Nikon Bob (Again)
by Isabella
This is a second Nikon Bob story, just because I love the idea of performing for the camera of a sexy Irish man!

Now there is something you don't see round here every day, flash car, international number plates and the third time it has driven past the house, it all added up to one thing, lost driver! I didn't usually get involved, I am the kind of woman who is incredibly shy, I chose to live in a village that was two miles off the main road just so that I didn't have to interact with strangers, fourth time he's passed, there is only one road into the village, once you get into the labyrinth of narrow streets with one cottage looking exactly like every other, it could take a while to find that one road leading back to civilisation.

Fifth time, the driver is looking very angry, no, frustrated, he's driving along looking at his watch rather than where he is going, I realise that the number plate is Irish, the seven series BMW is a little large for our narrow lanes and, sixth time passed, well he didn't quite make it to six times past, he's hit a large pot hole, only one hand on the steering wheel because he's trying to make a phone call on his cell phone. I could have told him that a cell phone wouldn't work down in the valley, but if he was higher up, he probably wouldn't have needed his cell phone, if he was higher up, he would have been on the road out of the village.

Well, what with the pot hole, the lack of concentration and driving one handed the large BMW 'jinked' to the left, that wouldn't have been a problem if the road had been a normal width road but as it was a village road at the end of the universe there wasn't any room for the car to jink into, no room at all, just the front of my car, which acted as an efficient break, even though the BMW had an engine the size of a John Deer 9430T, it only moved my car a few inches, then there was the huge cloud of steam as the German radiator split.

It was no good, I was going to have to go out and talk to the man, he was on his own in the car, he looked very large, and even more angry than he looked, sorry, frustrated, than he looked as he had been driving around the village. I pulled my cardigan closed, held it closed, I knew that it was my defence mechanism, my husband told me over and over again that I used my ugly, heavy cardigans as shields to keep the rest of the world at a distance.

The man took an age to get out of his car, his offside wing had been pushed back just a half an inch but that was all it took to close the gap with the driver's door, giving the door nowhere to go as he tried to open it. By the time he had forced the door open and climbed out from under the air-bag which I have to say, had deployed with spectacular efficiency. I was ten feet from him when he noticed me, my hands grasping each side of my cardigan, wrapping myself tightly in the comforting wool, hiding as much of myself as possible. "Is this your car?" His voice was thick, heavy Irish brogue, he didn't so much talk as sing, he had a rich baritone voice. I just nodded in answer to his question.

His phone was at the side of his head again, he had pressed the green button and was listening for a dialling tone, "It won't work here, there's no service in the valley!" Even to me my voice sounded weak and feeble, hollow somehow, definitely lacking compared to the richness of the strangers voice. I thought he had missed my comment as he was still huffing and puffing into his phone, he looked at the thing, stabbed a huge finger at the red button and then the green again before returning the phone to his ear. I thought that he was going to throw the phone on the drive, he moved his hand two or three times as if he was going too, before turning the power off and, with a resigned look on his face and a shrug of his shoulders he slipped his phone into his jacket pocket.

"Would you have a phone that I could use to call the breakdown company?" I was still standing ten feet away from the man, if he was in any way receptive he would have spotted that I was trying to keep as much distance between us as possible, I did have a phone, of course I did, so far from the rest of the planet you just had to have one, but it was inside my house, my home, my private space!

"Excuse me Miss, do you have a phone? I need to call the AA!" The man looked down at my car, "I'm going to have to call my office too, they'll have to talk to our insurance company about sorting your car out as well as mine. So, can I use your phone?"

I looked at my car, "You'll be lucky, the free rock concert finishes in less than an hour, the roads will be blocked for hours, it's the same every year!"

I guided the man through to my hall, the only phone in the house lived there, "Hi, Bob here, I'm not going to make my appointment, can you get Mr Underhill's number from my rolodex and tell him I've had an accident and will have to reschedule. . . Yes, an accident. . . " I walked through to the kitchen, my husband wouldn't be home tonight, he wouldn't even try, he knew that I hated to be alone at night but on the weekend of the rock concert, if he could he tried to stay home but if he had to go to work, he made sure that he had a B&B lined up in Milton Keynes so he didn't spend all night on the road in a twenty mile long traffic jam. I put the kettle on the range, it took ages to boil but then I, or should I say we, were in no hurry. I sat at the kitchen table, Bob walked in, "They'll ring me back when they have any information, you know, when the breakdown truck will be here!"

"Tea or coffee?"

"Tea please!"

Bob suddenly noticed the wall behind me; there were twenty landscapes, all various local points of interest that I had photographed over the years, "Good photographs, did you take them?" I nodded my head, "You're quite good, I'm a professional, I know a good photograph when I see one. Why aren't there any people in your photographs?"

"I don't take portraits; I don't really like to photograph people!"

Bob looked out of the window, "I'm surprised you actually see any people around here!"

"That's why I live round here, I don't really like people!"

"I'm sorry that I crashed into your life then!"

The phone rang, it broke a long silence that had developed between us, I picked it up, listened for a second and then handed the phone to Bob. He looked worried as he spoke on the phone. Bob was larger than life but as he talked on the phone he seemed to shrink, the colourful brogue in his voice strained, less the lilting Liffey and more the stagnant canal. The Rock concert and the traffic problems it caused had forced Bob to look for an alternative route to his appointment and now it was preventing the breakdown service from reaching him, the thing is, the kind of cars that the 'head bangers' and 'Hippies' used to get to out of the way concerts weren't what you would call mechanically sound, there were twenty-five broken down vans littering the countryside for miles around, not only requiring rescue but also blocking the narrow country lanes too, causing jams that stopped the breakdown services reaching them, a vicious circle, the worst thing was, well, another complication was, the AA sent their mechanic the vehicle details in order of their reporting in, not in the order that the mechanic would reach the breakdown. Confusion was definitely raining, to the point that there was no guarantee that Bob could be rescued at all today.

"I'm going to need to find a hotel or local B&B, they can't guarantee to get here at all tonight!"

I just laughed, "They estimated the concert had three hundred thousand people here for the weekend, not all of them were sleeping in their cars or tents, my husband had to book his hotel four months ago and he's twenty miles away!"

