Scroll Very Fast Fast ScrollMedium ScrollSlow ScrollVery Slow ScrollEven The Cad Chapter 1 Reginald was a man who knew what he wanted and he usually got it. His arrogance was born of money and class and, as a rake with bohemian tastes, he was naturally drawn to Soho, the vice-capital of Britain in the 1950s. Reginald set up his Photography and Film Studio in a Soho back-street, above a hairdressing salon for young women who wanted the latest styles. The debonair public school man with a wicked moustache had a twinkle in his eye and a sardonic grin that caused the young women in the salon to compare him to Clark Gable and he knew it. Most of his early work was straight-forward portraiture although Reginald went to considerable trouble to get the back-grounds right to suit the subject, flattering the friends of his aristocratic friends with a variety of sets which made them look good. If they wanted to look fashionable, he would place them around the latest furniture, if they wanted to look glamorous he would pose them in the same style as film-stars, sometimes putting Hollywood Film posters behind them. It was a comfortable but unexciting living for Reginald, but it was not enough, for Reginald was a cad of the highest order. There was not a single dirty trick that he hadn't learnt from his family or public school and, being a man of imagination, had invented a few of his own. As a young man of 22, he had some sexual experience, firstly with prostitutes and later with a girlfriend whose family had lived as neighbours in Cambridgeshire. She had been a horsy girl, constantly in the saddle and when she had found Reginald had grown up to a fine figure of a man at the age of 18, she was determined to have him. For Reginald, the experience of a romp in her hay-loft was interesting but not exactly what he had in mind when he sketched out his plans for the future and his new position as a significant person in Soho life looked much more promising. Reginald soon realised that the camera he took around with him attracted particularly attractive young women and when he passed through the hairdressing salon on his way to the studio he rapidly found himself the centre of attention when he mentioned having done a photographic shoot for a young starlet from Elstree studios. Sylvia, a striking brunette, whose busty figure was the envy of all the girls, made the first move, one day, as he and she left the salon at the same time. "I need a portfolio for my acting and modelling career, Reginald" she said, touching him on the wrist as she fluttered her eyelids up at him. Reginald was too cool to let his lust show and he lazily pulled away before turning round and surveying her from her elegant legs up to her face and then he stared at her ample bosom and looked her again in the eye. "You certainly are the kind of model who is fashionable at the moment" he smiled as Sylvia attempted to blush, while turning away from his manly gaze. "I can pay the going rate" she said, as she returned his arrogant look with a pout, licking her lips. "I am not sure that you can afford my prices" said Reginald, throwing down the gauntlet. "Don't worry. I am sure we can make an arrangement" replied Sylvia. "When could I book you?" she asked, hesitantly. "I am busy this week and next, but I dare say I could fit you in towards the end of the month." he said, grinning like Clark Gable, having practised it many times in front of the mirror." Here's my business card" Sylvia was deeply impressed by the fact that he had a business card as she had only ever heard of them and she studied it as if it was a Hollywood invitation. Then, realising that she was looking rather naive, she looked up and addressed him in a business-like tone of voice. "OK, I'll phone you in a couple of weeks time." It was exactly two weeks later, that Reginald picked up the phone to hear the beeps that indicated some-one phoning from a public call-box. As he expected, it was Sylvia, asking for an appointment for her modelling portfolio and, having pretended to be too busy for a couple of dates, he finally deigned to set up a photographic shoot for an afternoon the following week. Reginald had been planning for this for weeks and he had set up the studio so that he could film Sylvia as well. The day came and Reginald took the usual glamour shots with Sylvia showing off her cleavage. Sylvia had managed to scrape together the £5 needed to pay for the photography but when Reginald moved over to the film camera, Sylvia stopped him. "I can't afford a film shoot at the moment, Reggie" she said, getting up to move to him. Once again, her delicate touch of his wrist promised more as Reginald turned to look at her. "I thought you wanted to be a star, Sylvia" he announced, looking surprised. "But I do!" she protested. "Its just that I cannot pay for it now." Sylvia looked at him with begging eyes. "So what arrangements had you in mind?" asked Reginald as he waited for the eager young model to reply. "Well. I have been thinking. I know I could be a star if I get the attention of the important people in show-biz and I noticed that Liz Collins has just got a part in a film" Now, Reginald knew what the deal was, he was delighted and looked at Sylvia with renewed respect. "You want me to do glamour shots?" he asked. "Yes. Fifty-fifty between you and me for the profits" she