Part two to “Picturing My Daughter”, written from the Daughter’s perspective. Going all the way on camera turns out to be slightly more complicated…
“Are the two of you ready to go all the way today? or should we book another shoot?” he asked us.
My ears roared and I struggled to process the words said to me. The only constant was the heat radiating from Dad’s body as I clung to his legs like it was my first day of kindergarten. Of course I was much older now, my head now rested at his lower back instead of his calves. and we were of course completely naked. I felt the need to hide my naked body from The Photographer. which was very silly since he’d already seen everything up close and personal. Still, it was awkward to be naked in front of a stranger. especially a stranger that was also clothed. or would it be more awkward if he was also naked? I don’t know.
“Today…” I repeated in a whisper, processing the question . It was a habit that served me well on normal days. In class I could buy a few seconds to think about my answer without seeming dumb.
Today was not normal. The Photographer interpreted my repetition as confirmation.
“Wonderful!” The Photographer exclaimed. He began directing dad to lie on the ground.
Panic welled within me. I wasn’t ready.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not a prude, I blew my dad not minutes ago after all, but it was still a big deal. I mean losing your virginity always is, right? Not to mention losing it to your dad. Not to mention on camera!
I did want it, I needed a little break. “Umm dad? Can I get a water break?”
“Of course sweetie” he said and turned to The Photographer to have him grab a water bottle.
I was still clinging to Dad when The Photographer returned. I thanked him with a whisper for the water and drank it, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my throat. It saddened me a little, having the memory of Dad’s cock washed away like this, but I needed it. as exciting and fun as it was blowing my dad kinda blew. I mean I struggled to fit it down my throat and when it did it felt kinda bad. Practicing at home with cylinder shaped objects was way different.
I noticed Dad was doing his best to shield my body from the Photographer while I drank which was nice of him. It seemed he felt awkward baring his rock hard cock to me and The Photographer. I looked up at him and gave him a small, polite smile, as I did, I felt my skin move beneath his cum on my face. I wanted to wipe it off with my hands but that felt rude, almost like brushing away a kiss on the cheek.
“Are you feeling okay sweetie?” he asked, returning a smile.
my chest flushed with warmth against the cool mall AC. I could see the simultaneous lust and concern in his eyes. It was hot.
It’s sort of why I agreed to do this in the first place. Having a stranger tell you your pretty is nice don’t get me wrong. but, spending time dedicating themself to your beauty? That’s compelling.
I never thought of myself as pretty, or hot, or sexy or whatever. not that i thought i was ugly either. but the looks The Photographer and Dad have been giving me all day, it’s more than enough to make anyone swoon. and swoon i did, again.
I looked away, embarrassed my cheeks felt hot. This was Dad, the same guy as always but somehow things were different. I mean of course they were, we were naked, his dick was down my throat like 5 minutes ago.
“c-can i have a shower before we do it?” I asked . “I feel dirty”
Nobody ever said sucking was such hard work! it builds up a sweat!
Or I was nervous.
I at least had cum all over me. it had to be better photography to have me wash it off.
Dad nodded, without hesitation he relayed my request to The Photographer. The Photographer noted that it was a good idea and showed me to a pretty dingy looking bathroom. There was a shower, a sink, and a toilet. all the normal things he even gave me a towel, washcloth and some half used bottles of shampoo and body wash. but something felt abnormal… The bathroom definitely felt small…
I ignored my misgivings and studied myself in the mirror. I could see Dad’s cum starting to dry on my face and chest. I hadn’t gotten a good taste of it on camera so now was the perfect time to try it. all my friends said you were supposed to swallow it after all. I scooped as much as I could off my chest with my finger. I brought it to my mouth, my tongue swirled over my finger collecting it into my mouth.
Nothing. it didn’t taste like anything. Maybe salty? but that could’ve been my own sweat. I was dissatisfied but didn’t know why. I sighed and entered the shower. turning the knob until a hot stream fell out and bathed me. I moaned, letting my mind wander away.
i mean should i even do this? fuck my dad? in front of someone else? with a camera?