"I'd never use a hotel if I was only working twenty miles from home!"

I knew what Bob meant and it caused me to chuckle again, "Johnny has slept in his car at the roadside two years on the trot because the roads were too jammed to get home, he tries to organise things so that he can have the weekend off but if he can't, he just books a hotel!"

I made another drink for us both and Bob started to tell me about his work, he obviously thought that I was a kindred spirit as I was a keen photographer too. He had missed an appointment to photograph a model, a woman, a young, pretty, naked woman. Bob laughed out loud, "I have a gold key in the car, a huge thing, I'm supposed to photograph one of the country's top models, Naked with just the large golden key to hide herself behind. Gold Key Rescue, all the breakdown cover you'll ever need! If only they had started working over here already, I'd get preferential service from them to get me to the house!"

Bob had started to talk about the subject he loved and the music had returned to his voice, I could hear the Emerald, almost see the green fields of Ireland as he talked, I started to drift away slightly, I spent years without hearing another voice other than my husband's, I actively avoided people whenever I could but Bob, crashing into my life the way he had, being forced on me as it were, I wasn't running from him, in fact, quite the opposite, I had never met anyone so, well, the only term could be, 'larger than life' and I was melting into my seat as he explained his commission to me.

"Most agencies would have just taken a stock nude, in a studio, like a 'wham bang, thank you mam' sex act!" I blushed at Bob's reference to sex and as I blushed he smiled at my discomfort, "Then they would Photoshop in the Edwardian house and the Aston Martin, two hours in the studio and another on the computer all done and dusted for a grand but the agency that Gold Key Rescue engaged to handle things took me on and so far it has been a no expense spared operation, even getting me to come over here to use a genuine Edwardian manor house and, so I'm told, a brand new DB9 in the drive for me to drape the model over. Oh God, Amy will still be trying to get to the house!" Bob took over my phone again and was arranging for his office to try and head the model off, keep her in London until the shoot could be rearranged.

"You were right; Hotel Booking Services has confirmed that the closest hotel room available tonight is in Leicestershire, looks like I'm going to be spending the night in my car tonight!"

"You won't be very comfortable, I don't think your driver's door will close and the car isn't at a very good angle for sleeping in!" Our thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a hooter in the lane outside. There was a tractor behind Bob's car that couldn't get passed and another car behind that which was hooting because it couldn't pass. I looked, "Another lost soul, the Espace isn't from round here, like you, caught up in the concert traffic and lured into our village's spider's web of streets and lanes!"

The tractor had a twenty ton trailer on the back and there was no way of it being able to reverse around the lanes to get back to an alternative route to the farm, Bob helped the driver, Paul Kinch, the farm labourer, to unload a few bales of hay while I helped the Espace driver to reverse around the snaking lane and pointed out the only way out of the village, "Fucking hell, I've been past that turning five times already, sorry, I'm just so late!" I waved the driver off on his way, Bob and Paul stacked the hay bales to block off the lane either side of the blockage so that no one else would be trapped.

Bob had removed his jacket to lug the bales around and now he was standing there in what had been a pristine white cotton shirt, wet with sweat, trying to close his car's door, it was like an injured violin or double bass as it squeaked and groaned but steadfastly refused to close, "It's totally fucked!" Bob's head ducked into his shoulders as he realised that his exclamation had been audible to me, "Sorry love!" 'Love', 'Love', I got a shock, it wasn't that no one had ever called me love before, whenever you dip into Leicestershire loads of people called you love, just as Nottingham people called you 'me duck'. I had just never been called Love by someone quite like Bob, never with the richness and feeling of that accent!

Now there was a dilemma, I really was incredibly shy but I wasn't stupid. Bob couldn't sleep on my drive in his car, there was no way for Bob to get out of my village unless he walked out, there were no hotel rooms available in a twenty mile radius, I wanted to offer Bob a bed for the night, no, stupid, not my bed, my spare bed, in the guest bedroom. I know, I know, I've never had a guest stop before but I did have the room if ever I had one.

Bob took charge, "I don't suppose I could stop here could I? I can sleep on the sofa or even the floor!"

I jumped in a little too quickly with my response, "I have a spare, well, a guest room!" Bob smiled at my hasty reply; I could see on his face that he was reading me like a book.

Bob decided that while he was still hot and sweaty he would take his valuables out of his broken car, he made several trips back and forth while I watched, he brought his laptop in, opened it and started it loading up while he went back to the car to bring in his camera boxes and the rest of his belongings. I ran Bob a bath as he made several trips out to his car and back and while he used a piece of a fallen tree branch to try and push his cars door as tightly closed as possible. I watched the screen on Bob's laptop while he was checking through his large Aluminium camera case. The wallpaper was a nude, a very tasteful nude photograph but nude all the same, then I realised that it wasn't the first time that I had seen the photograph but when I had seen it the girl's breasts and lower body were covered with a huge bottle of perfume. There had been a hint, through the amber liquid, of the body hidden beyond, so I had seen some of Bob's work in the past.

Bob rummaged through his camera box, "Here it is, I knew I had it somewhere!" Bob was holding a coil of wire with a telephone plug on one end and a socket on the other, he went into the hall and unplugged my telephone and inserted his lead in the wall socket, then he uncoiled the wire out into the living room, there was plenty of wire left, the phone would probably reach all the way into the bedrooms, then Bob placed the phone on the coffee table in the middle of the room before taking his chair again.

Bob took out his Nikon camera body, I recognised the model instantly, a D3x, without a lens or battery it would cost around six thousand pounds, I was a keen photographer and would have loved to own something like that, Bob attached a battery pack and then opened another Aluminium camera box that was full of lenses, he took out a fifty millimetre lens, I owned a similar lens, I had thought I had been very extravagant when I had paid fifty pounds for the lens, the one that Bob was locking on to his camera had cost him ten times that amount.

It suddenly dawned on me that Bob was preparing his camera to take a photograph, and the only thing around that he could photograph was me. I broke the housebound Olympics record for the high jump from the seated position. I cleared the arm of the chair and was in the kitchen before Bob could get in his shot. Now, as any student of bio-mechanics will tell you, if you sit around on the couch all the time and suddenly expect seventy muscles to contract fully in a fraction of a second without warming them to the idea it causes pain! I didn't feel anything until I stopped running in the kitchen and the adrenalin flooding my system started to diminish and then there was such a stinging pain, all the way down the left hand side of my body, from just under my arm to my knee.

