work. Now it only takes a few seconds!”

“Yes ... and you don’t have to worry about wasting all the film and chemicals if it doesn’t turn out!”

“Well it was nice to meet you Peter,” she said smiling. “But I have to get going.”

“Of course. Thank you again for your time and for coming to our little show,” he said.

Evangeline smiled and then turned and walked away. Peter went back out front and tried to get some more photos that he could maybe sell.

It was a couple weeks after the show, and Peter was at home going through some bills. He had managed to sell enough photos to the newspaper to pay for the cost of the fashion show tickets, but not much more, and as he looked at the growing mound of utility and rent bills, he was beginning to think that perhaps photography wasn’t the career path for him.

Then suddenly the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Peter Nichols?”

“Yes it is, can I help you?”

“Peter, this is Evangeline ... Evangeline Wycombe – remember me?” she said, “Sorry to call you out of the blue like this, but I was hoping you could help me out. You see, I have this photo shoot for a client, but my regular photographer isn’t going to be able to do it. I found your card in my pocket from the show and so I thought I would give you a call.”

“Sure I remember you, Evangeline! It’s nice to hear from you!” he said excitedly.

“So can you help me? I need a photographer or I’m going to lose this job,” she said.

“When is the shoot supposed to take place?”

“Well it was scheduled for a week from tomorrow, but we can push it back a few days I’m sure if that is not good for you,” she told him.

“No, that will work for me. I have a wedding to shoot this week, but that will be over by then and I’ll be free. I’d love to work with you, Evangeline!” he said, trying not to sound too much like a school boy with a crush on the head cheerleader.

“Wonderful! I will have my agent call you with the details, and what the shoot is all about in a day or so. Meanwhile, since it looks like we’ll be working together, please call me Eve. Evangeline sounds so formal and it’s a mouthful to use a lot!” she said.

“Okay, Eve it is then. I’ll be expecting your agent’s call then. This is going to be fun,” he said.

“I think so too,” Eve said and then hung up. After he hung up the phone, Peter went back to his computer and blocked out the few days around when she had said the shoot was to take place. He wanted to make sure there were no scheduling problems. This was an important shoot for him – his first chance to work with a professional model on a real photo shoot!

The next day Eve’s agent did call and Peter talked at length with her, asking a bunch of questions and finding out as much about the photo shoot and what the client wanted as he could. It turns out it was to be a commercial shoot for a custom motorcycle shop and it would be going in a couple nationally-distributed motorcycle magazines. This was the break he had been looking for! His photos, if they turned out, would be going all over the country! Now, as if he wasn’t nervous enough shooting a professional model like Eve, this only added to the pressure!

The day of the photo shoot came and Peter showed up at the studio about 30 minutes ahead of time so he could look over the studio setup. He planned out what he thought would be good shots, and how he would set his camera up for the different views. He walked through the shoot trying to think of everything he could to make it go smoothly. This was his chance to show that he was more than just a recreational picture-taker. If this went well, Eve would spread the word that he was good at his craft, and he may get more and better quality work.

“Hi Peter,” Eve said when she arrived. Peter was adjusting the lighting for the first pictures.

“Hi, Eve!” he said, coming over to her. “You are looking very nice today. Are you ready to get started?”

“Thanks, Peter. Why don’t we have a cup of coffee and talk about this for a little bit. I need to get some caffeine in my system if I’m going to be any good at all!” she said, smiling.

They sat there enjoying a cup of coffee and talking about the photo shoot and bouncing ideas off each other. They were having a good time just talking, and they came up with some good ideas for photos when Eve made a request.

“Peter, I don’t know how you feel about this, but when we are finished with the regular photo session, would you mind taking some nudes of me? I need them for my portfolio so I can show that I am able to do a wide range of types of photos,” she asked.

Peter looked at her for several seconds while he processed what she was asking. This beautiful creature was asking him if he would take her picture naked? Was she kidding?

“I ... I ... Sure! I will take the nude pictures if you want,” he said, struggling to keep his excitement under control.

“Thanks, Peter. I know some photographers don’t like doing nudes because they don’t want to be associated with the porn industry,” she said, laying a hand on his arm. They finished their coffee, talking some more and becoming more and more comfortable together.

“Well I guess we should probably get started,” Peter said after a bit. “There’s a bathroom right around the corner you can use to change in if you like.”

“Okay, thanks ... I’ll be right back then,” she said. She went around the corner and returned a few minutes later, ready to go to work.

“Wow, Eve ... you look amazing!” he said as he turned around to see Evangeline in her skimpy black string bikini. Evangeline Wycombe was a five foot four inch tall blonde bombshell with baby blue eyes and a tempting 34D-25-36 figure – and she knew just how to use it too.

Eve blushed a bit, “Thank you, Peter. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

“What do you mean?”

“Peter, most photographers in this line of photography have seen so many girls that to them, I’m just another bubble-headed blonde model with a high opinion of myself!” she said, “It’s nice when someone genuinely compliments me like you just did. It was very sweet.”

“Oh believe me, I don’t think you are bubble-headed or stuck up. You’ve been so patient and kind to me. As for that compliment, I meant it ... you do look amazing,” he said.

“You’re going to get me blushing again!” she said, smiling broadly.

They got to work after that. Peter started snapping pictures and Eve would help him learn how to direct her. Since he had never worked with a model before, her advice and recommendations were most welcome. Peter had some ideas of the type of pictures he wanted, but he also listened carefully to Eve’s. She had done this before and was very good at her job, so he paid careful attention to what she said.

