I'm bringing you a new story, I hope you like it, I know it took me long, but believe me, it's better to tell things well, step by step 😉 And as a bonus, at the end, the photos that this naughty pope took of his little girl. Enjoy 😃 😃 😃
Separations are always hard, and even more so when you don't have enough money, and then the couple decided to split the maintenance, with each of them keeping one of their daughters under their roof.
The single father and young man named José, despite having a small apartment and a professional photographer's salary that was expected to progress, decided to give his new tenant the thumbs up.
His daughter Rocío entered with grace and hugged him affectionately. She wore gym clothes, a cotton jacket, and shirts with sloppy prints, and few accessories.
- It's very small, but comfortable, right? And I notice the loose clothing you brought, while he was entering two enormous bags.
- That's what they usually say, don't worry, we're close to everything, you'll be spending more time outside than inside, I won't bother you like your mother did.
- You mean that? Thanks, Dad! - She exclaimed, hugging him again. - You always let me do what I want, so I told Mom I wanted to come. She suffocates me.
- It's very absorbent, yes, at 18 Ro, you have to get out and enjoy yourself, as long as you're careful, I won't bother you.
Come here, this is your room...
The apartment was tiny, the man had thought of putting her in his photography studio, where there were lamps, tripods, lights, and boxes with everything needed for a modeling set.
- These days I have free time, so I can move everything to the living room...
But Rocío had already gone and was in her room.
- It's a shame to occupy your workspace, and you don't have space in the dining area. Imagine if the models always come and see that it's all cramped...
- And where do you want to sleep?
She dragged the bags to her room and left them there.
- I'll sleep on the floor here, don't worry, as long as I have a wall for myself, everything will be fine.
- Actually, Ro, I have no problem, I just want... be comfortable? Don't you think you'll be better off in the photo room? - No, no, you have to take care of work pa. Do you not want me near you? - I asked in a tone I had never spoken to him before. - Of course not, dear... tomorrow we'll buy a decent bed, I'm not that poor, you can stay, but not on the floor like a hippie. The father-daughter relationship couldn't be better, he was on vacation and she hadn't started school yet, so they agreed to make the most of their time together. They started going for runs every morning, she was very athletic, had the physique of a Russian gymnast in tight leggings and a short top that left her stomach exposed, promoting themselves like neon lights around the city. She had much more endurance than her father, who wasn't used to training, although he didn't need exercise to look decent. Plus, their tastes were similar: photography for him, and art for her, they discovered together that both activities had a lot in common. - Let's take a break, Rocío, I'm half-exhausted... - Throw yourself on the floor, Dad, and let me stretch you out.- The man obeyed. His daughter took his leg and massaged it with emphasis on his calf. He felt uncomfortable because, being in shorts, her hand touched his bare and hairy leg, squeezing the muscles very low down, almost reaching his hip. Her daughter looked at him curiously because, unintentionally, he had a look of pleasure on his face. - You know how to give massages Ro... let's keep going, but slower, remember I'm big now. - Ha ha don't be exaggerated, my instructor taught me well a few years ago, how to stretch and help the muscles absorb lactic acid. - It seems like you left the gym two years ago? You don't look it. - Thanks, Dad...- And she let out a complicit little laugh... And moments for memory succeeded, but without wanting to provoke it, everything was eroticizing very slowly. They arrived at the apartment all sweaty and Rocío didn't... lost time to go take a bath before he did. When leaving, she said…
- Do you show me your work? I want to see how you frame it, the lighting and all that.- She asked after taking a bath while her father was preparing mashed potato. She had seen him get out of the shower with a tight sweater and ripped jeans that lifted his booty well, a detail she didn't know why she noticed.
- They're in the works folder on the computer desk, just like Rocío, you know I take pictures of models and girls, open the folders for lingerie, catalogs, and Avon, I think there are animals, landscapes, and other things I did before. Don't open the others.- Remembering that she had done dozens of works for pornographic internet pages, with really intense sessions with stunning women.
- Daughter, I told you not to.
- I'm grown up now, let me see, I want to see how you frame the human figure... besides, it looks better that way, the muscles, the bodies... everything.
The photos were more than provocative, she had done sessions that were bought by Premium, Penthouse Brasil, other obscene magazines and web pages with large quantities of erotic sessions like MPL. The women she attended not only were stunning, but also revealed the best of their humanity in classic nurse, schoolgirl, and simpler but no less sensual outfits.
- You know, even though they have their photographers, sometimes they buy independent works if they meet the necessary level and correspond to the line drop... for example...
Bending next to her daughter to see the screen, feeling the perfume of her freshly washed chestnut hair.
In a Playboy session...- Showing some really artistic photos with a very beautiful brunette...
- If I notice, sometimes they don't show the fullness, they have a lot of Photoshop...
- Okay, something like that, and Playboy uses a lot of Photoshop, but that's someone else's job, so a picture like this...- Putting a really daring one, of a model in a dog position showing off her cavities with a smile. - That would buy Penthouse or Hustler, right? Those are more trashy. He looked at it alarmed. - How did you notice? - My half-brother has a lot of these, sometimes when he goes to school, my sister and I see them, not just out of curiosity.- That made him realize how big his girls were, used to seeing those porn photos without being horrified or screaming like other girls would. He was starting to worry, maybe he had grown up too quickly. - Let's eat Ro... At lunch, he ate something tense, a bit crazy also, and she made it clear. He explained that he was worried about his half-brother's possession of such magazines, a teenage boy who barely knew him since he was from his ex's current partner. - Chill out, he's really good, really a virgin, we were surprised when we found the magazines, couldn't believe it, he's really cute, but he has to download, poor guy. - And the rest? I'm worried about how loose you are, see those pictures and don't get upset, you must have many admirers...- She looked at him with a maternal face. - At art school we work with models, men and women, I'm used to nudity but nothing more pap... I'm still a virgin, if that worries you. That wasn't what he expected and almost choked on it. He didn't expect her to know so much, although he thought it was positive that she confided in him. - You don't have to rush into anything just because you're beautiful and curious about your age, which is normal, believe me, you'll want something special. And I'm willing to help you with that... I mean.- Hurrying to correct himself, given how bad it sounded- with your doubts and worries. I need someone bigger, more mature it seems to me. I like being able to talk to you about my intimacy but can't with her, she makes a scandal out of everything. She's horrified, you're freer.
That definitely stirred up her insides, she kept eating as if nothing was wrong, and their life continued.
With increasing danger, father and daughter became more companions, more friends. The last days of partying went to the cinema, McDonalds, and wherever her daughter wanted, they watched movies and TV on the couch, sometimes played video games, until they danced to the rhythm of the music, she loved reggaeton even though he hated it, laughed and talked almost like a couple of tortoises, another thing that changed, there are certain details of intimacy: In the early days, as always happens, when Rocío had to change or was left in her underwear to sleep, she would ask her father to turn around with emphasis until she covered herself with the sheets of her new bed, but lately it wasn't just walking around in a bathrobe through the house, sometimes she undressed in her own room while he read without warning him, nor caring about his presence, he clearly didn't look at her, but his peripheral vision kept screaming for him to take a glance at that perfect silhouette.
