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Glamour Shots For Daughter
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Bob takes his daughter for glamour shots but turns down
the photographer's offer to do sexy shots. Instead he
decides to do them himself. Trouble is instead of
getting pictures taken, she just gets bred. (M/f, ped,
inc, 1st, preg)
***
Bob was bored. His wife Molly had signed their
daughter, Jill, up with a photographer to take some
glamour shots, but at the last minute Molly had to go
on a sales trip for her company and couldn't take Jill
to the shoot. So Bob got stuck with it. Jill had
disappeared into the dressing room over an hour ago
with the photographer, leaving Bob in the studio alone
with nothing to do.
Bob had wandered around for a while, looking at various
pieces of equipment, and he played a game of trying to
figure out what each thing was for. But after a while
that got old. Bob realized he was standing by a filing
cabinet and he idly opened a drawer to see what was in
it.
His eyes bugged out as he saw pictures of young
teenaged girls. And not just any pictures. These girls
were naked! And not just naked. They were naked and
showing their pussies to the camera. He began looking
through them and found that each group of photographs
was a series. They started with normal teens, then went
to the same girl after her glamour makeover.
That alone was enough to start Bob's dick to stiffen.
He couldn't believe how much more grown up the girls
looked after they had been made over. Then the
photographs progressed by showing each girl in various
outfits, becoming smaller and showing more skin in each
successive one. Then the shots went to lingerie photos,
then to shots of the girls without bras, then
completely naked, then cupping their sweet teen
titties, and finally with their legs spread, pussies
open, the looks on their faces saying, "Fuck me now."
Hearing voices, Bob stuffed the folders back in the
drawer and closed the cabinet just as the photographer
and his daughter came back into the room. Bob stared in
amazement at Jill. His sixteen year old daughter looked
every bit the age of 21. She was gorgeous! He blinked
his eyes and looked again, but it was definitely Jill.
Her normal voice came out of that supermodel
appearance. "Hi Daddy, what do you think? How do I
look?"
Bob stuttered, then coughed and then turned beet red as
he realized he was sporting a monster hard-on in front
of his daughter and the photographer. He saw Jill look
at the front of his pants and she giggled. The
photographer saw the same thing and said, "Don't worry
about it, Bob. It happens to all the dads. No one can
ever prepare you for when your little girl looks all
grown up." There wasn't anything he could do, so Bob
just stared at his, "little girl".
Jill was still wearing the white T-shirt she'd had on
when they came to the studio, but now, for some reason,
it seemed to hug her proud teenaged breasts,
accentuating how they stuck out from her chest, each
one a double handful. And the cutoff jeans she was
wearing seemed shorter somehow, and formed to the swell
of her hips. She had kicked off her sandals. Suddenly,
Daisy Duke was standing in front of him. His dick
hadn't been this hard in years.
He was given a break as Ron, the photographer, told
Jill to go behind the screen in the corner and choose
an outfit to wear for the first shoot. Jill had brought
several things with her, and there were other items
supplied by Ron if she so chose. Bob made his way over
to a chair and sat down, so his rampant dick wouldn't
be so obvious. He glanced at the screen just in time to
see Jill's bra drop on the floor at the edge of the
screen. He gulped and his mind went into overdrive as
fantasy provided a picture of his curvy daughter half
naked behind the screen.
Jill stepped out from behind the screen. Both men took
in a deep breath. She had borrowed an evening dress
from her mother. It was black satin with spaghetti
straps and the neckline plunged clear to her navel. She
had put on a single strand of pearls, also her
mother's, and as she turned they could see the gown was
also backless, showing the beginning of the cleft
between her butt cheeks. All in all she was gorgeous
and reeked of sex. She knew it too. She strutted and
stuck her breasts out, turning a smoky look on both men
in the room.
Ron cleared his throat, but then was all business. He
posed Jill in several ways and against several
backdrops, taking lots of pictures. Then it was time
for a costume change. This time Jill came out dressed
in one of her mother's business suits. She had on a
pure white silk blouse under a suit top over a matching
skirt. Had she been in a board room at the time she'd
have owned the company before she got out.
As Ron shot her she took off the jacket and Bob saw she
had decided not to put her bra back on. Her nipples
were visible through the silk of the shirt. He couldn't
tell for sure, but they looked stiff. They sure showed
plainly enough. He licked his lips.
Jill ducked back behind the screen and when she emerged
she was wearing a bikini. It was blue - Robin's egg
blue - and her black hair and tanned complexion were
shown off beautifully by the suit. It was made of three
tiny triangles which left very little to the
imagination.
