The Photographer III

The Photographer III

Dillon called Tanya from the studio. She sounded pleased to hear from him, and suggested they meet for dinner. Dillon agreed, informing her she should decide on a restaurant. It took her no time at all, and Dillon scribbled down the name of the restaurant on a scrap of paper from his desk. He would meet her there in an hour, he told her.
Dillon had a date with Tanya, he told the girls in the cab, as they snuggled up to him. He was meeting her at a restaurant soon, he said.
“Oh Dillon,” Masha said, sounding impressed. “She’s expensive!” Ana added that one could buy a car for what men paid for time with her.
“And she is very nice, Dillon,” Ana said approvingly. “She hardly ever works. Where are you taking her? Straight to bed?” Hardly Dillon thought, recalling how his penis had remained flaccid during and after the cock-cleaning tonguing the young nymph had given him following her ass drilling. She had cleaned it very well, only moments before. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, showing it to the girls. They glanced at the paper, not recognizing the alphabet it was written in. He tried his best to pronounce the name of the restaurant, recalling Tanya giving the name to him over the phone. The girls cooed and agreed it was a very nice restaurant.
“Did you make reservations?” Masha asked Dillon. He shook his head. Soon Masha was on her phone speaking to Mikhail, explaining Dillon’s lack of foresight and planning.
“See if you can get them a table on the river, Daddy, please!” Masha said into the phone. She looked pleased with herself when she returned her phone to her bag. “Mikhail will get you a table, Dillon, and probably the best on the patio.” Dillon was appreciative, though he began to grow concerned he wasn’t dressed appropriately. He looked down at himself, sighing. Ana giggled, and leaned forward, quickly giving their driver directions to a men’s clothing store. Soon, Dillon was producing his credit card to a clothing clerk at a stylish men’s clothing store. Masha and Ana looked at him approvingly.
“You are a very handsome American,” they said as they climbed back into the waiting cab. Not much later, the driver pulled down a long driveway, and stopped at a guarded security gate. The girls squealed happy acknowledgments to the lethal looking guard, who smiled and waved the cab through. Dillon took in Mikhail’s large estate, his eyes wandering over the vast property with awe. Soon, the taxi stopped in front of a large, old-style chateau mansion. Kissing both girls good night, Dillon promised to meet them at the studio the next morning.
The cab ride to the restaurant was quite. Dillon, suddenly lonely, reflected on his day. Professionally, it had been a huge success, he suspected. Personally, it had been shocking. He was surprised how well he had handled his encounter with Masha, recalling how the hot looking youngster had given him memorable hand-job while telling him that remarkable erotic story. As Dillon gazed out of his window, admiring the gorgeous Kiev, the city falling dark, it’s lights began their celebration. Dillon was more surprised that he had taken young Anastasia anally. He admitted to himself he never considered not ass-fucking her, once it had been established he could, if he chose, ass-fuck the young teen.
What was so shocking was his discovery of his fetish. Or rather, perhaps his sickness. He was raised in a land that called his actions Taboo! Americans did not photograph naked fourteen-year-olds. They didn’t expose themselves to them either. And certainly, they didn’t pump large amounts of body-fluid into their intestines! Good lord, Dillon thought, suddenly very ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of perverting his profession. He was ashamed of the arousal he had felt, and certainly, mostly ashamed of the actions he had taken. Furthermore, he was ashamed and alarmed because he knew, he was certain, that if he found himself in the same situation the next day, he would act in the same way. Fuck, he thought. You’re a sicko. The cab stopped.
Dillon looked out the window again, and saw a stunning woman looking at him, smiling. Tanya! Dillon shoved his evil thoughts to that giant area men reserve in their minds for such things, and smiled back at the blonde. He was grateful the girls had helped him get some nice clothes, Tanya was dressed well, looking like a dream. Dillon climbed out of the grab and she greeted him with a small kiss on his cheek. After paying the cabbie, he took Tanya’s small hand into his and led her into the crowded restaurant.
“There is quite a long wait for a table Dillon, perhaps we should get a drink and walk along the river,” Tanya suggested, looking up at Dillon with a smile. He squeezed her hand gently, asking for a chance to get them a table. Approaching the front desk, Dillon caught the eye of an older man who stood behind the desk. Dillon mentioned to the man that he may have a reservation, maybe under the name of Dillon, or perhaps Mikhail. The man’s eyes shown in recognition.
“Certainly Mr. August, I have a table for you and your lovely guest,” The man said in perfect English. “If she is ready, it would be a pleasure for me to show you to your table.” Dillon looked down at Tanya, and informed her of their fortunate luck.