They also didn't stop training, and when it rained, which was common in March, she trained indoors.
Doesn't it bother you that I train in a bra? She said when he found her doing squats against the window of the balcony, before the torrential rain. I feel more free.
As you like, nena... it's your home. And served himself a cup in the kitchen, away from her, noticing how badly his tone had come out, seemed an old green one. He preferred to have breakfast alone at the kitchen table, stuck to the washing machine (It was a tiny apartment, kitchen and laundry with a balcony, and living room and dining room all in one, but two medium-sized rooms with a bathroom in the middle)
As if he didn't want it, while the rain fell. Against the Christ and thought about the nap that was going to come, barely heard her daughter's training, imagined someone seeing her from the building across the street going up and down with those generous breasts, that round and beautiful ass so favored by the tight pants she wore. He felt dirty thinking such a thing, extremely sexist about the fruit of his seed, and believed he should distract himself with TV.
- Pa, do you help me? - Like a servant was there instantly, wanting her to hold his legs for sit-ups. This only made his confused mind more and more perverse.
- Five... six... seven... - And saw that flat and hard belly go up and down again and again... - Twelve... thirteen... fourteen...
- Don't hurt yourself, do it slowly... - But it was the worst advice in the world, doing it slowly looked and sounded better. The counting became a faint girl's whimpering, barely audible, while he did it with his eyes closed so she could see him. What was he doing?
Finally, the training ended, but not the seduction.
- Touch me, I'm getting too hard for that.
And it wasn't just hard, having her half-naked, with those pants that were going to give her an infarction, with her legs halfway open, bringing his hand towards her stomach, was making something else hard. He didn't know why he did it, but he caressed her belly with devotion, with both hands, as if he were applying a cream, feeling good her muscles, from the lower belly, putting his fingers lightly under her skirt, to her ribs.
- You have incredible abs, Ro, I wish I had some like that.
- Well, they don't appear alone, come on, get comfortable and I'll help you...
- It won't... it's at the fart
- Come on! What about the fart? If you like exercise, a little every day will do you good... - He recommended while putting on a tiny sweater.- Come on, take off. - Like a ventriloquist's doll obediently He taken off his sneakers, put on a muscular one in front of her and threw himself. Maybe everything was in his dirty mind, after years of taking pictures of women pretending to be high schoolers, and other more morbid situations. Once I even photographed two models posing as sisters, not exactly convent sisters.
As soon as he started helping him, he knew he was wrong, she in her perversion, didn't support herself with her knees or hands like anyone would, sat down with her ass on his feet, with her legs forward, and leaned back so that her tits rested comfortably on her knees, so that he could feel their weight all over his glory.
- This way you're really holding me tight and don't move, it's important not to move the whole body... - But what was really important was that those ass cheeks were on his bare feet and those tits on his knees. I tried to concentrate on my abs so the blood wouldn't rush to my groin, but it was like trying to stop a wave with your hand.
His daughter was holding her legs less and less, slowing down little by little, so her feet were getting closer and closer to her little mound marked by those stockings... her eyes would completely divert each time she lifted up her tits and then looked at his eyes that were looking at him with sweetness, until with each flexion, her feet would lift up and only touch the vagina of her little one. With each abdominal, it gave a thud to her most erogenous zone, and I swear she started closing her eyes to enjoy it.
- Come on, you're just 15, stop at 20.- Although he didn't want to stop ever, he stopped at 20 completely exhausted, although mostly confused and scared. What could this end like?
His daughter opened her legs slightly, and his hands advanced towards... her belly. A relief, I thought it was something else ¿Or did I want that to happen? As always before the perversions, I didn't know if I was prepared for them or not, no matter how attractive they presented themselves. It's going to take him a while to get hard, but since you're skinny, you won't have any problems... - He explained as he caressed her, and was getting close to an erection that the mesh underwear didn't hide very well, she noticed it, looked at him and...
The savior phone rang. Rocío put a hand on his entire penis while helping herself up, feeling its hardness, and being silly went to answer it. José also acted silly and got up in a hurry to get away from that erotic game.
- Okay lady, please wait a second... - And he gave her the phone - They're speaking English, I don't understand much.
When they spoke English, it only meant one thing: Dollars.
That day ended roundly. Those two models from a foreign company were looking for a photographer with urgency because the one they had disappeared and they owed a session to a recognized page. They settled with the bank account and all the formalities, her attentive ear helped her perceive that they were desperate to make the session.
- They're going to come tomorrow to take very daring photos, they want a hot between-the-sheets session, something like a milf with her young partner or daughter, something suggestive. Don't you get sick?
- Nha, I think they call it cougar, everyone has their tastes. What nerves for? They must be really good, I'm going to see a live session for the first time.
- You're not going to see them. - He closed sharply - I'll give you money to leave or something, I have to work quietly and don't want you to see those girls, your mom would kill me if she found out.
- What? No, I want to see, so I can learn, I'm already big, you said...
- It's not up for discussion. Go with friends, go to the movies, where you want, but get back by at least two. I'll give you money, don't worry about it.
- I don't want to leave, nor money, I just want to see how you work, that's all, I've already seen cuties live. What are you so scared of?
- That's enough Rocío, I know how to do my job, don't mess with me.
- After a few hours he felt very bad for having retorted and they ate in silence. The ... head was giving him a thousand turns, first because of the training session that was almost an erotic massage, the well-paid job offer, the fight, and the idea that if his ex found out he was seeing a session like this, he'd kill him. Anyway, he has a dude with hidden porn magazines, he shouldn't be so puritan, after all, thanks to me his son is getting laid. Is it bad that he sees it? If he's interested in photography? I'm scaring myself shitless- Ro...
- What's up?
- You can stay, but I have to ask the models if they don't mind, which I don't think they will, but just in case.
- The little angel on his left shoulder had won over the soft one on his right.
The girl leaned over the table to hug him in gratitude, probably more for having won the bet than for being interested in the session itself.
- You're the best pa, I'm not going to mess around at all, I swear-
Kissing him repeatedly on the cheek.- Ugh, don't get my tits dirty...-She had put them in the Russian salad. Luckily, she was able to clean up and didn't ask him to. It wasn't easy for her lately.
The hours passed very quickly, and she looked nervous about the project. She spent some time drawing flowers and things, but needed to release energy and put on Play 2.
- Do you know they're going by the 4?
- Do you know how much that crap costs?
- I didn't say anything, papu...
They went to sleep again, and she took off her sweater without telling him to put on that holey thing called pajamas, and slowly took off her leggings, with her booty pointing at him, and this time she looked at him carefully to see if he was bothered, having a tiny pair of underwear that fit very poorly over his so appetizing butt.
- With that money, I'll buy you decent sleepwear...
- Don't waste your money on nonsense, save up for a Play 4-
She suggested while taking off her bra with the sweater still on-Came to her pa and gave him goodnight kiss-Hasta mañana papi. Don't read until late that the light bothered me.
