Photography Club 2: Mrs Widowmaker

I don't own overwatch.

Wow, how long has it been since I've done something in school that I've wanted to do? And by that, I mean not just my teachers. I've been dragged into multiple sports games and club events, as well as extracurriculars that are actual extracurriculars that I've forgotten about the clubs I've joined willingly.

So as I made my way towards the photography club room I passed by McCree coming out of God-help-us-all Vice Principal Reyes' office holding Mr. Reyes' shotgun and adjusting a belt with a gun holster. What the hell was he doing with those?

He passed me without another word heading out of the main doors as I watched… what the hell does he even do? Does he know God-help-us-all Vice Principal Reyes is going to kill him for touching his shotgun? Ah, screw it. I'm sure it'll work itself out…

I finally made my way to the Photography room where upon entering I found nobody else there. I frowned to myself, did I get the day wrong? It was possible, I had a cram session earlier and Coach drafted me for some drills with the football team so maybe I was a little mixed up. Checking the schedule. I cursed to myself. There was a meetup today, but they had left earlier, into the forest maybe or some other scenic location for pictures. In other words, I was too late.

Scratching my head, I tried to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my day. Guess I'll just head home, do some gaming or something. But as I made my way to the door Amelie opened it quickly jumping slightly as she saw me. "Oh! Monsieur Snow… I did not expect to see you today." She said as I shrugged.

"Well, I figured it's been awhile. But I got the trip dates wrong so I guess they all left already."

"Indeed, Zenyatta took them to a park." She said absently, walking past me to the teacher's desk and opening the right-hand drawer. Bending over so that her tight black skirt hugged her generous rear ever so slightly as I took out my camera and clicked a pic.

She shot straight up and glared at me… Ah. She must be having a good week with her husband Gerard… I'm not dumb, they have their ups and downs. When it's up, she's a loyal housewife. When it's down, not so much. She's had a lot of ups lately, so we haven't spent much time together. And your average pervert would complain about that, but seriously? I have like 8 other lovely ladies more than happy to spend time with me. One of them is my girlfriend so who am I to argue? But then again. I am starting to miss that beautiful tight purple rear, how it molds in my hands, how firm it is...

"Monsieur Snow." She scolded and I sighed, her displeasure at my candid camera obvious as I slipped it into my pocket.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a faint eye roll as she went back to her desk. "…What are you looking for?" I asked as she frowned.

"Tickets to a stage show." She said, smiling at me. "Gerard got them for us! He's taking me out to see it tonight. Tauren on Ice! I've heard good things." She grinned happily as she continued looking through the desk. "It is why I'm not on the club field trip, it's so I wouldn't miss it."

She was just so happy about it that I couldn't ruin it by being a bit of my usual pervy self. I had briefly considered occupying my time with her in my usual way, but I'm not trying to ruin her marriage. Just have a bit of fun.

"Well have a good time." I replied as she finally found the tickets, "Since I have no plans now I'm heading home. See you tomorrow." and seconds before I left the room… her phone rang… because of course it did.

"Bonjour?" she answered, she paused for a very long time. Then rubbed her purple forehead. "Bon dieu Gerard." She spat, then began speaking in rapid French. Then, calmer than she normally would be after getting pissed at her husband she hung up her phone. Took a deep breath and stomped past me, the firm grip of her hand gripped my shirt collar and dragged me along silently.

Well… at first, I had no desire to go see Tauren on Ice. But I imagine it would be a lucrative experience… if not awkward. I think she just took me along just, so she wouldn't be alone. And I was okay with that. And watching Tauren literally be on ice was… interesting. I didn't think they could skate with hoofs, well shows what I know…

Of course, then it really got awkward once we left. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but she held up a lone finger, silencing me. Escorting me back to her very impressive Maserati, which her husband could in fact afford, and driving away.

I had never been to her house before… so imagine my surprise when it looked like someone had carved out a piece of the French countryside and glued it firmly to the far end of the city. A large stone mansion with what looked like grape vines growing in the yard. My mouth went slack for a moment as she parked her car in a massive garage, complete with a dark black classic Harley-Davidson that was shinier than polished silver.

"Welcome to Château Guillard." She said, strutting across the front of the car to the garage door. "Come in." she said flatly as I scrambled out of the car to follow her into the obvious mansion.