“He seems to have a table for us,” Dillon said. Tanya looked at him with no small bit of awe in her eyes. “A friend helped me with a reservation,” he admitted. Tanya seemed to understand, but was no less happy when the kind host delivered them to a riverside table. The large patio behind the restaurant held more than two dozen tables, all full. The landscaping was remarkable, thought Dillon, as he admired the gardens, statues, and fountains. The Voltok River flowed through a canal, only feet from their table. As they took their seats, Dillon made a mental note to thank Masha and Mikhail. He had never been blessed with powerful, influential friends before. Even if his new friends were of the shadiest sort, he briefly wallowed in his good fortune.
“Have you enjoyed the fine caviar from our region, Dillon?” Tanya asked him. He told her no….Nyet!
“I have not tried your local caviar, Tanya. In fact, I have never had caviar of any region,” Dillon admitted. Tanya raised her small hand to her pretty mouth and gasped. When the young waiter approached their table, Tanya asked Dillon if it would be ok if she ordered the caviar and drinks. Certainly! Taking in his surroundings, admiring his beautiful young date, Dillon a rush of good fortune again. It was followed with a feeling of impending dread. Where it came from he did not know. Yet their it was. He looked at Tanya.
“Did you have a productive day, Dillon?” Tanya asked him, reaching for his hand. He found her eyes, not knowing how he would respond. Her eyes searched his, her brows raised in curiosity, and then lowered in understanding. “Would you like to talk about it, Dillon?”
“I would love to, but after dinner, I still need to organize my thoughts,” Dillon said with a sigh, feeling some dread fall from around his heart. Dillon began to inquire about Tanya, what where her hobbies, what kind of music do you like…and soon she carried his mind away from his day, as they enjoyed their caviar, champagne and then dinner. During dessert, Tanya smiled sweetly at him. He moved his chair closer to her, as she added some cream to her coffee.
“I am enjoying your company very much Dillon,” she said as he set his chair close to her and sat down. “Your Russian has improved today. Your conversation has been interesting and sweet.” Dillon thanked her. “Would you like to tell me about your day, now, my handsome American lover?” Dillon nodded, not knowing where to start, how to explain, or what she would think of his behavior. Dillon found himself hoping she would be his friend after she learned what he had done. He looked into her eyes, and saw curiosity and kindness. She waited patiently. He reached for his coffee, and leaned back in his chair.
“I had two models today. Masha and Anastasia.”
“Beautiful girls, Dillon. I hope it went well.” He held her pretty eyes in his gaze, hoping she saw his struggle. He began to tell her about his day. He told her the whole story, often unable to look her in the eyes. He started from the beginning, and ended at the end, with the girls helping him find nice clothes to wear on his date, and helping him get reservations. He sighed and rested his hands in his face. Soon, Tanya began to giggle softly.
“Poor Dillon,” She said. “My young American has violated his values.” She clearly explained to him what she thought of his behavior. She thought Masha and Ana were two of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. In her opinion, Dillon had not taken advantage of either girl, on the contrary, perhaps he had been led down his road to hell by you young demons, she said with a laugh. “At the worst, Dillon, you behaved unprofessionally.”
Dillon looked at her. She laid her hand on his face, trying to erase the stress she saw there. Relax Man! Her hand and eyes said. Soon, they walked along the river and Dillon related his most current feeling to her.
“I have fallen in love with your beautiful city, found a lucrative business. I have slept with beautiful women, and have made new and shady friends who open restaurant doors for me, and find me…you.” Dillon said, reaching for her hand. “All I have done is go against my values.” Dillon looked down at Tanya. He suddenly realized why he had felt the dread when he had sat down with Tanya, at their wonderful table, on that remarkable patio, after his historical day.
“I feel like I have sold my soul to the devil,” Dillon said. “In San Diego, I would never have had the opportunity to dine with a woman as beautiful as you, at a table that nice, after a day like I have had. I could never afford someone…like you.”
“Ridiculous Dillon.” She said with a scolding voice. “You are a man with sensitivity. A creative man with strong lean muscles and rugged good looks. And tonight you are on a date, you have not hired a woman.” Tanya stood very close to him and looked up into his eyes reaching for his head. She gave him a long kiss, pressing her body into his. Pulling back from him, she asked him to take her to his studio. She wanted to see where he worked. On the way there, she had Dillon stopped for wine, and caviar.
Dillon led her into the dark studio. He found the lights and gave her a tour. Dillon felt her fascination with his darkroom. She was very curious how he would develop his film. Dillon decided he would show her. He quickly prepared his chemicals and set a large stack of his photosensitive paper on his counter. As Tanya watched closely, he closed the door to his darkroom, and watched as he began to develop his day’s work in the glow of the room’s red lights. She asked him many questions as he worked. Good questions, and Dillon did his best, trying to explain in his technically deficient Russian vocabulary. Thirty minutes later dozens of pictures were hanging, from wires that stretched across his darkroom, drying. In the red light of the darkroom, Dillon and Tanya admired them. As they dried, Dillon began to remove them from their hangers, storing them carefully on his counter, and began to develop more. An hour later, his day’s work was done, Dillon and Tanya retired to his bedroom set, carrying a large pile of photos, wine, and caviar. Dillon turned on some mellow jazz, and opened the wine. Returning to the bedroom set, he joined a comfortable looking Tanya on the bed.