- You sleep sweet girl, he...- He said making himself bad.
The truth is that he was also nervous. All morning he stayed alone preparing the photography set. He moved furniture from his house to the studio and arranged it for when the models arrived at 8 pm. He tested each focus, lamps, reviewed the memory of each camera, batteries, lenses, and everything was in optimal condition. He liked it when there were no surprises, now he could eat quietly and buy snacks for the girls, always being well seen to feed them so they would come back on their own.
His cell phone rang, it was his daughter, she would have lunch with a friend and seemed perfect to be quiet before starting. Should he tell her something about what was happening at home? It was better not to think about that, when she went to art classes and he returned to intense work, there wouldn't be time for nonsense. Everything would go back to being like before.
An hour before 8 pm, Ro arrived, announcing herself, and asked to enter the bathroom to pee despite her father being in the shower. He refused, not wanting to be disturbed before work.
- Give it up! It's nothing! What am I going to see?
- Well, it passes...- The bathroom was small, with a glass cubicle for the shower, without a bathtub or luxurious things, the toilet was beside him, and his daughter sat down. He and she only saw each other's silhouettes. He wondered if he wanted to see her naked as much as she did him, just out of curiosity, although it was his daughter, she was still very beautiful and all a woman.
- Dad, have you ever appeared in photos?
Urinating was taking too long. He wondered if he had time, after that training session, could he expect anything.
- No, daughter, each to their own, I've photographed couples doing it, but I have to do my thing.
- But never wanted to join in or something like that?
- Although the people of that environment are quite promiscuous in that sense, not. always grab with every moving thing, after finishing the work each one does their own thing most of the time Ro. To be professional in this business, with this loose crowd, it's better to stay calm-minded, but I won't deny you had your adventures...
- I imagine, seeing such minons and you unable to pull your hand out of the camera...
- See Rocío why didn't you want me to get involved? These things eat away at your head if you're not prepared...
- Yes, of course pa, I'm 12 years old.- She laughed and finally listened to the sound of toilet paper cleaning her sex, the chain and the door.
Finally, the models arrived, she greeted them in English and then they politely greeted Rocío, who was dressed very discreetly by luck, not wanting to draw attention or give a feeling that didn't correspond.
The profiles were very recognizable although they weren't yet dressed for the session. The bigger woman, over 40, very busty, goddess of red hair, was one of those with rare names: Phoenix Marie, very well-known in the field, and her prey, a young and petite girl with an innocent profile, blue eyes and fair skin, was more novice, called Molly Maddission.
- Hello Darling...- The infernal milf greeted her daughter.
- Howdy cute... I'm Molly...- Introduced herself to her the second one, the man noticed she seemed apathetic, maybe she was tired from the trip or the known night in Buenos Aires.
- Welcome... Im Rocío.- Ro said in his high school English.
Instantly José explained the situation and presented his daughter not as such, but as an apprentice, they nodded at every moment, and Ro noticed this.
- Well Ro, they don't have any problem, so you can see, you know, don't do anything that bothers them, they should feel comfortable while doing their thing.
- Yes, I know, stay calm.
- Please want to serve something to eat? - Showing them the trays with cold cuts, masses and various delicious things. It's Argentine meat, trust me, it's delicious…
Both took some small cubes of meat and tasted them with immediate nods of approval and continued to do so while talking to each other. Although the smallest one, when she had a cube of cheese stuck in her mouth, stumbled, her gaze was lost and didn't respond to any questions.
- Are you alright? Something happens?
Suddenly she fainted, falling onto the food table. Immediately, José took her and carried her to the sofa, opened the window and called emergency services. The other model spoke to Rocío excitedly, unable to understand anything. She was intolerant of lactose, but it seemed unlikely that she wouldn't realize she was eating cheese.
- Run Ro, she needs air…
While putting a pillow around her neck and fanning her with a newspaper, the blonde explained the situation more calmly as she blinked and slowly came to.
- What's happening?
- She said she's on a diet, and doesn't eat well, we were partying last night, and not eating or sleeping is what this is.
The situation was a mess, so much care in the preparations for such a screw-up, luckily Molly woke up slowly and said she felt weak. She intuited that her blood pressure had dropped. The nurses arrived quickly and while taking her blood pressure, they snapped like library mice. They presumed she also had very low blood pressure and anemia, so they took her to a more in-depth observation. Phoenix sat down.
She was in a predicament, having orders to take photos of couples and couldn't do individual ones because it was precisely for a lesbian page featuring women of different ages. She was very worried, asked for something to drink and Ro brought her soda, the model looked at her strangely.
- Better open a bottle of Frizz Love…
The love slipped out unintentionally. A while later she came back with a more suitable drink for their troubles and the woman took it eagerly. They talked about the complicated situation they were in, the money from the session already having been... transferred and were waiting for the photos by mail without fail until tomorrow at risk of being fired if they didn't do it, since they needed to go through an editing process and be published. The women had been delayed due to the previous photographer's grave lack of professionalism, who had notified them a week late.
José told him he was thinking of something, if the internet site didn't give them time, then he should call a local model. So he started browsing his contacts on his phone quite lost. A familiar hand stopped him.
- No way, I have an idea, let me do it. I can do the job, I have no problem.- He expressed to Phoenix to see if he agreed and had his early support.
- Are you sure honey? That would save me, I can show you the tricks of the job in a blink.
- Don't say nonsense Rocío, are you crazy? It's for a strong site.
- It's just getting naked, I'll dare, please-
And started a new discussion that made no sense, with that girl it was always like that, he couldn't impose his authority. And Phoenix was sticking to the wound.
- She has the perfect shape, the right profile for the job, if she wants to learn, it's a right situation…
- Sorry, excuse me, Rocío, come with me.- Although I tried to put on an angry face so that she would stop insisting, I was really worried and wanted to resolve the work, she noticed it immediately.
Together they went to the room, and she immediately took him by the hands and explained her point.
- Why are you going to complicate things by calling? With all you've done to make this go well, desperate because a cutie that looks like a girl answers, comes, and undresses... if I can help you, I'll dare, please…
- You're going to have to see me naked, it's not nonsense.- And she put her hand on his chest.
- What about the other day? We already know each other, don't give it so much importance, overcome shyness, besides, look at it as a professional act with the American, she was enthusiastic. Thinks you say yes and everything gets resolved for you, she and the other poor girl...
Didn't know they had those enigmatic eyes that convinced him like a mentalist, and accepted the impossible. He told her to dress suggestively but not too much because it was his turn to play the captive of the older woman, a bit more innocent one, so if he had to touch her, he would, and if he had to kiss her, he would. He felt like a football player in a final match where he was losing, a type of nervous that gives ten thousand instructions per minute. He wanted to give her the most tips collected over years and years of work.
- I'll do my best effort, don't tell me anything else if we're not wasting time, whatever you want, I'll do it for you, you accepted me here, thank you. - And he kissed her very close to the corner of her mouth, leaving his hot lips there for a second more.