I was gasping for breath, from the sudden exertion but also from the pain in my side, I was doubled up over the sink when Bob caught up with me laughing, "Wow, what was that all about?"

"I thought that you were going to take my photograph!"

"Well I was going to, but I didn't think you'd mind, not with you being a keen photographer too!"

"I am a keen photographer but no people, never people, and especially never me!"

"You look in pain?"

"I am!"

"Want my advice?"

"What, on photography?"

"No, your pulled muscles!"

"What is it?"

"Aspirin, Paracetamol or Ibuprofen and a hot bath to sooth the muscles from the inside as well as the outside in!"

Bob made sense but it suddenly dawned on me that I had invited Bob to spend the night in my spare room without really thinking things through, things like the fact that the only bathroom in the house had no lock on the door, I needed something to ease the pain but it would mean being naked in the house with a total stranger. "I don't have anything like that!" I didn't really have much choice, I had to take a hot bath as I had no painkillers, so up I went to the bathroom. I had run a bath for Bob but hadn't put any cold water in it, I cooled it a little but left the water as hot as I could stand it and even though it was even more painful to climb over the side and into the bath, once in the bath the heat in the water started to ease the pain slightly.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and Bob walked in, "Sorry, I heard the water running and didn't think it would have been full enough for you to have got in the bath yet!" I was frozen to the spot, all I had was a face cloth to cover myself with and I didn't have the conscious ability to use it to hide any part of my body, "I found some painkillers in my car!"

Bob held up a glass of water and a packet of pills for me. Bob didn't seem the slightest bit concerned or interested in the fact that I was naked, I hadn't even put any bubbles in the water to hide anything from view. Eventually I came to my senses slightly, "Do you mind, I'm in the bath naked?"

"Not at all, I'm around naked woman all day long, I have to say that you look better than most though, more real and far more feminine than my usual 'size zero' models!"

I still wasn't doing anything to cover my totally naked body, as I took the glass of water and two little white pills from Bob. I can't say if it was the fact that I was still in shock at Bob walking into the bathroom without knocking, if it was that I was so turned on by the situation or what, but instead of hiding my modesty I took the two pills without even looking to see what type of pills they were. Bob was now sitting on the toilet which was behind my head so I couldn't actually see him, the thought crossed my mind, 'Is he actually using the toilet, I had heard the top cover lift off and hit the flush pipe from the overhead tank and realised that he was sitting on the toilet seat as if he was using it but here his trousers up or down?

Bob was talking to me, it didn't matter what he was saying, the words were totally unimportant, just his thick brogue, his lilting and lyrical accent, I was being hypnotised listening to his words but still trying to hear if there were any give-away signs that he was using the toilet while I was in the bath. I was starting to relax, the music in Bob's voice or the heat in the water or even the painkillers were making me drowsy, I just forgot all about the fact that I was still naked, still uncovered and Bob was still in the room with me. I jumped with shock when I felt Bob's hand on my shoulder, the fug of drowsiness lifted momentarily and Bob's words came back into focus, "You are still far too tense, neither the water nor the painkillers will work on their own you know!" Bob's hand was starting to massage my shoulder and slowly I started to relax again, a second hand joined the first, Bob had to be sitting sideways on to the toilet now which meant he was looking over the top of my head and down over my naked body.

I lost track of time as Bob massaged my shoulders, I didn't resist him as he pushed my body forward and began to massage further down my back, I didn't even worry when his fingers turned around my sides and touched the sides of my breasts. Bob moved his attention to my lower back, massaging the soft tissue that had been the most painful after my jump over the arm of the seat I was sitting in. He pressed a little harder as his fingers dug into the muscles either side of my spine, the muscle pain was disappearing but the pressure on my back was sliding my bum down the length of the bath, I could have stopped myself by just tensing my knee muscles but I didn't.

Bob must have been over reaching himself because one hand left my body to steady himself. All the time that Bob was massaging my muscles he was massaging my ego and mind with his words, from time to time I made out phrases that he was saying, phrases like "You are so real!" "You are so beautiful!" "Your skin is so soft!" Then there was movement behind me, and another phrase hit me hard. "I need a bath too before the water get's too cold!" I was about to reach for the towel to dry myself off and let Bob have my water, it was after all the country and when you use a solid fuel range to heat your water you tend not to waste it.

Bob's remaining hand left my lower back and pressed down on top of my shoulder, there was a flurry of movement and suddenly Bob was in the water with me, sitting behind me with his legs and feet suddenly passing either side of my hips. I tried to jump again when I realised that Bob was naked and in the water with me but as I lifted myself out of the water Bob caught hold of my hips and dragged me backwards, his legs closed under my bottom and suddenly I was sitting on Bob's lap, totally out of the water now.

I realised that I was actually sitting on top of Bob's cock, I could feel the size of it under my buttocks but strangely it didn't feel hard, it seemed to be one and a half times the size of my husband's cock when my husband's cock was fully hard but Bob's cock was still flaccid. Perhaps it was my imagination, the size thing, after all, there are very few sensory cells in the average bottom, I couldn't see his cock so it could just have been my imagination that Bob's cock was so huge, what wasn't in my imagination was the fact that Bob was now soaping his hands and mixing massaging my sides with washing my body.

I had assumed that Bob would want to wash my breasts and also that as soon as his hands came close I would stop him but as it turned out I was wrong, not that Bob would want to wash my breasts but that I would stop him. Instead of stopping him, I sat almost motionlessly as Bob washed and massaged my tits, the only movement I made was that I allowed my head to fall back slightly onto Bob's shoulder and my hips moved slightly. As soon as I realised that I was mashing my bottom against Bob's cock I tried desperately to stop myself but found it impossible.