“These photos are wonderful Dillon,” She said. “I think they will be very popular.” Dillon thanked her for her compliment, and handed her a glass of wine. Together, enjoying the caviar, they slowly looked through the photos. Tanya asked Dillon if she could share a thought with him. Please! Do!
“My husband owns a website design and maintenance company. I believe Sergei and Mikhail have approached him to manage your child-porn website, from here, Kiev.” She said. Dillon pondered that. “He is often out of town finding more business for us. I work at his, our company. I design web pages, my sister manages them. My brother-in-law handles the servers and technical hardware. We could easily get your website up and running.” Tanya reached for the photo of Masha Dillon had been looking at.
“Remarkable girl. So beautiful. So innocent.” Tanya commented. “Dillon, it is hard to believe she is still a virgin, yet here it is, she is whole and pure.” Tanya sighed. Dillon was growing a little excited sitting next to the attractive and interesting woman. He was uncertain if it was her or the photos, but he was getting an erection. Dillon poured her more wine, and set the empty tin of caviar on the vanity. As they looked at more and more photos, Tanya snuggled closely to Dillon, kicking off her shoes and removing her fine stockings. Dillon slowly stroked her arm, as she admired his work. Eventually, Tanya turned her attention to Dillon’s hardening prick. Her hand found it’s way into his pants. Short minutes later, Dillon was lying naked in bed, as Tanya had deftly removed his clothes without Dillon hardly lifting a finger. As his eyes drifted over her longingly, she dropped her dress on the floor. Her figure looked wonderfully feminine. Remarkably curved, Dillon saw no nearly straight lines on her. She was soft in all the right places, firm in the rest, as he ran his hands over her well toned body. He asked her if she danced.
“Aerobics. Six hours a week, lover,” she said, taking his cock into her mouth. Soon she reversed her position, and lowered her warm bald pussy onto Dillon’s mouth, and he gently tongued her. Dillon was pleased when she soon came, and he slid his finger in her ass, receiving a groan from Tanya. Dillon fingered her ass as the tip of his cock penetrated her throat. She massaged his tired balls. And swallowed his moderate load with satisfaction. Dillon rolled the his beautiful friend off him, and licked her to several more orgasms, before she pulled him up and kissed him deeply, pulling the covers over his body and snuggling up to him.

Dillon woke to sharp knocking on his studio door. Tanya squirmed awake in his arms, still cuddled up to him. He had a strong morning erection. Slipping out of bed and pulling on his pants, Dillon opened his office door, finding Masha and Ana smiling up at him, holding several large Styrofoam cups of hot steaming coffee. The girls quickly squeezed by him into the office. As Dillon closed the door, the girls squealed, and ran, hopping into the bed with the smiling Tanya. She hugged the girls warmly. Soon, the girls parted as Dillon assumed his rightful spot next to his gorgeous sleep-over friend. The girls continued to chat away, non-stop, as Tanya and Dillon slowly awoke, sipping their coffee. Soon, the girls inquired of Tanya if she had enjoyed their dinner.
“I would have enjoyed cheese and crackers if Dillon had served them to me,” She said sweetly.
“He’s so dreamy,” said Ana. Masha agreed, finding the photos. As Tanya and the girls began to admire them, Dillon went to the bathroom. After peeing and washing his cock, hands, and then face, Dillon returned to the studio, pulling his chair up and resting his feet on the bed. Ana was talking to Tanya, agreeing with her about something.
“My ass is so sore I can hardly sit. I took a pain pill last night,” little Ana admitted, joining the other girls as they giggled.
“Our pleasures last night were strictly oral,” Tanya admitted with a smile. Dillon felt himself blush heavily as the girls turned their gazes on him.
“Ana wants to milk poor Dillon like a cow.” Masha claimed. “She’s such a little sperm-whore. She claims Dillon’s is the best.” Tanya agreed Dillon’s was the tastiest.
Masha launched into a monolog, explaining how much work they had to do today. She then explained how she and Dillon would manage to get it all done. Tanya commented occasionally, while Ana stared at Dillon dreamily, as Dillon tried to enjoy his coffee, and finding himself appreciating Masha’s obviously organized skills. Dillon asked if he would have time for a shower at his apartment. Masha said he would, if they left soon, and he hurried. She was calling for two cabs as he dressed. The two young girls ran off to his darkroom, as Tanya climbed out of bed, naked and beautiful. Dillon asked her to join him again this evening.
“Please?”
“Yes Dillon. My husband will be out of town for two more days at least.” She said.