With his heart in his mouth and nervous like a sieve, he went to the living room to give the news to the model.
He explained something nervous that he was changing to start, and that as it was totally inexperienced, he needed guidance. The woman showed relief, and started taking clothes out of her purse and went to the bathroom. José opted to give the final touches to the study and Phoenix arrived a little later, dressed like a high-class wife: A super tight red dress, jewelry, and an infarcting neckline.
He explained to Phoenix that his student was about to arrive, and the woman showed gratitude for his gesture while admiring the set, it was a wall with paintings, a desk, and various borrowed props from his contacts, and others from his own department.
A little later, Rocío entered the scene, beautiful as never before and dressed in an ideal way, she had a sense of smell to put on a tight shirt, very suitable, a skirt that looked like a student's, high socks, and a discreet hairstyle. She seemed like a typical piano student or daughter from a sanctimonious family who in XXX movies ends up sprawled and fuller of meat than the refrigerator butcher. Having those thoughts at work was normal, but having them about his daughter, he didn't know, anyway she had crawled into that and would think worse things when seeing more meat...
- You're precious, Ro, look, I'll explain what's going on with the plan, the scene is like this, she'll harass you, it's the lady who likes girls, you'll show confusion but at the same time curiosity, at first you'll resist a bit, then things will heat up and end as you imagine. Phoenix will direct you - Did you understand?
- Perfect, okay... And walking onto the set receiving praise from the actress - Thank you, are we starting? Can I get over there, José?- Almost makes a mistake, he gave the thumbs up and the flashes started.
- Perfect Ro, let's act... like this, very well, they move and stay, they move and stay... like this...
With the camera in hand, the girls started posing and he capturing key moments. The blonde approached the brunette, took her by the hips, and posed together.
Ro understood the situation, avoiding with a distracted look making herself difficult, then if she looked at her harasser, and let herself be taken by the hand, Phoenix kissed her hand, and brought her closer to his voluptuous body once more, she rejected him again, but the blonde put her hand on her hip.
- Very good... now Ro look at her fixedly, now make yourself interested, you like what you see... very well...
The scenes followed each other, every now and then Phoenix would indicate something in clear English or take her and adjust her like a mannequin. The session was going quickly, the man was calm.
- You try it a little bit too Ro, very well, on the waist, like this, lift up your skirt a little... not all heart, slowly...
So, Phoenix with his sensual legs exposed, attacked the young girl with kisses on her neck leaving lip marks, in the first compromising situation for Rocío, since the woman was starting to lift up her mini-skirt to caress her young legs. Ro put an expression submissive and returned the kisses, it was a blow by blow. Very hot ladies, very hot... now touch her bra, a little. The blonde, survivor of several battles, sat at the desk, put Ro between her legs and held him with them, and with firm hands began to play with her still hidden breasts, expectant, while the young girl let herself be teased playful, with a face of pleasure. José couldn't believe it, he was about to see his daughter's tits, those forbidden tits that had grown so much in recent years, the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoning and the milf was passing her hand over her worked belly. Enjoying her juvenile abdominals. Like possessed by the enchanting perfume of the woman, Ro turned his neck looking for those obscene lips that started to eat her mouth. José couldn't believe it, he was photographing his daughter's lips, outraged by that experienced mouth in masculine entertainment that doubled her age. If there had been a thermometer in the room, it would have spilled all its mercury when she lowered the bra straps from her shoulders and discovered those so designed nipples. While the woman continued to kiss her, her nipples pointed at the man, paralyzed by the impact, he recovered before the bra fell completely, and captured those skilled hands that pinched with ease those bells increasingly pointed. It was noticeable that they hurt because of the face of suffering she held, squeezing them hard and stretching them like wanting to milk her. His direction got tangled, he was nervous, the photographs no longer had the same quality because his pulse was trembling, his hands were sweating like a false witness, he couldn't bear to see his little girl like that, one thing was the romantic game of training, exhibition, and sarcastic comment, but this was like going from first to sixth in a raid, and the first to feel it, was his pants. His erection made it difficult for him to position himself and Besides, his brief was so tight that it was beating with force.
Now you Phoenix, show some flesh, you know... very good.- He actually wanted to focus the spotlight on the milf instead of her daughter for a moment.
The experienced cougar took Rocío's hands and led them to her breasts, and she obediently lowered her dress in several steps to reveal those hanging melons... then received an audible whisper in her ear... suck my tits.
The girl went straight to those different, brown, and enormous nipples, punished by more mouths than a roasted leg of lamb in Africa, and salivary trains that crossed their center, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them. Those were breasts that had seen so many things, while Ro's back was being presented to the world for the first time when she took off her shirt. Her daughter was getting braver and kissing her breasts, even giving her a couple of loud sucks.
It started to look like a porn movie more than a photo shoot.
-I like it, very well, do it like a robot Rocío, like the robot dance, you move, you stop, you move, you stop, so I can capture every moment, like... very well.
-Don't make me laugh, José said.
The session continued, and as is customary, the chronological order of a conditioned movie followed: Romance, kisses, breasts in the air, and it was necessary to pass on to one of the last steps; orifices, which people paid to see on those credit card-eating pages.
-Very sexy, keep going... very good that...- He encouraged while they kissed again and Ro grabbed her breasts with her hands. She started to control herself and get used to the sight of those turgid and familiar breasts in the air, being kissed and caressed by hands full of rings- It's like you're weighing them, balance them... very well love.
-Love? Was he saying love again to his daughter? He couldn't stop thinking for a second, after a new whisper Ro finished lowering her dress to reveal her erotic lingerie matching set.
-You can touch me right there Darling... Indicating her ass and everything underneath it, since her Booty was standing still demanding attention, and Rocío incredibly wasn't holding back. She passed her hands as if greasing that ass, and played with the tiny thread of the thong, lifting it up and down. José had seen very few models do those tricks without being told.
- Well, now it's time for the night... - He thought, as if to finish, since he'd taken tons of photos and should have five excellent ones per good moment.
- Slowly pull down your thong, leave it halfway, so it can be seen, and then take it off.
Her daughter obeyed, passed a hand behind her to have one hand on each side and undress those large and firm buttocks, accustomed to pleasing savage and rabid men. The game intensified little by little, and she opened them up to reveal her punished orifices from years of abuse and punishment. José loved photographing that perfect anus, big as a mouth, it was without a doubt a truck, one of those minons that don't come often.
- Show my pussy. - And the woman turned around, lifted a leg, and indicated for him to get closer to her vagina. Ro touched it with some modesty, looking at the camera and the woman, opening and closing her depilated lips to show the wet orifice. Phoenix followed insisting that he come closer, and Ro brought her tongue to the clitoris.
- And thanks to God, heaven, and all his saints, she didn't dare touch it, because her balls were pumping independently, and she couldn't resist so much excitement. Simulating oral sex was enough, they'd already touched each other enough.