As I relaxed into Bob's massaging hands and the feeling I was generating against my bum and labia from rubbing myself against Bob's lower body I started to try and remember the last time I had fucked with my husband, it had been longer than I would have said if asked and I realised that when we had last fucked it had been at my instigation, I had made it look like it had been my husband, he was asleep and I rubbed his cock with my hand until I woke his cock up and then I pushed my bottom against him as he woke up and pretended that I was sleeping, so my husband woke up with his cock pressing against my pussy from behind and he was stiff as a steel rod, I lifted one leg slightly to facilitate his access and the rest was history, as I pretended to wake up my husband was buried deep inside my cunt.

Bob's cock was starting to move as it inflated with blood, even though my full weight was pressing down on it, it still managed to move under my bottom without my weight being lifted off of it. Bob kept massaging my left breast with his left hand and his right hand began soaping my belly, soaping, washing and then moving a little lower. As his right hand got closer to my hairy triangle his cock got closer o my cunt, it felt like it was rolling itself out and now his cockhead was slipping towards my opening.

Ten percent of me wanted to run into my bedroom and lock the door, ninety percent of me wanted to reach down between my legs and aim Bob's thick cock at my body's opening and help it inside of me. I couldn't do that of course, not for any other reason than Bob already had his hand there, rubbing soap suds into my hairy mound and letting his finger tip brush over my clit. His finger tips brushed my button a half dozen times and I was on the edge of a climax, I was starting to feel desperate to get my orgasm under way but Bob was still soaping my body and I couldn't get my pussy lined up properly to get his cock inside me so I changed position, I opened my legs and with a little bit of a wiggle I managed to get onto my knees, I lifted my body and tried to line myself up with Bob's cock, just as I felt his cockhead enter me Bob slapped my bottom, "Time to get out, the water's too cold now!"

I was lifted off of Bob's cock and as I spun around in amazement Bob was standing in front of me, his cock pointing straight at my face, straight at my mouth, I didn't do things like that, hadn't done anything like that before, is that what Bob wanted, my mouth to open and me to lean forward and slip my lips over his glistening cockhead? No! Bob stepped over the side of the bath and took my towel and placed it over my shoulders and then he helped me out of the bath. Bob ferreted about in the airing cupboard and took out another towel which he wrapped around himself. I felt so disappointed that I hadn't been fucked or even been given an orgasm, it felt like the bottom had fallen out of my world, why had he got naked with me and climbed into my bath if he didn't want to fuck me.

My husband would never get that close to me while naked without fucking me and, while he was mainly interested in his own orgasm when we fucked, he usually gave me enough pleasure along the way to take the edge off of my frustration. I was led down the stairs and Bob sat me in the chair that I had leaped out of about ninety minutes earlier. I sat, swaddled in the huge white bath towel while Bob made us both a cup of coffee, I sat staring at the camera that started the whole thing off, sitting there on top of the aluminium case, with the lens, camera body and battery pack, the whole thing was worth around seven thousand pounds, the box of attachments at the side of the camera was probably worth even more. The light glinting off of the UV filter attached to the front of the lens looked like a smile, the camera appeared to be mocking me, the camera knew what was dawning on me, I was so desperate to be fucked, not loved, my husband loved me, I knew that but when he loved me it was lacking and I had just been face to face, as it were, with what my husband was lacking and it was a hell of a monster.

We sat in silence drinking coffee, me wrapped in my white towel and Bob in the royal blue, from time to time Bob fiddled with one piece of his equipment or another, he took a reading with his light meter, he attached the flashgun mount to the bottom of the battery pack and mounted the flashgun. A light diffuser hood was fitted over the flash head and settings dialled into the back of the flashgun. I sat finishing my coffee as Bob set the aperture and shutter speed before lifting the camera to his eye and took a photograph of me draining the last of the coffee from my cup.

I didn't move, Bob had seen me naked so taking a photograph of me didn't seem half as bad as it had seemed an hour and a half earlier. Bob looked at the display on the back of the camera, then he tilted the head of the flashgun upwards and took another shot of me, this time without the cup covering most of my face, he checked the result again, he was happier with the result after bouncing the light from the flashgun off of my white ceiling.

Bob finished his coffee, then he opened his towel, flicking the edges of it over the arms of the chair he was sitting in, he didn't have the body beautiful, he was a slightly heavy man, not fat, he was tall and very fit looking but, like me, he didn't go over the top in the gym or anything, he didn't have a washboard stomach but he didn't have a spare tyre either, just a normal man's body, well, normal until my eyes fell to Bob's lap, there was a coil of flesh, Bob's sleeping cock was coiled up between his legs, Bob took his cock in both hands, now I'm a country girl, I know the average man's hand in supposed to be four and a half inches wide, so when Bob took his cock in both fists and there was still a little sleeping cock showing beyond his fist, I knew that it had to be almost ten inches long, that was if Bob had an average man's hand, but he didn't, Bob's hands were wider still.

Bob massaged his cock without shame or shyness, using both hands to fist himself to full hardness, then as he fixed my eyes with his, he took one hand away, grasped his cock at its base and drew his fist right up to his cockhead where a huge quantity of pre-cum oozed out of his cock, Bob collected it all in the palm of his free hand, then as his fist retreated back down to his balls, he began to massage his pre-cum into his cockhead and all over the top five inches of his manhood.

Bob was using one fist to masturbate the five or six inches of his cock that was closest to his balls with slow up and down movements while he rubbed his other hand in circles around his cock head. I sat there totally transfixed by the size of Bob's cock; I wanted to feel it, certainly with my hands but definitely inside of my cunt too. I had never been entertained like that by a man masturbating himself in front of me, I wasn't sure that I liked the idea of it, if one of my girl friends had told me that she had done something like that with a man I would have thought it very tacky indeed but here, sitting in my own living room with a total stranger, naked in front of me stroking his massive cock like that was a huge turn on.

He was just using one hand now, fisting his cock slowly from balls to head, each pass made more lubricant run from his cock like a stream running down the back of his knuckles and onward to cover his balls. The silence of the room was broken by an almost whisper from Bob, "Open your towel, let me look at you!" The deep Irish accent was still there but the musical lilt was gone, a husky whisper, full of pent up emotion, the smile in his eyes that had been there from the moment I first saw Bob was also gone, Bob was deadly serious, my Id told me to say no but my ego told me that Bob was too serious to refuse, just looking at him I knew that if I said no it would be 'play time over'. Now, deep down I wasn't sure that I actually wanted to commit adultery for the first time in my life but I was really sure that if I missed out on the chance to feel that Irish monster eating its way into my womb then I was going to regret it for the rest of my life. "Open your towel and show me your body, NOW!"