It took about an hour to get all the shots they thought they would need for the client, and as that part of the shoot was drawing to a close, Eve suggested that they move on to the next part.

“Okay Peter, now that we have all the client’s photos, are you ready for my pictures?” she asked.

“Um ... yeah I guess so,” he said, still timid about the idea of shooting her nude.

“All right. I’ll go get undressed,” she said. She went back into the bathroom and in a minute or so came out wearing a white robe. She still wore her heels, but nothing else. She got into place in front of the camera and took off the robe, laying it over a handy stool out of the way.

“Damn...” he gulped as he saw her in all her naked glory for the first time.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling at him. Clumsily he moved over to where his camera was and tried to concentrate on the job before him. But she was spectacular and he was having a great deal of trouble keeping control. He felt shaky and bumbling like a schoolboy at his first dance.

“Peter, honey, just relax ... you are doing great. Just enjoy yourself and don’t worry about my being nude. It takes a few times before you get over your jitters when photographing nudes. It’s the same with us models. The first couple times I did nude work, I was scared to death! I was afraid I wasn’t pretty enough or had a good enough body for that type of work,” she admitted.

“What? That’s impossible. You are amazing Eve and your body is...” he let himself trail off.

“You are sweet,” she said, smiling. She kept talking to him as she moved around. As she did, he began to relax and started taking pictures of her. Eve was the consummate professional, and her poses were tasteful and classy – it wasn’t at all like Peter thought it would be like, and he began to get into the idea of photographing her like this.

She put him at ease and let him know that if he wanted her to do something in particular, to just say so. But Peter was content just taking the shots as he saw her move around, he didn’t have anything in mind himself.

Before he realized it, they had taken many photos and Eve figured they had enough so she could add to her portfolio.

“That was fun!” she said. “Did you get some good pictures?” she asked him. She came over and they looked through the camera as he went back over the photos he had. As she looked over the pictures, her hand accidently brushed across the front of his jeans and she felt an enormous bulge there.

Peter backed up like he had just straddled an electric fence! “Oh shit, I’m sorry Eve! I didn’t mean...”

“It’s my fault, Peter I’m ... oh my, that does look uncomfortable,” she said, looking at the large protuberance in his crotch.

Peter tried to move it around so it wasn’t so obvious, but it didn’t help. Then suddenly before Peter realized what she was doing, Eve was moving towards the door.

“I’d better make sure the door is locked,” she said, walking over and deftly twisting the knob on the door’s deadbolt. She came back over to where Peter was standing.

“Why don’t I help you with that. Take out your cock,” she told him.

Peter looked at her quizzically and then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground at his feet. Because it was hot out that day, he opted to forego wearing underwear and so now his thick shaft was already jutting out his full eight proud inches. The thick purple head of his cock pulsed up and down.

“Stroke it for me,” she said.

Peter’s hard cock was protruding from his crotch as he sat down in a wooden prop chair. He couldn’t take his eyes off Eve as he began to stroke it slowly. Eve felt her mouth suddenly go dry as she watched Peter tease his massive cock. She could feel her pussy getting damp as she watched his hand slide up and down the thick shaft.

Unconsciously, Eve’s hand moved up to caress her breast, her fingers running lightly over her hardened nipples. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and she could feel the thumping as she toyed with first one nipple, then the other. She licked her lips as she watched his hand stroke the hard cock. She wanted that monster in her mouth!

Eve’s eyes were focused on Peter’s cock as his hand continued to pump up and down. He groaned lightly as her gaze met his. Staring intently into his eyes, Eve smiled and ran her tongue over her full lips as she moved her hand back up and caressed her left tit cupping her hand under it and then fingering the stiff, hard nipple.

“Mmmm...” she purred, her fingers pulling gently on the hard bud. Eve was grinning wildly. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid out, running sensually over her lips.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” she asked, rhetorically.

“Pretty? I think you are fucking gorgeous, Eve!” he said, in more of a moan than a sentence.

She smiled and moved closer to him, “Well then ... what would you like me to do to you?” She licked her lips seductively as she spoke.

“Would Peter’s big cock like to be licked and sucked by my pretty little wet mouth ... or maybe his cock would like to bury itself deep into my hot pussy?” she teased.

Eve stifled a little moan as she saw his naked cock pulsing with lust. Eve bent down in front of him and she cupped both her breasts, thrusting them towards Peter as she squeezed them.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful...” moaned Peter.

“Yes, I know,” she replied. She leaned forward and pushing Peter’s hand off his cock, grasped the thick hot shaft and directed the swollen head to her cleavage. “Want to slide that big cock of yours up and down between my tits?” she purred. “You can tit-fuck me and cum on my face if you want ... or ... I can do this...” And she hefted up the massive organ towards her face and ran her velvet soft tongue around the very edge of the flared rim.

Keeping eye contact with Peter as she stood, she leant forward and straddled his lap, “Or you can fuck my sweet cunt,” she continued, guiding his shaft between her legs and rubbing the thick head against the soft wet lips of her pussy.

Peter’s eyes were locked on Eve’s. Her eyes had closed to lustful slits as she gave him his three choices. She smiled sensually and brought two fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly into her mouth and rolling her tongue over them. As Peter watched mesmerized, Eve moved the fingers in and out of her mouth, smiling around them as she made wet, sucking noises.

Peter’s cock throbbed with lust. He loved getting his cock sucked and he especially loved the dirty, nasty, sloppy blowjobs – the kind that only true sluts know how to give! He decided he’d fuck her some other time, and he’d opt for a filthy cocksucking if she was up for it.