- Very good ladies, we're finishing... - He said as a farewell, just about to put away the camera, when the impatient milf decided to show off the young girl in all her glory, got down on her knees to pull down her skirt.
- Wait, we have an excellent Argentine meat right here, we have to show her to the world.
If by seeing her daughter's tits almost gave him a heart attack, What came next felt like the fall of a lightning bolt in his groin. Phoenix started playing with Ro's buttocks, caressing them, touching them, with his lustful face beside them... he was massaging her daughter's white underwear and buttocks.
Until as it was natural, the handcuffed hands lowered the panties a little, until the birth of her tiny ass crack, revealing the bare and firm tiny ass. Because she was caressing and squeezing (leaving her fingerprints), she liked the firmness of that young backside. He put his hands on the base of the butt and lifted it up, feeling its pulpy but firm consistency. Luckily, her underwear was tightly fastened and didn't show anything.
- What a lovely ass, let's show some young asshole.- And as he warned her, he opened her tiny ass wide open.
José lowered the camera, freezing in shock at how far they had gone.
- Are you okay?- Ro asked him, turning around with a lost look on her face and her asterisk in first place. It was a precious orifice, like one that many men would want their partner's to be, small, discreet, simple, almost grayish, a brushstroke of art.
- No, I'm fine, good.- He placed the camera at the ready.- It's just that I had to make some adjustments... now we're finishing. Last shots, ladies, we are finishing.- He announced, because he couldn't take it anymore, so he took what men wanted to see, that young bum exposed, immortalized by his professional camera, shown with pride to the world, before Phoenix attacked him with her long and luxurious fingers.
After several poses with his daughter exposed in such a way, he managed to finish before she showed her vagina, which he wouldn't have been able to resist. Ro adjusted her clothes, put on her shirt while Phoenix didn't stop thanking them both for their commitment.
It was just eleven o'clock, José would have sworn it was past three. After the model left (giving Rocío a nod and congratulating her on the work), both of them returned to being Alone, and sat on the couch, enjoying the peace, he felt exposed and defenseless to what his daughter had in store for him. He simply couldn't contain himself, unable to tell her no, make her stop playing with him, and after those photo sessions, he knew everything was just beginning.
The little one sat next to him on the couch.
- Don't feel bad, Dad, you were really professional and I learned a lot. It wasn't that hard in the end, although your mouth had a lot of rush.
- I'll pay you from my salary, Ro, what you did is a huge favor, nameless.
- The money doesn't matter to me, I'm going to take a bath, then I'll tell you what's on my mind. Don't go to bed late. Bye.- Giving him a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Luckily, she realized he was down and gave up her intentions.
- To hell with the rush...
And left it like that, with the certainty that he would collect the favor in an unusual way. How could he give back? How could he return to the normal state they were in at the beginning? What had happened? Was he to blame?
He selected the 15 best photos, arranged them, and sent them in the indicated format to the indicated address. Seeing his daughter passionately delivered to the forty-year-old in the final result didn't help cure his chronic erection. They immediately sent him a message on the cell phone. His work was done, and the money in the bank had already been earned. Rocío had gone to bed, and there was only one way he could sleep: Ahogando dudes crudos en el inodoro.
Ro slept with his usual clothes, with the tiny ass up. It was incredible that he knew exactly how he looked under those clothes, very perverse also that he thought something like that, when in reality, he saw her born and always saw her naked as a little girl without the slightest hint of depravity. Exhausted, he fell asleep, and soon his daughter wrapped him in a warm hug.
- I'd like you to take pictures of me... I want to be your model, dad.- Required adjusting herself next to him like a very jilted lover. He didn't resist, on the contrary, he wrapped her up more, until he felt the delicious smell of her skin and hair.
- I accept, but one more artistic session, I want you to notice your natural beauty and youth, nothing too common.
- I accept. Thanks, dad...- And she fell asleep next to him, comforted. What she felt for him was undeniable, it was like covering the sun with her fingers, her love for him had taken an unexpected turn.
Everything happened very quickly. The next day they didn't go out to exercise, no, the girl was in a hurry, she wanted to resolve the issue of her photo shoots before starting to work and losing him in overwhelming hours. José paid off his debt to his daughter without complaining. From early on, she came out of the bathroom ready, with her mouth painted red, a green emerald shirt, a very loose jean, and a beautiful hairstyle; already prepared, she dedicated a little spin to her father. That was what she wanted, photographing herself naked alone with dad.
- I ask you one last time, are you sure? Look, if they buy them, which is likely, thousands of guys all over the world will see you, and you'll be very exposed.
- If that's what I want, if it sells, we both win, and it serves me to pay for my studies.
- Well, here...
The set was beautiful, but not a single cent could outdo her beauty, she walked across the photographic space, which this time was the living room of the house with some accessories from the last session, so that it seemed like a luxurious apartment. But no detail could overshadow Rocío's perfect figure.
The flashes didn't take long to devour her, although she decided to use natural light because it suited her better, so that in the photos you can appreciate the trigueño color of her perfect skin.
She was free, but at the same time, discreet, posing with a lot of naturalness and he didn't have to tell her anything, since Ro was now directing the baton. Sensuality increased with each ... “click” of his tool, and when the girl let her shirt drop a little to reveal the curvature of her breasts, what would make noise was his hard-on.
Neither an iron chastity belt would stop the log that was rising from his crotch, to make matters worse, she had already noticed it, in fact, she wasn't taking her eyes off the instrument that had created her.
It was too much love to contain in images, they were devouring each other with their gaze, and he especially with the camera lens. He wouldn't take long to lose his jeans and inner clothes, capturing every stage of her undressing discreetly, without showing anything yet. And for the first time, Rocío revealed her crotch in elegant poses, very little by little, making him desire it, like a curtain that slowly and discreetly descends, first the lens caught sight of her beautiful, short, and prolix pubis, which must be a delight to touch... and then, in slightly bolder poses, the delicious opening of her sex was exposed.
In the man's head, an orchestra of angels was playing while he couldn't help but immortalize her in ecstasy. He didn't know how much time it lasted or how many photos he took, because like a kiss, that naked body stole reality itself and abstracted him from everything. At one point, the top of his head got tired and decided to put away the camera.
- Let's eat something, and set up the folder while the delivery arrives. We're done.
- Wait, I want to see on the camera...
Getting closer to him as she went through the photos (which were 65), she had no qualms about avoiding contact between her bare breasts and his arm. Her skin electrified at the contact of his firm nipples, which pressed against him without caring.
- Better let's eat, get dressed Ro, while I order something.
- They're really good, something tells me they'll buy them...
- They know me and you came out a goddess, besides they always look for young and new models those vultures, you told me that's for sure.