I could sense that Bob was at the edge of his patience with me, he was used to dealing with women who take their clothes off at the drop of a hat, well, at least at the drop of a few pounds, and from what you read in Cosmo and magazines like that, even top models are willing to sleep with a good photographer as they believe that it will encourage him to do a better job on their photographs. I hadn't said no but I had waited too long and I could see that Bob was losing interest in me, my subconscious took over and guided my hands to the outer edges of my towel and flicked it open just as Bob had done earlier with his own towel.

As soon as my body was on display, Bob reached forward and picked up his camera, I was panicking inside, I felt the heat in my face as it turned as red as a boiled lobster, the light from the flashgun made me jump, if I was planning on hiding my body from the camera lens I was much too late, the damage was done. Now, there is something to be said for leaping that first hurdle, as soon as the brilliance of that first flash began to fade on my eyes I had already begun to calm down, I could feel the heat in my face dissipate as a second flash illuminated the room and my body but I didn't mind half as much as the first picture that Bob took.

Bob masturbated himself lazily as he took several more pictures of me sitting naked in my seat, I doubted that the pictures would be particularly good, not with Bob holding the camera one handed while jerking himself off with the other but I was settling down, I had totally relaxed into having my photograph taken, then, "Use one hand to lift the weight of your breast!" My right hand moved under its own instinct, or rather under Bob's instruction, I cupped my right breast and lifted it slightly, there were ten flashes in quick succession, the only thing that entered my head was that if I had tried that with my camera there would have been one photograph lit correctly out of three attempts as my flashgun didn't have such a high recycle rate.

"Try to lick your own nipple!" I lifted my breast higher and bent my head forward, I wasn't big enough to actually be able to lick my own nipple, I almost laughed as I wondered if there were women out there who actually did this kind of thing for themselves, for their own pleasure. If I had tried I would have known that I couldn't do it, "Look into the lens as you try to lick it!"

"There's no way I can reach it!"

"Don't talk, it doesn't matter if you can actually do it, just try as hard as you can, try and make your tongue pointy at the tip but keep looking into the lens!"

The ridiculousness of it all lightened my spirit; I had forgotten the fact that Bob was photographing me every three seconds, "Play with both breasts!" I stopped trying to lick and used both hands to lift and palpate my breasts. "Open your legs!" There wasn't a seconds hesitation, my knees parted, "Wider!" My knees hit the arms of the chair on both sides, if I had actually thought about things I would have realised that I was looking like some kind of tramp but in my mind's eye I was one of Bob's 'Size Zero' models, tall, slim and glamorous, hair coffered just so and immaculate makeup, not just a frumpy housewife, pink all over from an overly hot bath and hair hanging down in 'Rat's Tails'.

"Wider, and keep looking at the lens!" Easy for him to say, I was trying to concentrate on the camera lens but it was very hard as the true object of my interest was his huge cock, still being stroked slowly from balls to head. "Wider!"

"I can't open them wider!" I banged my knees into the arms of the chair by way of explanation. "Put your knees over the arms!"

Now that took me a second to process, my movement wasn't as instant as it had been but eventually I did, now I was wide open, I looked down between my own legs, I was glistening, my labia were all puffed up and a bright coral pink and I could clearly see the inner lubrication leaking out of me, it was a good thing that I was sitting on a towel.

"Look up, look at the camera!" I was almost blinded by a barrage of flashes, so fast that I couldn't possibly count them, "Do you have a brush?" I was looking at the camera. It wasn't pointing anywhere near to my face so why did he want me to brush my hair? I looked over my shoulder, there was a hairbrush on the sideboard, I didn't usually keep it there, I had brushed my hair earlier and decided that the brush needed cleaning out and as it was a messy process, I always did it in the garden and left the straggle of hair on the side of the garden for the birds to use. I started to move to get the brush, "Stop, keep in that pose, I'll get it!" Bob had noticed where I had been looking, he jumped up, God, as he stood, his cock looked even more impressive. As he moved his cock swung from side to side like a massive pendulum, the brush was passed to me and I was looking directly at Bob's cock, I should have moved faster when I was in the bath, if I had just leaned into him and took his cock in my mouth earlier we might just be in my bed right now, fucking, instead of fucking about with me posing for his camera.

Unfortunately, the position I was in, with one knee over each arm of the chair I couldn't rectify things now and get my mouth to Bob's cockhead. I took the brush and as Bob sat back on his towel I moved the brush to my head and was about to drag it through the tangled rat's tails, "STOP! No, I don't want you to brush that hair!" I stopped with a jump, what could Bob mean, then I realised that Bob had his camera pointing at my cunt again, I looked down, my pubic hair was a tangled mess, I had long straggly ginger hair hiding my pubic mound but it didn't hide my swollen lower lips. I was very confused but I began to run the brush through my wild triangle, "Your cunt would look so much better if it were close trimmed or even completely shaven!" 'Yeh Right' I thought to myself, my husband would love that, I suddenly felt very guilty, that was the first time I had thought about what my husband would think of my actions since Bob arrived, what the hell was I doing, sitting there, salivating over a strangers cock, well, not actually over it, but you know what I mean.

I was considering cutting my losses, taking myself to bed, on my own, using my own fingers to try and rid myself of the incredible itch that had developed between my thighs. "Turn the brush around and use the handle!"

Bob had been taking a constant string of photographs as I straightened every strand of hair between my legs, "What?"

"Turn the brush around, use the handle to masturbate yourself and keep looking at the camera, your head is casting shadows. And stop questioning my wishes, just do it for me, you make me happy now and I'll make you very happy in a few minutes time!"

I didn't hesitate, for the first time in my life I was about to masturbate myself while being watched, worse, watched and photographed! I had only ever used my fingers in the past to masturbate, don't get me wrong, it wasn't an everyday occurrence, I could count the number of times I had masturbated on my fingers. As the thick handle of the brush entered my cunt I imagined that it was Bob's cock instead, I was lit up in a second, inside by my passion, outside by the machine gun rapidity of Bob's photographs and flashes. I think that Bob may have been taking photographs faster than even his expensive flashgun could recycle.