It was the kind of suit that wasn't really meant for
swimming. Bob had never seen it before and decided it
had to be one of Ron's items. She gushed when she saw
herself in the mirror. "Oooo Daddy, I want one of
these. It looks so cool." Bob couldn't say much. Her
nipples were sticking out through the fabric of the
little bra and his dick was beginning to hurt from
being hard for so long.
Finally Jill had tried on all the outfits she had
brought and several of Ron’s. Ron turned to Bob. "I
also do model portfolios and Jill certainly has what it
takes. She could easily be a model. If you'd like I can
take the rest of the portfolio shots. Of course some of
those are skin shots. Producers like to see what the
girls' bodies look like so they can decide what kind of
clothes they can wear."
Bob thought back to the nude pictures he had seen. He
could imagine that models did have to show their
bodies, but not with their legs spread and their
pussies open. Ron just wanted to get his own pussy
shots. He probably sold them to sleazy magazines behind
his customer's backs.
"That's OK, Ron. I appreciate the offer, but I think
Jill's a little young to get into that scene right now.
Maybe in a year or two."
"Ohhhh Daddy! Please? I want to be a model. Think of
all the money I could make!" Jill cooed.
"Maybe in a year or two," Bob repeated.
As they left the studio Jill pouted. She continued to
pout all the way home. She looked even better with her
face still made up and her full lips pushed out.
As they parked Bob said, "Look, sweetie, if you really
want to have pictures like that, why don't you let me
take them. I don't want some strange man seeing you
without your clothes on. I mean it was pretty close
with some of the things you wore back there, but at
least you were a little covered."
"Oh Daddy, I wasn't naked. But you're right. I would
feel better if it was just you in the room when I get
my naked pictures taken. Would you really do that for
me Daddy?" She said it with such a normal tone he
couldn't tell if she was needling him or not. On
impulse Bob stopped at the mall on the way home. He
took Jill to a shop and got her a bikini just like the
one she had worn at the studio, except this one was
pure white.
When they got home Bob insisted they eat supper before
doing anything else. Jill fidgeted in her chair, but
ate. Bob told her they'd take the photos in the family
room in the basement. It had a fireplace and a lot of
wood, which he knew would set off the white in the swim
suit well.
As soon as they were done eating Jill jumped up and ran
up to her room to try on her new bikini while Bob
searched in the closet for his camera bag. He had some
pretty good gear, though it had been a while since he'd
used it.
He was fitting various lenses to his camera body when
Jill came down the stairs to the basement. Bob glanced
up and froze. She was beautiful. She'd let her long
black hair back down and it was hanging halfway down
her back. Her hips swayed as she came down the stairs.
She was barefoot and almost naked, the new bikini
covering only her nipples and pubic hair. Well, not all
her pubic hair, he saw. Jill saw where he was looking
and pouted. "Daddy, what am I going to do about that?"
she pointed to her crotch, with it's small hairs
leaking out of her suit.
"Well, most women shave where it shows," he said
breathlessly.
"I can't do that," she said with a sigh. "I cut myself
to ribbons just shaving my legs. I can't imagine what
damage I'd do trying to shave... down there."
Bob knew he was crossing a line, but he couldn't help
it. "Maybe I could help. I have a lot of experience
with a razor."
Jill grinned. "Great! I'll get the stuff." She bounded
back up the stairs and came back with his can of
shaving gel, his razor, a washcloth that was steaming
and a towel.
They stood there looking at each other. Jill blushed.
"I guess... um I mean... I'll have to take my
bottoms... off."
Bob just nodded. He didn't trust his voice to say
anything.
Very slowly, never taking her eyes off his face, Jill
bent over and slid the bikini bottoms down off her
hips. The cloth in her crotch caught and stretched,
appearing to stick to her pussy lips and his dick
hardened immediately. Then the bottoms slid down and
she stepped out of them.
Bob tried to maintain some kind of dignity. "Why don't
you sit... there, on the coffee table. On the end." She
did and again, very slowly, never taking her eyes off
his face, Jill spread her legs. There, in front of his
eyes, was his teenaged daughter's perfect pussy. Her
pussy lips were closed, but pouted out. What came into
his mind immediately was the terminology he'd always
heard, but never seen "like a peach, split and waiting
to be opened and eaten." He licked his lips.
"Aren't you going to shave me daddy?" Jill said, her
voice lower than usual. He dragged his gaze up to her
eyes and realized he had just been staring at her
pussy, probably for more than a minute. The tip of her
tongue was caught between her teeth and she looked
flushed.