I mean I definitely wanted to. I was pretty embarrassed. I’m certain The Photographer noticed. my pussy started dripping even before I was being photographed naked.
I sighed and the warm shower water that was running over my head and down my body turned cold. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying myself as best I could. I didn’t have a hair dryer or even another towel for my hair. I did my best to dry my hair off but it was still damp. i could’ve left it to dry but i was so desperate to fuck my dad now. not only because I was horny but also because I was afraid I would back out if I didn’t act soon.
I approached the main studio wrapped in only the towel. I was glad it was so deserted. It was exciting to be naked but still I would’ve had a panic attack if too many people saw me. I mean I guess I don’t have any control over the pictures but it’s illegal to distribute those right? I have nothing to worry about there.
As I approached The Photographer and Dad it looked like they were getting ready. Even from a distance I could see that Dad was hard, the size of his dick was almost comical from this distance. small but also proportionally large. and the fact that he was still hard meant he was still thinking of me.
They had brought out a White bed prop that I’d taken photos on already. This time Dad was laying on it, his legs spread out. They noticed me at almost the same time.
“Sweetie!” They both cooed at the same time. It was a nickname dad called me all the time. It was something that felt alien coming from The Photographer, a relative stranger.
“h-hi” I stammered. “i-i’m ready” i said with as much volume as i could muster, which was pretty quiet.
They smiled at me , and beckoned me forward with their hands. The Photographer handed my dad some lube. Then, he began directing me on how to let my towel fall down so he could capture as much of my “innocent beauty” as possible. I coughed.
The Photographer took his position, pointing his camera at me. I let the towel fall slowly, I felt chilled as the cool air bombarded my chest, hardening my nipples. I wondered if the camera was good enough to see the goosebumps that covered my body. Now my torso, legs and pussy were exposed to the hostile air. It made me crave Dad’s embrace even more than I already had. My arms and legs were knocking together from the combination of anxiety and chills.
The towel hit the floor, and I was left with only one piece of direction left; approach Dad. He’d take it from there.
As I took a single, long shaky stride towards Dad and the Bed prop. I couldn’t help but see the warm, inviting expression on Dad’s face. I couldn’t help contrast it to the expectant hunger on The Photographer’s face. his eye never left his camera lens but i could feel his perception on my body.
I continued to make my way over. It wasn’t a long distance. The second I was in arm’s reach of him as he lay on the bed he scooped me up, placing his hands on my waist and lifting me. I welcomed his warm hands, though I didn’t welcome the short flight they took me on. I landed on his stomach, facing the camera. I suppose that was natural as we were doing this for a photoshoot. The reason for that photoshoot escaped me as I felt his chiseled stomach beneath my pussy. I realized I’d already dropped some of my wetness onto him. I felt my cheeks flush so much I didn’t notice him change the angle of my legs. In an instant I was baring my pussy to the camera. I stared into the camera and for a brief moment how much of myself was captured on it.
I looked down in hopes of escape, finding Dad’s cock standing, begging for attention. I giggled as it waved in the air and instinctively grabbed it. I let go of it almost immediately, the lube Dad had applied to it had changed its texture. it felt smooth and slimy, almost plastic. I let my hands slip over the cock. As my curiosity grew I couldn’t stop, I became absorbed with playing with it. Looking back, I felt like a domesticated house cat and a dangling feather. I noticed my dad caress my back, my sides, my boobs even. I knew from his moans he was enjoying it. It took me a while to notice myself gyrating on his stomach. I was rubbing myself against his torso until I moaned as well. I was enjoying things as well.
“Fuck” i swore. usually that’d get me in trouble. My parents didn’t like my sister and I to swear around them but I don’t even know if dad heard me. And if he had heard me I don’t think I’d get in trouble for it considering the situation.