I wasn't looking into the camera lens anymore but Bob wasn't complaining, my head was back, my mouth wide open and I was gasping for air as I brought myself off to the most powerful orgasm I had ever given myself, to be honest, I doubt if I had ever climaxed that hard even while being fucked before. The flashing had stopped momentarily but I didn't care, I was in my stride and going for gold!

Suddenly a hand wrapped around mine and Bob took over the pace with the hairbrush handle, he increased the speed that it went in and out and he also introduced slight rotation so that the different ridges moulded into the handle made contact with different parts of my inner body. Eventually I let go of the brush and let Bob take over completely, I needed both hands after all to grip tightly onto the towel I was sitting on to prevent my climax carrying me away totally, when I opened my eyes momentarily I saw that Bob no longer had his expensive Nikon D3x, he was holding a much cheaper Nikon palmcorder and was using it to film me bucking up and down as my body was wracked with ever increasing orgasmic spasms.

Bob pulled the brush all the way out of me, then he pushed it rapidly in again, "You have a coil in?"

"What?" I gasped.

"An IUD, you know, birth control, a wire loop, inside your womb!" The brush was so far in me that the bristles were scratching the inside of my pussy. If the handle hadn't hit the roof of my vagina I think Bob would have been trying to get his fist inside of me as well as the hairbrush.

"Erm! No, I don't use any birth control at all!"

"How many kids do you have?"

"None!"

"How come?"

"My husband doesn't want children!"

"So, what is it, you guys just don't fuck each other or what?"

"He uses condoms during my fertile time!"

"I do hope to Christ that you don't expect me to use a condom darling, it's against my religion and they don't seem to last two minutes when they are stretched over my cock!" Bob pulled the brush back out and pushed it in again rapidly, hard, it was as if he was trying to get the brush past the roof of my vaginal cavity.

Then it dawned on me, why did he ask if I had an IUD fitted, why didn't he just ask if I was on birth control, there was a sting of pain followed by another wave of orgasmic pleasure. Bob was pushing the brush up me harder still and rotating it a half turn in each direction. As the wave of pleasure passed, the thought hit me again, "Why did you ask if I had an IUD inside?" Bob pulled the brush out again; there was a sticky mass about an inch along the bristles as well as white foaming girl cum from the tip of the handle to the mass on the bristles. Considering I had cleaned that brush totally just a few hours earlier it proved that I had taken the entire length of the handle and an inch of the bristles inside of me.

Bob held the brush against his cock, the wet mark on the bristles was less than half way along Bob's cock, "Sometimes, if I get carried away, I get all of this inside, if the girl had an IUD it can be dangerous for both of us!"

I gasped at the thought of it, if Bob could get all of his length into a woman that would mean that he had to have inverted her cervix and actually fucked up into the woman's womb, that was both terrifying as well as exciting to think about. Bob squatted down, then dropped on to his knees, one hand still holding the palmcorder while the other took his cock, he rubbed the head of his cock around my pussy lips, I was looking down again, watching as Bob ploughed his cockhead through my pussy lips, "You're blocking the light again!"

'Fuck the light!' I thought to myself, if I was going to get fucked I wanted to see it firsthand. I realised that, fully erect, Bob's cock was at least twice as thick as my husbands and it had to be close to eleven inches long!"

As Bob lined his cock up, having deposited as much of his pre-cum around both sides of my cunt lips and picking up as much of my own lubricant on his cockhead he pushed forward slowly. The combination of leather seat cushion and bath towel under my bottom meant that instead of filling my cunt with his rod, Bob pushed me up the seat. I started to panic slightly, what if he couldn't actually get in me, there was no way I could have been more ready, more prepared, more wet than I was at that moment and he still couldn't get it in me.

Bob relaxed back and I slipped back down the seat, Bob pushed forward again, this time I was taking no chances, I let my grip on the towel go and grasped the arms of the chair to try and hold myself in position. Bob pushed harder, his cock bent slightly in the middle and his cockhead slipped upwards, crashing past my clitoris as it went, firing me into an instant climax again. Bob aimed his cock again, he repositioned his fist to try and take the bend out of his cock, he pushed again and I cried out in pain but his cock was still outside my body, then Bob made a sudden move, he thrust his hips hard and I heard a 'Pop!' Above the sound of my scream.

There was just one inch of Bob's cock in my cunt, the corona had only just managed to enter me and I was panting like I was giving birth, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt in my life before but then, so was the pleasure, I was actually orgasming through the pain and with no other stimulation than the visual and the pain. Bob pushed again and I watched a quarter of an inch more cock grind into me and I gasped again, then disaster struck, the phone rang!

Bob managed to reach the phone while he was still an inch and a quarter inside of me. I was still gasping through my orgasm while Bob was talking on the phone, the call had distracted him slightly and his cock started to deflate, not soften, but shrink slightly, less thick. I took the opportunity to fuck Bob while he was distracted, I humped my body against him and managed to get another inch of his cock in me, Bob was kneeling perfectly still and I was bouncing up and down like a puppet on a string. I couldn't believe that I was actually fucking a man, a stranger, in my living room and while he was chatting on the phone, I didn't even care that the person on the other end of the phone would be able to hear every gasp and whimper as I gave myself a string of climaxes.

"That was the breakdown guy, he's at the end of the road leading to the village, he's got a people carrier on the back and six hippies in the cab, so he can take my car on a suspended tow but not me, so it looks like I'm going to have to stop the night here!" I smiled inside and then I got to work again trying to get another inch of Irish cock in me. Bob took over fucking me, he managed to get five inches of his cock in me before it fully inflated again and jammed up inside of me, I measured my hairbrush mentally, five inches was about my maximum depth, even if Bob's cock was thinner it wouldn't be able to get any further in me.

"We should get dressed; the guy with the breakdown truck could be here any minute!"

Bob was about to pull his cock out of me but I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my heels in to try and Keep him in me for as long as possible, "He won't get near because of the straw bales blocking the road!"