He knelt between her spread thighs and reached for the
shaving gel. Her pubic hair was straight and black,
lying close to her skin, and it wasn't heavy at all. He
could see white skin through it. As he leaned in she
spread her legs further and her pussy lips parted.
He almost came in his pants as they flowered open. He
couldn't tell for sure, but they seemed to be getting
fuller, plumper, like they were swelling up. Her scent
drifted to his nose and it was everything he could do
to keep from diving into her muff and feasting. He put
a glob of gel on two fingers of one hand and said, "How
much do you want me to take off, baby?"
He looked up at her and her eyes had a dreamy look in
them. "Gee, daddy, I don't know. The suit's pretty
small. And I don't want any hairs to peek out. Would it
be OK if you took... all of it?"
Bob felt cream dribbling out of the tip of his cock. He
was going to shave his daughter's pussy BALD! He
smeared the gel onto her hair and couldn't help running
his two fingers down onto her pussy lips. She jumped
but then said, "Oooooo that feels funny."
Bob's mouth hung open as his fingers caressed her pussy
lips. "Have any boys touched you here Jill?" he said.
"No daddy," she said in a small voice. "They all want
to, but I won't let them."
"Good," he said firmly. One finger slipped between the
lips at the top of her pussy as he rubbed the gel in
and he felt her clitty's hood. She jumped again and a
little moan slipped out. "Because it can make a girl
want to do bad things when a man touches her here."
When he said the word "here" his finger rubbed over her
clitty again. She jerked again, but this time it was a
pelvic thrust. Bob leaked some more cum into his pants.
Bob knew he had to get on with it or he'd give in to
his lust. So he took his razor and began to carefully
strip off the hair at the top of her mons. Her hair
grew downward, toward those luscious pussy lips, and
the razor slipped over some of them. He reversed
direction and swallowed as the razor pulled her skin
upward, making her pussy lips open even more and
exposing her clit. He could see it beginning to peek
out of it's hood. "Baby," he said. "I'm going to have
to touch you... there... again. OK?"
He looked up at her face and she was staring at him
intently. "Yes," she said firmly.
He wiped his fingers on the towel and used them to pull
her pussy lips back together. Then he squeezed them
together and grasped them between his thumb and two
fingers. He pulled then downward as he dragged the
razor up and her hair was neatly shaved off in a swath.
He noticed she was breathing heavily now.
So was he.
He kept shaving and soon everything was gone. Still
grasping her pussy lips he slid his hand over the newly
bared skin. It was smooth and soft. He wanted to kiss
it. Instead he took the washcloth, which was now just
warm instead of steaming, and rubbed it all over her
mons, making sure he got her pussy lips too. Jill
moaned again and did another pelvic thrust. "Ohhhh
daddy, that feels gooooood." He looked up and she was
biting her lower lip.
"Do you ever rub yourself there Jill?" he asked.
She looked up at the ceiling as he continued to rub the
cloth around on her clit. "Ooooo sometimes daddy... I
mean it feels... I mean sometimes..." she thrust into
his hand again.
Bob sighed, knowing he was going to cross another line.
"I know, baby. It's OK. You were made to feel good
there. I need to put some lotion on you now, baby, to
make sure you don't get razor burn." He got up and went
to the basement bathroom where he knew there was some
body lotion. When he came back Jill was leaning back on
one hand, her legs still spread. Her other hand was
between her legs, her fingers rubbing. She was panting.
"Do you want to put it on, baby?" he said, holding the
bottle out to her.
Jill's eyes popped open and she looked at him hotly.
"No! Daddy, YOU do it."
Bob sunk down, oiled up his hand and began to
masturbate his daughter. He made no pretense any more.
Soon his finger slipped into her and she gasped and
thrust her pussy onto his finger, scooting her butt
closer to his hand.
"Daddy?" she panted.
"Yeah, Baby?" he panted back.
"Are you hard again... like before... when he was
taking my picture?"
She'd seen it after all. "Yeah, Baby, I'm hard." He was
lost now, and he knew it.
"Can I see it Daddy?" she moaned.
Bob's finger slid all the way into her pussy and it
clamped down on him, making it feel hard to pull back
out. She mewled and he thought she might be having an
orgasm. "Ohhhhh daddy, can I see it... please?"
Bob stood quickly and dropped his pants, stepping out
of them. Then he shucked his underwear off and his
stiff dick flopped into view. His dick wasn't anything
to write home about. It was only about six inches long,
and it was skinny in his opinion. But it was rock hard
now and bobbed up and down.