José knew how it would all end, although he controlled himself with a irrepressible enthusiasm to recover the normality of his life, when he passed the photos to the PC next to her, knew he had a rough diamond at home. - I can't believe you made me in part, you're so beautiful, I don't think you have a part of me. She smiled smugly, showing false innocence. - I'm glad it's over, although now with last night and today I'm half tired. How about you? - Yes, something- Lied, actually he was at a thousand- After we took a nap, do you want to? - Okay.- And she hugged him tightly, although in reality, José knew he was hugging his destiny, which capricious, had given him a daughter as a lover. The session had left them hungry, they attacked an anchovy pizza and another with cantimpalo and ham that gave cramps. They talked about how the next day their fun would be over, each one starting their own routine. - It doesn't have to be routine, dad.- Catching the cheese strings of a portion with her tongue.- We're together now, we can make everything more bearable. The man understood it perfectly, with her at home, there was no work he couldn't endure. Finally, after closing a cycle of a life moderately normal, turbulent in its last hours, José finished washing the dishes and entered his room determined to embrace his destiny. Rocio slept on the bed facing the door, passed by his side feeling a caress from her, and closed the blinds but not completely, so that rays of light could enter the room gently. Finally, he threw himself onto the large bed to the right of hers, facing her daughter's bed. He lay on his back in boxers, waiting for the move that, ultimately, wanted to happen, and it happened. He felt the mattress sinking, some bare legs grasping his hips and an index finger resting on his lips to indicate silence. No words were needed, except those of pleasure. His mind went blank and he let himself be carried away with tears of strangeness coming out of his eyes, his little girl, the fruit of her womb had grown and chosen her progenitor for those perversion games. Or were they tears of happiness?
Firstly, they rubbed their genitals rhythmically. Her underwear was soaked, made a puddle, seemed to want to lubricate it more than to masturbate it. He didn't lag behind, palping her breast with his eyes closed, wearing that worn-out robe he used for sleeping, caressing its contours with softness, feeling all her figure, and then her tits above, feeling in his palms those firm and charming breasts barely protected by a thin and worn-out fabric. The nipples were so swollen that he could take them outside and pinch them through the fabric. It didn't take long for him to remove that robe to see her naked, with the scarce light from the window illuminating one side of her.
Her large hands were very sweaty and while massaging those tits, it didn't solve, on the contrary, she felt like her wet hands were lubricating them, leaving them shining and moist with water from her dad's paprika, sinking her into an ecstasy of moans. Each caress doubled those hard nipples like analog sticks, feeling them in his fingertips and squeezing them as if he wanted to get cum out of them. That idea gave him a kick in the head.
Rocío leaned completely over him to kiss him, to feel that mouth naturally. She even recognized the flavors of the strong pizza they had lunch at, the anchovies, the cantimpalo... the sauce. The kiss became deeper and deeper, she wanted to feel until the apple puree that made her a baby, their tongues entwining like snakes while the man's hands caressed her back and went down to those beautiful buttocks.
She squeezed and stretched them, enjoying them more than Phoenix had done the other day, feeling them in all their glory. She moved forward, placing her vagina on his stomach, so he could reach her tits with his mouth and her Booty with his hands better. They were minutes staring at each other with mutual devotion, very close, while he sucked her breasts in a monotonous manner. Melted like two, it didn't take long for one of them to slide his finger across the moistened seam to make contact with her sex and enter it with his experienced hands at pressing triggers.
Her little moans became more sublime, and that was a word that defined her perfection, everything about her was sublime, she was her best work, and she wanted to admire it forever. Like a contortionist, she went back to lower his boxers while her fingers continued to auto-lubricate her. The juice from her vulva mixed with the excessive sweat of those hands, and every now and then she would wipe them off on her breasts, leaving them oily and salty.
Her fingers felt her virginity at the limit of removing it, making very humid sounds, retreating three soaked fingers, dripping, and using them to moisten his glans to finish preparing the terrain. She, as bold as she was, in front of him and over him, planted both feet on the bed, at the height of the man's hip, lifted her hips over his knees, positioned the penis, and let herself fall slowly onto the very slow-held neck of her father, without breaking eye contact with him.
Her vulva slowly wrapped around the penis, she was a strong girl to hold this pose, which required balance, strength in her legs and arms... so that her hip wouldn't cause an excessive and quick penetration, she was holding onto her father's neck, and like a swing, she let herself go back and forth to introduce the erect member until its head... it seemed like a mouth eating the glans and spitting it out, eating it and spitting it out...
- Let yourself fall in love, just a little more, daddy takes care of you... - Holding her tight by the buttocks. She couldn't take it anymore, her cock was beating so hard that if they didn't give her what she wanted, their testicles were going to burst.
- Good, but just a little at a time... it hurts. Aaahhhm ahhhhmmm... slow... mmm. - Her moans intermingled with words and sounds. his father's.
Felt a sum of liquids against her red head, some was the flow and other content was the bloody flesh that indicated she would never be a virgin again. The tiny remnants of her hymen were still stuck to his penis and were being dragged along her vagina, without her bothering at all... since it was giving in little by little, it started coming loose from her neck, so that it would be her father who had total control of the situation.
- Do you support me? Not yet, all at once-
Halfway there was fine, the man had already felt his penis loading up four times.
- Of course, my love, Dad won't let go...-
And he kept pumping with greater difficulty due to the position, to explain it clearly, she was sitting like little girls do when they pee in the street but with her legs further forward, and the only thing preventing her from falling completely back onto his penis were her father's large and strong hands. Or like the scarf pose, except with her feet on the floor and her hands around her neck, all the weight was on her hip.
Her muscles reacted as if in a limiting situation, to resist more intensely the situation, her daughter became an object he manipulated at will, little by little, started letting her fall and lifting her up with incredible speed. She was a heavy girl due to her perfect height and firm flesh, his penis felt it, and let it out so that all the liquid that had formed in her vagina would flow down the venous trunk like a cement mixer pouring its mixture.
- Now Dad is going to put it all in you, are you ready?
- Yes, I'm ready...-
And she kissed him desperately, rubbing her sloppy mouth against his. Little by little, making a display of extraordinary force, he let her fall and the hardened glans opened the way to the uterus, although only three-quarters had entered, like when one saves meat for Christmas, there was too much meat and not enough room in the fridge...
Her daughter let out an uncontrollable whimper against his ear. Making it hurt, but the treatment was that everything would go in.
- That thing you feel pressed against my cock is your love cervix, we can put it in a bit more...
- It hurts a lot...
He kissed her for a while to calm her down, while he penetrated her rhythmically without inserting the remaining quarter.
- This is the first time, my love, it always hurts... - And then, he slid it all the way in. The girl screamed and he felt like he had gone too far, the top of her vagina was sunken to receive the entire penis until their beautiful pubes got tangled up and their testicles met the anus face-to-face. She squeezed his neck without being able to contain herself, and he trusted that it was just a matter of habit, so he went back to pumping for total enjoyment of his fallo.
- You're breaking me, daddy. Do you want to blow my pussy?
- It's normal, my love – Humility is everything - It's just that you're all new, stay calm, trust papa, and in a little while you'll enjoy it.
- Because... me... hurts... much... - She expressed between moans of pain.
- You chose this advanced position, which is very good, but has its things, you'll get used to it.
- If we change?