replied. Sylvia knew what she was doing. "I think we could have a very profitable relationship, Reggie" she said as she put her hand on his arm and again and squeezed. Reginald scooped her up in his arms and kissed her. She responded immediately, returning his kisses with abandonment and then she stopped, pulled herself free and looked him straight in the eyes. "Reginald. I want you to know something from the start. You are used to getting your own way. So am I. It is isn't easy when you are a woman and I know what I want. The one thing you will never get from me is my virginity." she said. But when Reginald started to pull away she grasped him more intimately, groping his bottom. "We can have a lot of fun together without me popping my cherry." she giggled, placing her hand on his still throbbing manhood, rubbing it through his trousers. Reginald turned to look at her afresh. "So we can, my luscious lady." he laughed as he moved his hand up to her pendulous breasts and kneaded them through the thin material of her dress. "So, its time you showed me your glories" he said as he moved away to pick up the camera again. Confident of her victory, Sylvia melted into her coquette's role as she began to take off her shoes. As Sylvia pulled off her shoes and massaged her feet, Reginald set up his lights to concentrate on the couch where he wanted Sylvia to expose herself. "OK, darling. Get yourself over here and start with a pose showing off your bust." Reginald ordered. Sylvia responded by undoing the back of her dress to allow her to take it off her shoulders and lower the front to show off her awesome mounds. She knew how to pose, having studied glamour photos for years. As Reginald took Sylvia through the various poses he became involved with Sylvia's come-on looks and the light-hearted banter between them soon became more and more suggestive. When Sylvia turned round and lifted her skirt, Reginald growled, "That's right! Wiggle you bum at me and look at me as if you were inviting me" said Reginald. "Inviting you to do what? she laughed. Sylvia was as excited by this as Reginald and she laughed when he patted her cheeks. "Want to go further?" Reginald asked. Sylvia was delighted to finally show off what she knew was best asset. Her 36d tits were bursting out of her bra as she turned away from Reginald to undo the clasp. As she did so, Reginald caught her looking back at him and that turned out to be the most erotic photograph he captured. But, when she revealed her tits, Reginald decided that he was in heaven and snapped 3 rolls of film just letting Sylvia show off her best assets. She was so caught up in the sexuality of showing herself off that she let Reginald go further than she had planned. She was moist and randy when Reginald started to touch her and place her in the poses he wanted and, she realised they were the poses she wanted too. So, when Reginald asked her to pose with her legs wide open, she was aroused when he photographed her in her lewd posture and when he leant forward to pull her knickers aside, revealing her most secret place, Sylvia recognised her power and said "This will cost more". Reginald pulled back to reality as he recognised the simple, harsh words. He smiled. "Of course, Sylvia, my darling. You and I know that nothing comes without a price." "The model album and film portfolio for a bit of pornography is a reasonable price, Reggie." smiled Sylvia. "It is indeed, my lovely lady." laughed Reginald. "How far are you willing to go?" he asked. "I want my face to be hidden." replied Sylvia. "Impossible!" Reginald responded, with a contemptuous sneer. "Well, I want my identity hidden then" she replied. "Ah, well, now that IS possible. If you are you willing to dye your hair or wear glasses then we can do it." Reginald replied. "You can also cut your hair." "Cut my hair? You must be mad. Why?" she asked. "Because I've seen some girls with that cut and it's the next fashion." Reginald replied. "I'm sorry, Reginald. You think you know what is going on, but you don't. This is 1958 and its big hair and big boobs. That's the fashion. The next thing you will tell me is that skinny bints with tiny tits will become fashionable." Sylvia replied and Reginald had no answer. "OK. So get your legs open and we can earn some money." He replied. "These are strictly private photographs, Reginald. I don't want them to get around." "Don't worry, Sylvia, I can sell these in Paris, where no-one knows you." Reginald replied. "Now let's have you show me your pussy, darling." Sylvia was expecting a reaction when she pulled her knickers down but when Reginald snorted and goggled, she smiled" "Christ! Not a pussy hair to be seen. Gorgeous, Sylvia." Reginald muttered and then pulled himself together and said "It makes it easier to airbrush the photos for the UK market." "These photos will be worth a lot more without airbrushing in Germany, Reginald." Sylvia smiled, knowingly. "God, you know what you are talking about, don't you?" Reginald replied. "As I said before, Reginald. You aren't going to screw me so get that straight.", she said looking him straight in the eyes. Reginald smiled and began to take pictures again, moving Sylvia around through the classic poses, from her standing with her knickers just above her knees, round to shots of her bum and then standing presenting her