Bob smiled down at me and put the palmcorder down on the coffee table next to the phone, he placed it carefully so that it was still filming as much of the action as possible and then he started to fuck me in earnest. I was out of my mind with the pleasure and pain of it all as Bob tried to force his cock ever deeper into my body. Time stood still for me as Bob pleasured me, he didn't seem to be particularly interested in climaxing himself, just in trying to get his cock deeper into me and deeper still.

There was a knock on the living room window, my eyes shot open, I turned my head and there was a man, standing in my front garden looking through my front window, a stranger, a stranger and Paul Kinch the farm labourer. Both men were standing there getting a good eyeful of me being fucked by a man that both men, well, certainly Paul, knew wasn't my husband. I was a very private woman, I hated to be looked at usually. I avoided strangers whenever possible but here I was, one naked stranger buried five inches deep in my body, while I was totally naked and two other men were watching me, Bob just pulled his cock out of me slowly and I screamed out in pain again and again I fired off into another galaxy of climaxes. I thought that the breakdown man and Paul would have averted their eyes when they saw what Bob and I were doing in the living room but they didn't, both men were making the most out of watching my naked body, both men nodded their heads towards Bob when they saw just how huge his cock was, a kind of congratulations or admiration of his huge manhood.

Bob wrapped his towel around his body and walked towards the front door, today had been one long string of surprises for me, I thought as soon as Bob pulled his cock out of my cunt that I would have taken my legs down from over the arms of the seat and wrapped myself in my towel to hide my body from the two men watching me through the window but I didn't, I just lay there, still as a corps apart from the movement of my breasts as I was still gasping from the chain of orgasms that I had travelled through. Even when Bob joined the men at the window outside they didn't seem to be in any hurry to move away, the three men just stood there chatting as they watched me climb down from heaven. I was on display and for the first time in my life I didn't care one bit that the three men were looking at me through the window. .

Eventually my audience moved away from the window, I moved my legs down, there was such pain in my hips that I couldn't believe it, they had been stretched out of their normal position for so long that they now complained about being moved back into what should have been a comfortable position. I wrapped the towel around myself and went to the front door. Bob's car had been pushed by the mechanic away from my car and for the first time the damage to my car could actually be seen. I hobbled down my drive, bare foot, to look at the front of my car; I was in the street, totally naked apart from the bath towel. As I bent down to look at my car I realised that I was the centre of attention, not just from the three men who had been looking at me naked through the window but six hippy guys in the cab of the breakdown truck as well as the few neighbours who had their summer evening disturbed by the sound of the breakdown truck in the street.

There was a discussion about my car, I wasn't actually in the AA or any other breakdown service, there would have to be contact between Bob's insurance company and mine before anything could be done about my car. Eventually Bob's car had its front wheels lifted off of the road and a light board hung from the rear bumper so that the tail, break and indicator lights would work from the tow truck. Paul Kinch and Bob were talking in depth while the breakdown truck driver was finishing off strapping the front wheels of the BMW down to the towing boom.

Bob had a wicked smile on his face as did Paul Kinch; Bob wasn't dressed to help Paul to pick up the straw bales that had been used to block the road off so I couldn't see what Paul was so happy at the prospect of loading all the straw by himself. Bob asked me to explain to the breakdown truck driver exactly how to get out of the village, with one very large car on the back and an expensive saloon hanging off the back the driver didn't want to have to make too many fancy manoeuvres to get out of the village. Paul followed the breakdown truck in his tractor, heading off to the farm to drop it all off. Bob and I both returned to the living room and to my place on my towel on my seat for Bob to pick up where he left off.

Bob asked me to make a large pot of coffee, he connected the fly lead from his laptop to his Nikon D3x and started to download the images from the camera into his laptop while I huffed and puffed around the kitchen making coffee instead of getting the fucking of my lifetime, which would have been my preferred activity at that precise moment! I sat and watched as two thousand photographs of me transferred slowly from camera to laptop, then, when the whole thing had finished and I thought that I might just get back to being fucked again, Bob disconnected the camera and hooked up his palmcorder and started to download the video he had taken. I was beginning to feel deeply frustrated by the whole thing.

The living room door opened and Pail Kinch walked in, Bob must have left the front door open for him, Bob was setting the palmcorder up on a tripod, both men smiled at each other and then Paul looked hungrily in my direction, Paul almost licked his lips as he spoke, "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I watched Johnny carry you over the threshold on the day of your wedding but I never thought I'd see you like this, can I fuck you?"

Bob said, "Don't ask, if you want something you just take it, if she don't put up a fight, then you have fun, if she does, what have you lost!"

Paul stepped forward and pulled at the edge of the towel, my hand fired into place to stop Paul from pulling the towel off of my body.

"And if she doesn't allow you to fuck her then I can't see how I'll be able to fuck her after!"

Bob had suddenly set new rules, if I stopped Paul, then he wouldn't take up from where he had left off earlier. I allowed Paul to pull the towel from my body; I stood there totally naked in front of Paul kinch and Bob. Paul wasn't exactly a friend of my husband. Johnny hadn't after all invited him to our wedding when it seemed to me like most of the village had been there. Bob took several pictures of me just standing there in front of Paul with my hands at my sides. "Can I?"

Bob cut Paul short, "Just do exactly what you want to do to her!"

Paul's hands came up and started to fondle my breasts, Bob fired off several more photographs. "You should close the curtains; I noticed the flashes earlier, that's why I watched you guys through the window while she was playing with her hairbrush. The other neighbours might become suspicious like I was!"

Well, that explained why Paul kinch was around when the breakdown truck arrived and how the driver knew to come from the other direction.

Bob made me undress Paul, I had to do it slowly and as Paul was finally naked, after a lot of kissing and rubbing from Paul all over my body Bob stopped us, his memory was full and he needed to download the camera again, this time it was three thousand two point four mega pixel photographs, the camera had a huge memory, I looked out of the window as Bob and Paul watched the photographs stream into the laptop. I looked out of the window and from the light level I assumed that it was close to ten o'clock, Johnny usually phoned around ten, that was if he was finished with his work, he seldom phoned after ten as he would assume that I would be in bed. I was reflecting on the evening so far, all the touching, the nakedness and everything, including when Bob had five inches of his Irish Pork Sword buried deep in me, none of that had made me feel as guilty as I had felt while Paul was kissing me on the lips. And now, Paul was totally naked, his cock looked like a schoolboys as he stood at the side of Bob, Paul must have been the same size as Johnny, now I could compare the two and wow, forget all the guilt, there was a chance of me getting fucked by Bob, I'd put up with anything else.