- No, my love, the pose is perfect, just let yourself go, papa regulates the speed, and when you like it, I'll put in fifth, and we'll finish...
And after fifteen minutes that felt like an eternity for her, improvement began, which he had been expecting. Every second he was watching her face, waiting for her to change her expression, attentive to her whimpers, waiting for her to whimper again, since he had put in the hundred percent, and she suffered it, and he also, in part. Every now and then, little spurts of fluid were left out to evacuate the area, relieve it of so much blood pressure and fallic pressure, and at the same time, lubricate more and more. She was so tight that she felt her veins pulsating like hearts against the dilated cavities of her daughter, and another pleasant sensation was that the juice from her pussy, while he was quiet, was dripping down his scrotum without restraint, passing through each hair and wrinkle, until it reached her anus, soaking the man. from a strange pleasure. Now between her buttocks there was a pool of pre-seminal fluid and flow, and of course, the remnants of the hymen.
Finally, it was she who began to loosen her embrace, letting herself fall like at the beginning, the girl took charge and started enjoying, the man loaded the gun again and again, prepared to deliver the final shot that was about to arrive. There was a commotion building between the moans, her buttocks hitting his thighs and the springs of the mattress, finally adding the 7B's ripping sound hitting the wall with the broom.
-mmmahhha mmmmahha mmmmahhhaaa...- She started singing, that, plus the abrasive contact of her vaginal walls was enough to make him come like he hadn't come in years. In a way as abundant and thick as it was, he left the passive role between snorting like a bull to lift his hip, arching his column, lifting it all up, penetrating her 130 percent, squeezing his testicles against his back until they hurt.
She ended with a lot of flow, and emitted a guttural, ronco cry from her mouth, leaving her as if dead against him, quiet, with her heart racing at a thousand while stretching her legs to get comfortable, her crotch still complaining. Now she was the woman of papa, and he felt like the protagonist of the movie Lolita, just as his head lit up again, his penis returned to a well-deserved rest, bathed in semen and natural lubricant.
-I couldn't believe it, I never thought when you arrived at my apartment that something like this would happen.- His thoughts whirled back like tornadoes ten minutes after being quiet.- I changed your diapers, cleaned your ass until seven, took you to your first day of school, I went two weeks ago to enroll you in art school. Did I do something wrong?
His daughter lifted her head, gave him a reassuring nod, and looked at him.
-I didn't think so when I arrived either. I didn't come with the idea of screwing you, but the truth is that it passed very well...and went off like any other couple, not '- Seek a reason, neither you nor I were, we both were.
- We're father and daughter, it's not that small of a thing, as everything led us to this. I'm scared.
- If incest exists for something, it doesn't have anything bad about it. It has nothing wrong with doing it when we need each other most, and I prefer it was you before anyone else...
- But daughter, how do you see yourself in ten years telling your husband that your first time was with your father?
- What's going to happen will happen, I now want to be with you. If my boyfriend has to have an open head and understand it was beautiful anyway. I want to be your Lolita.
- There, little one, you're giving me a scare... - Looking at the ceiling, faithful witness to her perdition and tormented soul.
- Now I want to fall asleep like this... on top of you. Do you mind?
- No, my love, you don't bother me - Kissing his forehead, remnants of his old role as father - sleep, baby.
Five minutes passed and...
-Ro, let's take a shower then...
- Yes, that's what I wanted to say but didn't know how, I can't take this anymore...
The two laughed despite everything. She came out better off despite her youth, because it was clear she was more determined to embark on that forbidden adventure, her father, perhaps more thoughtful due to a whole story weighing him down, still opposing resistances but with a cotton shield, nothing the charms of Rocío and her increasingly good photography sessions could avoid each night.
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Separations are always hard, and even more so when you don't have enough money, and then the couple decided to split the maintenance, with each of them keeping one of their daughters under their roof.The single father and young man named José, despite having a small apartment and a professional photographer's salary that was expected to progress, decided to give his new tenant the thumbs up.
His daughter Rocío entered with grace and hugged him affectionately. She wore gym clothes, a cotton jacket, and shirts with sloppy prints, and few accessories.
- It's very small, but comfortable, right? And I notice the loose clothing you brought, while he was entering two enormous bags.
- That's what they usually say, don't worry, we're close to everything, you'll be spending more time outside than inside, I won't bother you like your mother did.
- You mean that? Thanks, Dad! - She exclaimed, hugging him again. - You always let me do what I want, so I told Mom I wanted to come. She suffocates me.
- It's very absorbent, yes, at 18 Ro, you have to get out and enjoy yourself, as long as you're careful, I won't bother you.
Come here, this is your room...
The apartment was tiny, the man had thought of putting her in his photography studio, where there were lamps, tripods, lights, and boxes with everything needed for a modeling set.
- These days I have free time, so I can move everything to the living room...
But Rocío had already gone and was in her room.
- It's a shame to occupy your workspace, and you don't have space in the dining area. Imagine if the models always come and see that it's all cramped...
- And where do you want to sleep?
She dragged the bags to her room and left them there.
- I'll sleep on the floor here, don't worry, as long as I have a wall for myself, everything will be fine.
- Actually, Ro, I have no problem, I just want... be comfortable? Don't you think you'll be better off in the photo room? - No, no, you have to take care of work pa. Do you not want me near you? - I asked in a tone I had never spoken to him before. - Of course not, dear... tomorrow we'll buy a decent bed, I'm not that poor, you can stay, but not on the floor like a hippie. The father-daughter relationship couldn't be better, he was on vacation and she hadn't started school yet, so they agreed to make the most of their time together. They started going for runs every morning, she was very athletic, had the physique of a Russian gymnast in tight leggings and a short top that left her stomach exposed, promoting themselves like neon lights around the city. She had much more endurance than her father, who wasn't used to training, although he didn't need exercise to look decent. Plus, their tastes were similar: photography for him, and art for her, they discovered together that both activities had a lot in common. - Let's take a break, Rocío, I'm half-exhausted... - Throw yourself on the floor, Dad, and let me stretch you out.- The man obeyed. His daughter took his leg and massaged it with emphasis on his calf. He felt uncomfortable because, being in shorts, her hand touched his bare and hairy leg, squeezing the muscles very low down, almost reaching his hip. Her daughter looked at him curiously because, unintentionally, he had a look of pleasure on his face. - You know how to give massages Ro... let's keep going, but slower, remember I'm big now. - Ha ha don't be exaggerated, my instructor taught me well a few years ago, how to stretch and help the muscles absorb lactic acid. - It seems like you left the gym two years ago? You don't look it. - Thanks, Dad...- And she let out a complicit little laugh... And moments for memory succeeded, but without wanting to provoke it, everything was eroticizing very slowly. They arrived at the apartment all sweaty and Rocío didn't... lost time to go take a bath before he did. When leaving, she said…
- Do you show me your work? I want to see how you frame it, the lighting and all that.- She asked after taking a bath while her father was preparing mashed potato. She had seen him get out of the shower with a tight sweater and ripped jeans that lifted his booty well, a detail she didn't know why she noticed.