rounded cheeks to the camera. By the time, they had got to Sylvia lying back on the couch, with her legs apart, she was wet from Reginald's constant touches, moving her and adjusting her poses, and she shivered when he brushed his hand between her lower lips. "Oh, and I am not doing the porn stuff with my legs over my head, Reginald, so get a few quick ones in and that's that." Sylvia said and, smiling at his slightly crestfallen look, she murmured "When you put the camera down, we could have a little fun." Reginald quickly finished the photo shoot, put down the camera and swooped to kiss her, taking her breath away with his passion. After the first assault, they began to swirl their tongues and lips together as Sylvia moved her hand down to grasp Reginald's manhood. "Is that a gun in your pocket? she laughed. "No, its my cock and it is hard for you, Sylvia." he said as he moved it against her hand. "Well, first you are going to have to let the lady have her pleasure, so kiss my pussy, Reginald and I'll do the same for you." Sylvia said as she moved to lie down on the couch, leaving a leg on the floor with her legs wide open. Reginald needed no further invitation as he squatted down on the floor and began to kiss and lick her legs, starting with her feet and then moving up to her knees where he lingered before moving up to suck and lick her inner thighs, As he did so, he reached for full breasts and kneaded them and tweaked the nipples, causing Sylvia to moan deeply. Reginald was a natural at finding what pleasured a woman and he noted how sensitive her breasts were, so he moved up to lick and suck them as he continued to move his hands up her legs opening them wider as Sylvia grunted her agreement. When he teased and sucked in her nipples, she groaned out loud and sighed "Oh, Reggie" Then she opened her eyes and stared at him "My pussy is on fire. Make me explode!" she said with a toss of her hair and a wicked smile. Reginald exploded into laughter "Marilyn Monroe, make way!" They burst out laughing together and kissed almost affectionately before Sylvia, held his head and savagely kissed him before moving his head downwards. Reginald knew what she wanted and Sylvia was soon writhing and moaning as he sucked her nipples hard. She broke out and went rigid when his probing fingers finally reached her pussy and began to probe her. "Not to far in, Reggie. I want to keep my cherry. " she whispered as she hugged him. "Don't worry my lovely, luscious, lascivious lady" he replied as moved down to kiss her thighs, holding her legs apart and caressing the top of her legs as he began to lick up towards her pussy. Sylvia mewed with pleasure as Reginald began to lick her inner legs up to her lower lips, pausing to kiss or lightly suck her sensitive flesh. Finally, when after a tour round her pussy, he began to lick up the sides, to lick her lips, she melted down and gave a low growl. "Ah, ah, ah" she gasped, each syllable a second apart as Reginald licked her tiny button and then she really let rip when he moved down to lick and suck her pussy. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhh! " she cried. "My God, Reggie, I'm going to come." Her voice then went into a whine as Reginald moved up to lick and then suck her button of pleasure which was now bloated so that Reginald could feel it in his lips. "AAAAAhhhhh, Yes, OH, YES, OH, AAAAAArrrgh !!!!" The sounds of wanton lust wrenched out of Sylvia, was music to Reginald's ears and as she bucked around pushing her pussy towards Reginald, finally grabbing his head to grind herself against his nose and mouth. Within seconds she reached her peak with her legs rigid, holding his head like a vice, while he slobbered at her clit. "Oh, sweet Jesus, God, that'ssss -- -- --" Sylvia actually screamed as she rode the wave of her climax. Sylvia was panting to get the oxygen back into her lungs as she began to come down and lie back, moaning and sighing. "My God, that was good Reggie" she smiled as he stood up and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his rampant cock. Sylvia looked up at him and said. "OK, soldier, its your turn, next." Sylvia got up and pulled down his trousers. "Get comfortable, honey. Take everything off." she said as she began to untie his shoes. Reginald had never undressed faster and he let Sylvia finish removing his socks before she pushed back on the couch and held his cock as it twitched in her hand. "You will never get this monster inside my pussy, but there are other places for it to go, Reggie." she wickedly smiled. And without another word, she leaned forward to lick his shaft while looking him straight in the eye. She knew that he loved the power that he held over her and wondered whether he realised she also had power over him? No, she thought. Men are stupid like that. So she went back to pleasing him as if she was his slave, looking him in the eyes as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and licked it. Then, without warning, she went down on him sucking him half-way into her mouth. She held him there and then pulled him out and kissed down the shaft, holding her lips open and sliding up and down and all around until Reginald was moaning. Reginald was relieved when she went down to kiss and lick his balls while slowly and softly wanking him. But, when she went further and tickled his