Bob wanted to do a lot of things at that particular
moment. He wanted to feel Jill's mouth on his dick. He
wanted to jerk off and shoot just to ease the ache in
his balls. He wanted to lick and suck his daughter's
juicy pussy. He looked at that pussy, now gaping open,
made to be fucked. Ready to be fucked.
Jill's eyes were big. "Ooooo daddy, it's so big... and
hard." Her hand came up and grasped it gently, feeling
it's texture, squeezing it.
"Baby... I'm sorry, but I have to do this," he groaned.
And he moved the cock, still circled by her hand toward
her pussy.
"Are you going to put it inside me daddy?" she gasped.
"Yeah, baby, I am."
"Goody," she said shortly, and started pulling his dick
toward her pussy.
The tip touched.
Then it sunk between her labia.
Then it lodged in her hole.
Then it slipped in.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned. He thought he'd hurt her, but
then her hips came up off the table and she wiggled her
pussy up onto his cock. He bore in and she groaned as
he spread her unused pussy open. He knew her hymen was
long gone to tampons, so there shouldn't be any real
pain. He kept going until his fluffy pubes pressed into
her bald pussy.
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!" she said.
That word coming out of his innocent daughter's mouth
flipped a switch inside Bob. His balls belched and his
semen raced through his prick sending jets of his
creamy white juice into her tender pussy. Again and
again his dick spat out it's load until it frothed out
of her pussy around his embedded prick.
They both looked down in fascination as his seed
overflowed her pussy. To his surprise his dick didn't
soften much at all, and Bob began to try to make Jill's
first fuck one she'd remember all her life.
He sawed in and out and her pussy, now super lubricated
with his sperm, clasped his dick wetly. He pounded into
her, mashing her clit with each inward plunge until she
squealed and shook, falling into an orgasm much more
intense than any she'd ever experienced using just her
fingers. Over and over she moaned, "Ohhh daddy!" until
she flopped down onto her back on the coffee table.
Suddenly panic seized Bob. He'd just come a river in
his daughter's fertile pussy. He'd meant to just go in
and out a few times and then pull out, but he couldn't
control himself. Even now he wanted to unleash another
load of his hot cum in her pussy. Exercising supreme
control he jerked his dick out of her and stood up.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned in a disappointed voice. "Do you
HAVE to take it out now? It felt so goooood."
Bob gasped for breath. "But I don't want to get you
pregnant, baby," he huffed.
"But didn't you already... cum... inside me?" she said,
sitting back up.
Both of them looked at her still gaping pussy lips,
where his thick white seed was dribbling out of her.
Then, while he watched in shock, she dipped a finger
into the dribble of white and brought it to her mouth.
"Ooo!" she said in surprise. "Judy Langly said it
tasted salty, and she was right!" Judy was one of her
cheerleading friends that Bob had lusted after for
years. The thought of her tasting a man's cum caused a
dollop to leak out of his prick and begin to string out
toward the floor.
"If you came already... inside me... wouldn't it be OK
to do it just a little more?" his daughter asked.
"Ohhh Jilly," he groaned. He pulled her up, led her to
the couch and pushed her down onto it. One leg went
over the back of the couch and the other to the floor
as he got between her thighs and plugged his prick back
into her tight teen cunt.
They fucked for an hour and Bob spurted inside her two
more times before he couldn't get it up any more. He
was astounded.
They never got any photographs taken that night. Jill
slept with her father that night and got him to fuck
her again in the morning. Again he squirted a huge load
of his potent sperm into her nubile womb.
That afternoon they tried to take the pictures again,
but as soon as she bared her breasts, Bob couldn't take
it. He went to get his keys and when Jill asked him
where he was going he said he had to get a box of
condoms. She laughed and said "No you don't".
"But baby, if we keep this up I'll knock you up for
sure," he said helplessly.
She stripped off her panties and walked toward him
saying, "I know." And then she started stripping him.
They fucked on the floor. They fucked in the bed. They
fucked in the kitchen. The only thing they stopped for
was food, to take a shower and to let Bob rest up until
he could get it hard enough to slide it in her again.
Two days later they had established enough control to
be able to watch some TV together when the phone rang.
It was Molly. She was about an hour from home and
wanted to know if there was anything she needed to pick
up on the way in.
"That was your mom. She'll be home in about an hour,"
Bob said, his arm around his daughter.
"Well Grandpa, we've only got time for a short one
then." She knew just what to say to make him shoot
hard.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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