"…How… rich are you?" I asked slowly, looking around at the portraits and the curtains and… pretty much everything. She was apparently LOADED… I knew Gerard was rich, but I never imagined…

"Extensively." She said coolly, reaching onto a dresser and taking a bottle of wine from a collection of bottles. "I was exceptionally well off before I married Gerard and our fortunes grew exponentially. So well off that, we moved my family's home piece by piece from France."

"Like fucking Gargoyles?!" I asked as she sipped her wine.

"…Like fucking Gargoyles." She said with the faintest hint of a cheerful smile on her lips. Placing the wine glass down and gesturing around the mansion. "Have a look around. Take some pictures, I imagine they will look lovely. It is a thank you for putting up with my selfishness."

"Well… sure. Alright…" I said, scrambling for my camera in my pocket and, thinking about it. Took a picture of her, and she frowned. But I shrugged, "What? I'm taking in the sights." I said, as she chuckled, scrambling off to look around the place.

A fancy dinning room, parlor, library, holy shit a game room! With actual games! Why would they have time crisis?! Why am I asking questions?! Resisting the urge to play time crisis and moving around the house. I found the rather massive home theatre room with a tv screen the size of one from the look of it and a couch that I could just sink into. I felt instantly relaxed as I turned on the TV. Just to see mind you.

"-bullets are flying everywhere!" shouted the newscaster as gunfire permeated over his voice as he ducked behind a car. "Miraculously no one is injured, but the police have yet to get close enough to capture the infamous-holy shit!" he shouted as a blast exploded nearby.

"Get down!" shouted a familiar voice just as the camera cut away back to the newsroom.

"…Someone try to check on Donny." The newswoman said a little concerned to someone off camera as she smiled nervously back to the camera, "This is Kate Lockwell for The Blizzard. We seemed to have lost the signal with Donny we hope he's safe. But Donny Vermillion is made of sterner stuff." I turned the TV off and cleared my throat standing back up just as an over-exaggerated French accent let out a sultry.

"Bonjour." I turned and froze.

"…That might be racist." I said honestly, but oddly enough didn't care. As Amelie dressed clearly in a sexy French maid outfit walked into the room. Six-inch high heels, long net stockings, a skirt so short it probably wasn't really a skirt, a white apron, a black puffy top, long silky white gloves that went to her elbow and one of those weird maid caps on her foreheads. She shimmied into the room, the skirt bouncing just enough to reveal her black underwear and garters as she dusted my face with the feather duster she held. Smirking, she quickly turned, slapping me with her long ponytail and scampering off winking at me as she slipped up the stairs.

I followed her into a room with a large four-poster double bed. Big enough for four people let alone two. She bent forwards, straightening the sheets with her round purple rear shaking before my eyes as the skirt hiked up over it. she wiggled her rear obviously, humming to herself as her hands continued to stroke the bed.

Click. Went my camera as she looked over her shoulders. Click. It went again as I took another picture.

Then, to her surprise, I nodded my head towards the right wall, there was a large mahogany four-drawer dresser near it. "Okay. Let's get one with you against the wall." She strutted sexily towards the right wall. She planted her hands and stuck out her rear. "No no. not like that." I said walking quickly towards her as she blinked at me surprised. I turned her around, pressing her back against the wall. Raising one hand above her head and placing the other on the nearby dresser. "There." I said, walking away and looking through my camera. "Now look away slightly, pout." The pout was a little more natural than the look, but she was still beautiful.

"Scott." She said, as she leaned against the dresser. Trying, again, to draw my attention back to her magnificent ass, but I think I can play with her a little more. My camera loved her. "I don't think you understand-"

"Shush!" I said quickly, putting a finger on her red lips as she blinked a little startled, "You're the model. I'm the photographer." I said. Running my hand down her back as she arched like a cat being stroke, wiggling her rear as I flicked my hand away. She cooed softly as I took another picture. Before taking her hand and pulling her across the dresser, she held it at either end as I took another picture, and another as her hips swayed. "…Have you been dancing with Satya?"

"I might have watched a few of her lessons." She smirked, turning around and stroking her cushioned ass on the dresser. Accentuating her shapely waist as I continued to take her picture. She gyrated slowly stroking her legs and hips with her hands as I continued to click the camera.

I suppose now it was time to get some action shots. I took her hand and led her to the bed as she giggled. Then spinning her around I lay her down on her back, legs spread as I took her hand and placed it over cloth-covered crotch. "Alright… now play with yourself." I grinned, already clicking the camera as she slowly began to rub her fingers gently on her pussy, her panties quickly becoming soaked as she moaned, her heels scrapping the floor as her other hand clutched at the smooth, quickly shifting sheets as she masturbated before my eyes.