I’d satiated my curiosity, Dad’s Cock now felt familiar in my hands. I stopped, remembering to slow down so that the camera could record my slow dismount from my dad’s stomach. so that the camera could capture my pussy in clear detail as it passed over his belly. towards his crotch.
Then my hands returned to his cock as I lifted myself. I could see The Photographer nodding behind his lens. Dad used his hands to steady my body. his large hands wrapped around my waist and caressed my but. I felt something nudge at my pussy. a blunt thick intruder I knew I needed.
With Dad’s guidance we found and penetrated my pussy. We went agonizingly slow, both aware this joy was in part for show.
I’ll admit I’m no angel. between my fingers, my older sister’s secret dildo she doesn’t know I stole a couple of times and the odd vegetable (sleepover dare, i’m not proud) my pussy isn’t exactly a stranger to foreign objects. but those couldn’t even compare to just the tip of my dad’s cock. I felt it inside me, I felt it pulsating, slipping through begging to be let more in. I felt it expanding inside me. I was tempted to pull myself down and take it all at once. I would’ve if not for my fear that would do serious damage.
Dad was still supporting my lower body with his hands, and I, my upper body with my hands on his chest. I could feel him twitching beneath me.
I bit my lip in concentration, not wanting to swear again. Dad must’ve noticed I wasn’t moving too much.
“you ok sweetie?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yeah,” I replied in a much higher tone than I intended.
Embarrassed, I forced myself down a little more. It was like an itch, the desire to have more of my father inside of me, and each time I scratched that itch I only wanted more. until I hit his pelvis and there was no more to be had. but i still had the itch. the craving.
Dad lifted me up and I was temporarily devastated at the conclusion of it and then he let me back down again. It took me a second but I realized that I scratched the itch. this was sex, this was fucking.
“oh my god” I whispered to myself as my father dropped me on his pelvis and cock again, my smallish tits bouncing.
It felt good. like, really good. I gyrated my hips, doing my best to help dad get further into me. I raised one hand from his chest and used it to rub my clit. It was absolute bliss.
It wasn’t absolutely perfect, I did get maybe too into it, and overestimated just how long my Dad’s shaft was. I accidentally went too high and his cock slipped out of me. I was desperate to get it in, Dad held me and I repositioned his cock and myself.
Then he lowered me one last time and moved his hands to my chest instead. “Go at your own pace princess” he said to me. He must’ve thought that was his fault.
It was awkward at first. I was raising my own hips and lowering them, trying to match the rhythm that had just been robbed from me. I replaced my hand onto Dad’s chest for support. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and let the sensations wash over me. Dad’s hands on my chest, massaging my tits. his cock inside of me, his chest beneath my fingers, his crotch beneath mine.
Time passed and I opened my eyes again, I looked down and I was transformed. My body was drenched with sweat. There was now a white foam that covered Dad’s cock. his cock moved quickly, it disappeared with every movement of mine only to reappear in the next. Had he cum? I felt disappointed to have missed it.
I noticed noises escaping my mouth, high pitched and animalistic. My legs were shaking like I was having a muscle spasm. The Photographer too was slightly different. He still had one hand planted on his camera but the other was on his own dick stroking himself. I looked away unsure if I should’ve seen that.
and then i came like i’ve never cummed before. I certainly had not done so that intensely. the wetness of my pussy intensified and it felt like I was peeing, sort of. My hand slipped off of Dad’s chest and I crashed into him. He held me close to him and I was enveloped in his warmth the same time my own body was overheating. The heat melded and as I quaked in pleasure I was enraptured in Dad’s protection. I felt dad’s lips on my face and I noticed his cock was still ramming into me over and over again. My body was half pleasure and bliss and half numb.
Tiredness washed over me. it had been a long day, and fucking was pretty good exercise. I nuzzled into my dad’s chest and closed my eyes letting him wash over and envelop me.