Bob positioned me on the seat, then explained how he wanted Paul to do me, all very clinical, very matter of fact, an everyday occurrence as it were. As Paul's cock finally invaded my body the bloody phone rang again, Johnny this time, fortunately I had stopped Bob from answering the phone, Bob carried on photographing Paul and I as I talked to my husband on the phone, an occasional gasp as Paul hit the right spot, Bob didn't care that I had the phone in my hand, he was concentrating on close up pictures of Paul's cock sliding in and out of my cunt slowly. I had to mention that the car had been dinked on the drive, I didn't mention Paul or Bob though, I just wanted the conversation to be over before I let a gasp of climactic pleasure out and tipped my husband off to my wrongdoing.

As soon as I hung up the phone Paul let fly like a steam train, there was no way I could keep quiet now, I was almost baying at the moon I was having such a powerful chain of climaxes. For about ten seconds I was concerned about where I was in my reproductive cycle but as my nails started to rake across Pauls back and my heels dug into Paul's bottom, I started to try in get Paul to fuck me ever harder and ever faster. I was getting the seeing too of my life and I definitely wanted more. I was playing to Bob and his camera, I knew that but Paul was too, Paul was delivering a virtuoso fucking performance with me and I was loving it.

Both Bob and I knew that Paul was nearing his climax, he had thrown his head back and was bellowing like a wounded bull as his orgasm closed in on him. I felt the warmth flow inside of me as Paul spilt his seed into me. I felt three shots flood through my body before Paul signalled verbally that he was climaxing. There was a flurry of activity as Bob pushed Paul away from me and passed over the camera, Bob used both hands to offer his cock head to my vagina, this time there was no resistance; my cunt was well fucked and extremely well lubricated with Paul's spunk. The first five inches of Bob's cock slipped effortlessly into my body, Bob fucked me for ten minutes, I had mind-blowing orgasm on top of mind blowing orgasm and then Bob got bored with fucking me with just the last five inches of his cock.

I only wish that Paul had gotten bored too, the camera was in my face, flashing away ten to the dozen and all the time he was running through a constant mantra, "God you're fucking fantastic!" "Jesus, this is so fucking horny!" There were a few other phrases mixed in there too but the verbalising was getting monotonous.

Bob started pushing hard on his inward thrusts, harder and slower, "I love to hear a woman screaming her lungs out with the pain and pleasure of sex!" Bob let slip out, he tried several times to get his cock a little deeper into my cunt, the pain was certainly coming in stronger but the pleasure was still mind-blowing. Bob used his forearms to lift under my knees and double me over, then he raised himself up slightly and began pressing down into my body, harder and harder.

"Change of tack I think!" Bob pulled his hips back a little and was rotating his hips slightly; he seemed to be feeling around inside my body with the tip of his monstrous cock. Then I felt it too, the tip of his cock lined up with the opening in the centre of my cervix and as soon as Bob felt that he pushed down again with a hard, sharp, rapid movement, there was pain, then a lot more pain as the tip of Bob's cock slipped off of my cervix and crashed full sped against the roof of my vagina. Bob repeated the act six or seven times with similar results, well I certainly was screaming out at the top of my lungs now, pain replacing pleasure more and more.

I could see from the look on Bob's face that he was losing interest or patience with my body's inability to pleas him, the fact that I was still there, still willing to let him try again was the only thing that kept him there inside me, suddenly there was a pain like no other I had ever felt in my life and Bob slipped forward, I looked down, there was only four inched of Bob's cock outside my body. Bob had managed to force the cone of my cervix up inside of my womb, I was inverted and now Bob was pressing home his advantage, jerking his hips forward slightly, being extra careful not to allow my muscles to push him back out. Paul's mantra had changed mainly to, "Fucking hell, fucking hell, fucking hell!" Over and over again.

I didn't scream for long, I saw the colour in the room start to drain to grey, I was only glad that I saw Bob's balls nestling against my ginger pubic hair before I finally passed out through over exertion, pain and pleasure. As I came round Bob was still there, he had remained motionless, holding his cock buried, ball deep, in my cunt until I came back and the room came back into focus. Just as it had done earlier, Bob's cock had deflated slightly during inactivity, it was still hard, still just as long but it was slightly thinner. Paul was holding the palmcorder now, in close and filming, waiting for Bob to start fucking all over again.

Bob started to fuck me in earnest, his cock, now slightly thinner didn't hurt so much, but the pleasure almost tipped me over the edge again, I even felt every millimetre of Bob's cocks growing thickness but as it was growing slowly it didn't hurt as much as when Bob first inverted my cervix. I didn't count them but Bob took me through several thousand orgasms before he finally filled my body cavity totally. Bob held himself still, fully buried inside of me; I felt every droplet of Bob's sperm as it fired out of him.

"I need to get you up to the bathroom before I fall out of you, trust me, I've done this a dozen times or more and it's extremely messy every time. Bob allowed my legs to fall back, unfold as it were, then he wrapped his arms around my back and got me to cling on around his neck, then he stood up, easily taking my weight between his arms and his cock. As he carried me up the stairs to the bathroom Paul was just a step behind us, I wasn't held over the toilet as I had expected, but over the bath, Paul holding the video camera on the bottom of the bath pointing up at the junction between Bob's cock and my cunt. I felt a huge muscle spasm in my abdomen and Bob's cock was expelled rapidly from my body, then there was a cascade of blood and spunk as my womb cleared its self, the deluge was so fierce and free flowing that Paul almost ruined Bob's palmcorder under a flood of blood and spunk.

My lower body was wrapped in the blue towel that Bob had used earlier and I was carried into my bedroom and put into bed; the towel was tied at the corners so that it resembled a huge nappy. Paul went home and Bob cleaned up the bathroom and sat for several hours at his laptop as he worked his way through the thousands of photographs he had taken of me and the videos too.

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