"Ah-Ahh…" she shivered slightly, biting her lip as her hips rubbed up against her fingers. The shutter of my camera rapidly flicked over her body as I took her picture.

"Look at the camera." I said softly as her eyes looked up.

"Ah!!" she gasped, her body trembling as she came, her bright yellow eyes rolling up as she shivered wildly beneath me.

"Hmm… no. Needs more emotion." I grinned, hooking her underwear with my fingers and slowly pulling them off, her dripping wet pussy on full display I spread it with my fingers, her arousal dripping onto them as she shivered and twitched, "Okay… now really get in there." I smiled, taking her fingers again and placing them onto her wet lower lips as her fingers instantly began to work.

"…Now that's a sight…" I praised, quickly taking pictures of her as her labia spread like a flower in bloom, dripping honey as her fingers thrust rapidly in and out. "That is beautiful." I whispered, my breath brushing against her skin as she squirmed, dripping even more arousal onto the bed as she gasped in pleasure. I turned my camera around, to shower a recent picture, her pussy spread wide and welcoming. "Look at that. Gorgeous don't you think? The picture's not bad either." I grinned as she laughed, then I ambushed her.

My tongue stroked between her folds and she squirted onto my face with a soft yelp. I tossed the camera onto the bed as I gripped her hips, shoving my tongue inside her as her silky fingers moved up to her clit. Her hand moved rapidly as her other one went into my hair, caressing my scalp. I took her hand and pulled it away, holding it to the bed as I pulled back. Her honey dripped from my tongue as I licked my lips.

"Maids don't get to lead." I grinned as she shivered, moaning delightedly as I returned to her pussy. Hungrily devouring her as she thrust her hips against my tongue. She was a little salty, but her cries of delight were more than enough to keep me going. She shrieked in orgasm, clenching around my body as she whimpered.

"Oh mon Dieu…" she cooed erotically, crumping the sheets of the bed as her hands ran along her body. I gave her lower lips a French kiss as she moaned, biting her lower lip in delight as I climbed over her body, pulling her lips to mine as I kissed her.

"You taste good." I grinned as slowly licked my cheeks. I reached down to my pants, her eyes following my hand as I lower my zipper, her silky glove hand slipped between the gap and pulled out my throbbing erection as she slowly stroked me. "…Your turn." My cock throbbed eagerly in her hand as she stared, precum dripping onto her apron as she sat up. She gave my tip a kiss, licked the precum into her mouth, and slid down my length as my hand went to her ponytail.

Her head bobbed rapidly onto my length, my hand tight around her hair as she did all the work herself. "Glib! Glerrp! SLURP!!!" her throat clenched around my length as she throated me, her eyes looking up into my as my cock throbbed in response. One hand was on my ass, the other was on her pussy as she pulled my hips deeper into her mouth, her fingers thrusting rapidly between her legs. The sound of her pussy and her throat mixed like a cocktail of pleasure as she worked.

Gerard was a fucking MORON.

…I was going to cum… I was going to cum balls deep in her tight little throat as her tongue lapped lovingly away at my shaft. Coercing me to do whatever I wished. I was more than content with satisfying my base desires. But I managed to miraculously hold back. Grabbing my camera, I pulled her down.

"MMMN!!!??" she groaned in shock, her throat contracting around my cock, expecting my hot load to flood into her stomach. Then I took her picture, balls deep in her mouth. I pulled her off, she gasped for breath looking up at me in confusion as my desperate erection tried to return to between her lips. Her mouth not helping in my control as she kissed and licked my glands.

"You're so close Mon Chere… you're so close I can feel it…" she begged, her breath warming my length as it twitched expectantly. "oh mon dieu, tu vas me nourrir de ton sperm…" My cock suddenly received an emergency shipment of blood as it became as hard as iron. She giggled cheerily as precum dribbled onto her forehead, more than ready to burst from her French sorcery…

…I really need to talk about my language fetish to somebody… I wonder if Uncle Matt knows a better psychologist. Questions for later.

I gripped my cock firmly in my hand, her hair still tightly held in the other as I smacked her cheek, she giggled as the smacking sound overrode her dripping pussy. "Hold it." I said as her free hand pressed my cock to her cheek. I pulled up the camera, "Smile." I said as she obey grinning hazily up as the shutter clicked. "Now turn around, ass to me." She scrambled away, shaking her hips at me on all fours.