anus, he squirmed and sighed "You witch". Sylvia giggled as she moved back to lick her way up to top of his engorged cock, the helmet almost bursting with blood. Reginald thought he knew it all until, Sylvia pointed her tongue at the top and began to probe his piss-hole, almost fucking it with the hardened tip of her tongue. When she then put her lips round the top at the same time, Reginald realised that Sylvia might not become a film-star but was already the Queen of Fellatio. And her star status was confirmed when she suddenly swooped down on his cock, swallowing it to half-way in one movement and then after another tease at the top she devoured him taking more and more of him until her nose was tickling his pubic hair. Her concentration at getting his cock right down her throat was because she had learnt the trick of breathing through her nose and when the top of his cock was finally down to her gullet, she relaxed and let him stay there. Then she looked up and saw the expression of astonishment and lust in his eyes and knew she had him where she wanted him. Reginald felt as if he had died and gone to heaven as he watched Sylvia swallow him. Or was it hell, he thought, and his smile was noticed by Sylvia. "Well?" she asked as she pulled back to lick the top of cock. "What's so funny?" "As I watched you sucking me, Sylvia, I couldn't decide whether I was in heaven or condemned to hell.", he chuckled. "What's the difference if it feels good" Sylvia purred and then went down on him in earnest, sucking him deep within her throat, pulling out to nibble and lick the sides before putting him in her mouth and tonguing the top. "Now, Reggie. I want you to come in my mouth, so I can taste your juices and swallow them. Will you do that for me?" she cocked an eye-lid as she pouted at him. "I've never been one to let down a lady, Sylvia" Reginald grinned. Sylvia took that with a nod and a foxy smile as she bent down again to suck him. As she kept the top of his cock in her mouth she began to wank him with her hand until Reginald began to buck his cock firmly towards her mouth. He removed her hand from his cock and then held her head and began to pump his cock between her lips. "Yes," Reginald hissed, as Sylvia began to cup his balls and stroke his bottom. Reginald's bucking was becoming wild as Sylvia probed his bum hole with a finger, tickling him, while beginning to moan. She realised that she was doing it for show, but it also felt right. He had done the same for her and she began to moisten at the thought of what she was doing. Sylvia had learnt to breathe through her nose and she relaxed her throat until her natural reaction to gag had gone. Now she knew she had Reginald where she wanted him, which was where he wanted to be too, as he began to fuck her mouth. Reginald was now beginning to lose control and, as he began to pump his cock more deeply down her throat, he began to mutter, "Yes, suck me, Sylvia. Take it alllllll" he gasped as he buried his cock all the way down her throat. His climax came as she probed his bum hole with her finger and thrust it up him while he plunged his cock so hard into her willing mouth that the hairs on his body ground against her forehead. "Ahhhhh, yes, yesss, yesssss. " Reginald cried hoarsely, as he felt the first surge of his come give him exquisite pleasure, pumping out his liquid seed into Sylvia's mouth. "Yes" Reginald cried as he pulled out of her mouth and directed the next squirt of come was splashed over her lips and nose before Reginald grabbed Sylvia's head one last time and buried his cock back down her throat to finish. As his pumping of her mouth slowly subsided, he relaxed and allowed Sylvia, to pull back and look at him. She opened her mouth to reveal that she had his come on her tongue. Looking him straight in the eye she licked her lips and tasted his come. "Mmm, you taste nice Reginald. Almost sweet." she said. "It must be the orange juice, I drink," Reginald said and laughed, throwing his head back in mirth. She realised that it was his readiness to laugh that attracted her most and she smiled to herself as Reginald pulled her up on to the couch and cuddled her. "You know, I think we may have found a mirror image of each other, Sylvia." Reginald murmured and Sylvia sat up and looked him, startled by the fact that the same idea had entered her mind as he spoke. "What star sign are you, Reginald?" she asked urgently. Reginald was somewhat surprised by the question as he didn't have much time for Astrology. In fact he didn't even know what star sign he was. "No idea, actually. I was born in early June" he said, intrigued by her interest. "Of course!" Sylvia exclaimed. "You are a Gemini!". She burst out laughing putting her hands to her face and turning to Reginald, her face alive with mischief. "And I am Aquarius!" she declared. Reginald was non-plussed. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked. "Oh, its almost perfect Reggie", Sylvia giggled. "As you said, we are a mirror image of each other and I think we have the makings of a very interesting relationship." she said as she steadily examined him. Reginald knew that she was right, right for him and he for her, so he leaned back and let it all sink in. "Yes, Sylvia. I believe we have an interesting future." he said as he began to stroke again her gorgeous naked body.