"Ne te retiens pas, vas y en profondeur!" she cried as my hands clutched two handfuls of her supple ass, "Ah! Mon Dieu!" I spread her cheeks wide as I ran my tongue on her quivering pussy, she shivered wildly, laughing in delight. "baise moi comme si tu me payais pour."

Since my French is as bad as my Spanish. I assumed what she was saying, and pressed my cocked to her wet pussy lips, spreading her ass as I pushed to the hilt. "J'aime ta bite en moi!" she cried, cumming immediately around my penetrating length as I began to slap my hips against that beautiful purple ass. Stroking my hands to her hips and pounding roughly into her as she cried out in pleasure. Her fingers curled tightly into her sheets as her pussy dripped arousal down her net stocking-covered legs, my hand reached out to her bobbing ponytail, tugging hard on her hair as she shrieked in pain, but tightened immensely around my cock. I was close before, but that just finished it. Wrapping my arm around her waist I pushed deep inside her, pulling her hair back as she shrieked out in pleasure. Her chest dropped to the bed, her arms stretching out as she pushed her ass against my waist, every drop of cum rushing down into her womb as my cock stretched her insides, overflowing her body with cum as I slapped my hips lightly against her. My balls tightened desperately to fill her… I felt like a Victorian-era lord inseminating the help… "J'en ressens tellement en moi…" she moaned exhausted, her pussy pulsating on my length to drink as much as it could.

I turned her head as I collapsed onto her, our tongues dancing as I stroked her stomach. "Incroyable comme toujours, Snow…" she moaned, as I pulled myself back up. She rubbed her clit with her hand and twerked her supple ass against my waist, giggling as I pulled up the camera to capture her purple booty shake. Click. I pulled out of her, clapping my hand onto her ass and spreading her cheek away to take a picture of her cum filled hole. "Ah! No I'll drip!" she yelped right as a droplet of my cum leaked between her fingers and onto the sheets. "Merde." She hissed but before she could get up, I pushed her ass aside so she rolled over, "Scott!" I folded her legs, her pussy quivering as I held them spread eagle before me.

"Last one." I said, raising the camera to my eye. Getting a good pose of a submissive cumdump. "Double peace." I grinned as she rolled her eyes and made two peace signs with her hands, her pussy leaking with my cum as she slowly stuck out her tongue. The very picture of screwed silly.

Click.

It was late, and I was tired. It was also a long walk back home. She had changed into something a little more presentable and walked me to the garage. "I got to ask." I smiled like a young boy in a candy store as I approached the Harley. "Does he at least RIDE this?" I said, referring to Gerard. "Because that would give him awesome points. I'm sorry." I added, but she approached, and straddled the bike from the left side, reaching over and grabbing a purple helmet decorated with spider webs before casually placing it on her head. She then pulled the choke and easily started the bike. It roared to life like a primal animal, it sounded hungry.

"Non." she said flatly, and I could tell she was smiling under her helmet. Awesome points still apply, but not to Gerard. The thing vibrated between my legs as I wrapped my arms tightly around her from the side. She put a spare helmet on my head as the bike roared from the garage like a bat out of hell.

The next morning, I got to school early, and had to print out my pictures and the best way to do that was at school. They had the best equipment. "Like a bat outta hell I'll be gone when the morning comes." I sung to myself as I opened the door. Only to find McCree looking worse for wear with his janitor jumpsuit destroyed in multiple places. He dragged an attractive, bob cut, white-haired woman through the halls. He looked exhausted. The woman looked like a cowgirl. She was bound and gagged… hogtied is probably a better description. rolling along on what looked like a skateboard as McCree pulled her by her feet attached to a long strip of rope like a leash, towards God-Help-us-all Vice Principal Reyes office his shotgun resting on McCree's shoulders.

…I really wanted to know what was going on… but honestly, I really needed to print these pictures, and an empty photography club would't ask questions about the purple-skinned maid in the photos.

Besides I'm sure it'll work itself out.

End of Chapter

And now my butchering of the French language! (recently corrected by srg09 and masudo)

oh mon dieu, tu vas me nourrir de ton sperm. = Oh god you're going to feed me your seed.

Ne te retiens pas, vas y en profondeur!= Don't hold back go balls deep!

baise moi comme si tu me payais pour.= fuck me like you pay me to

J'aime ta bite en moi! = I love your cock inside me!

j'en ressens tellement en moi= I feel so much inside me

Incroyable comme toujours, Snow. = Amazing as always, Snow.