- They're in the works folder on the computer desk, just like Rocío, you know I take pictures of models and girls, open the folders for lingerie, catalogs, and Avon, I think there are animals, landscapes, and other things I did before. Don't open the others.- Remembering that she had done dozens of works for pornographic internet pages, with really intense sessions with stunning women.
- Daughter, I told you not to.
- I'm grown up now, let me see, I want to see how you frame the human figure... besides, it looks better that way, the muscles, the bodies... everything.
The photos were more than provocative, she had done sessions that were bought by Premium, Penthouse Brasil, other obscene magazines and web pages with large quantities of erotic sessions like MPL. The women she attended not only were stunning, but also revealed the best of their humanity in classic nurse, schoolgirl, and simpler but no less sensual outfits.
- You know, even though they have their photographers, sometimes they buy independent works if they meet the necessary level and correspond to the line drop... for example...
Bending next to her daughter to see the screen, feeling the perfume of her freshly washed chestnut hair.
In a Playboy session...- Showing some really artistic photos with a very beautiful brunette...
- If I notice, sometimes they don't show the fullness, they have a lot of Photoshop...
- Okay, something like that, and Playboy uses a lot of Photoshop, but that's someone else's job, so a picture like this...- Putting a really daring one, of a model in a dog position showing off her cavities with a smile. - That would buy Penthouse or Hustler, right? Those are more trashy. He looked at it alarmed. - How did you notice? - My half-brother has a lot of these, sometimes when he goes to school, my sister and I see them, not just out of curiosity.- That made him realize how big his girls were, used to seeing those porn photos without being horrified or screaming like other girls would. He was starting to worry, maybe he had grown up too quickly. - Let's eat Ro... At lunch, he ate something tense, a bit crazy also, and she made it clear. He explained that he was worried about his half-brother's possession of such magazines, a teenage boy who barely knew him since he was from his ex's current partner. - Chill out, he's really good, really a virgin, we were surprised when we found the magazines, couldn't believe it, he's really cute, but he has to download, poor guy. - And the rest? I'm worried about how loose you are, see those pictures and don't get upset, you must have many admirers...- She looked at him with a maternal face. - At art school we work with models, men and women, I'm used to nudity but nothing more pap... I'm still a virgin, if that worries you. That wasn't what he expected and almost choked on it. He didn't expect her to know so much, although he thought it was positive that she confided in him. - You don't have to rush into anything just because you're beautiful and curious about your age, which is normal, believe me, you'll want something special. And I'm willing to help you with that... I mean.- Hurrying to correct himself, given how bad it sounded- with your doubts and worries. I need someone bigger, more mature it seems to me. I like being able to talk to you about my intimacy but can't with her, she makes a scandal out of everything. She's horrified, you're freer.
That definitely stirred up her insides, she kept eating as if nothing was wrong, and their life continued.
With increasing danger, father and daughter became more companions, more friends. The last days of partying went to the cinema, McDonalds, and wherever her daughter wanted, they watched movies and TV on the couch, sometimes played video games, until they danced to the rhythm of the music, she loved reggaeton even though he hated it, laughed and talked almost like a couple of tortoises, another thing that changed, there are certain details of intimacy: In the early days, as always happens, when Rocío had to change or was left in her underwear to sleep, she would ask her father to turn around with emphasis until she covered herself with the sheets of her new bed, but lately it wasn't just walking around in a bathrobe through the house, sometimes she undressed in her own room while he read without warning him, nor caring about his presence, he clearly didn't look at her, but his peripheral vision kept screaming for him to take a glance at that perfect silhouette.
They also didn't stop training, and when it rained, which was common in March, she trained indoors.
Doesn't it bother you that I train in a bra? She said when he found her doing squats against the window of the balcony, before the torrential rain. I feel more free.
As you like, nena... it's your home. And served himself a cup in the kitchen, away from her, noticing how badly his tone had come out, seemed an old green one. He preferred to have breakfast alone at the kitchen table, stuck to the washing machine (It was a tiny apartment, kitchen and laundry with a balcony, and living room and dining room all in one, but two medium-sized rooms with a bathroom in the middle)
As if he didn't want it, while the rain fell. Against the Christ and thought about the nap that was going to come, barely heard her daughter's training, imagined someone seeing her from the building across the street going up and down with those generous breasts, that round and beautiful ass so favored by the tight pants she wore. He felt dirty thinking such a thing, extremely sexist about the fruit of his seed, and believed he should distract himself with TV.
- Pa, do you help me? - Like a servant was there instantly, wanting her to hold his legs for sit-ups. This only made his confused mind more and more perverse.
- Five... six... seven... - And saw that flat and hard belly go up and down again and again... - Twelve... thirteen... fourteen...
- Don't hurt yourself, do it slowly... - But it was the worst advice in the world, doing it slowly looked and sounded better. The counting became a faint girl's whimpering, barely audible, while he did it with his eyes closed so she could see him. What was he doing?
Finally, the training ended, but not the seduction.
- Touch me, I'm getting too hard for that.
And it wasn't just hard, having her half-naked, with those pants that were going to give her an infarction, with her legs halfway open, bringing his hand towards her stomach, was making something else hard. He didn't know why he did it, but he caressed her belly with devotion, with both hands, as if he were applying a cream, feeling good her muscles, from the lower belly, putting his fingers lightly under her skirt, to her ribs.
- You have incredible abs, Ro, I wish I had some like that.
- Well, they don't appear alone, come on, get comfortable and I'll help you...
- It won't... it's at the fart
- Come on! What about the fart? If you like exercise, a little every day will do you good... - He recommended while putting on a tiny sweater.- Come on, take off. - Like a ventriloquist's doll obediently He taken off his sneakers, put on a muscular one in front of her and threw himself. Maybe everything was in his dirty mind, after years of taking pictures of women pretending to be high schoolers, and other more morbid situations. Once I even photographed two models posing as sisters, not exactly convent sisters.
As soon as he started helping him, he knew he was wrong, she in her perversion, didn't support herself with her knees or hands like anyone would, sat down with her ass on his feet, with her legs forward, and leaned back so that her tits rested comfortably on her knees, so that he could feel their weight all over his glory.
- This way you're really holding me tight and don't move, it's important not to move the whole body... - But what was really important was that those ass cheeks were on his bare feet and those tits on his knees. I tried to concentrate on my abs so the blood wouldn't rush to my groin, but it was like trying to stop a wave with your hand.
His daughter was holding her legs less and less, slowing down little by little, so her feet were getting closer and closer to her little mound marked by those stockings... her eyes would completely divert each time she lifted up her tits and then looked at his eyes that were looking at him with sweetness, until with each flexion, her feet would lift up and only touch the vagina of her little one. With each abdominal, it gave a thud to her most erogenous zone, and I swear she started closing her eyes to enjoy it.
- Come on, you're just 15, stop at 20.- Although he didn't want to stop ever, he stopped at 20 completely exhausted, although mostly confused and scared. What could this end like?
His daughter opened her legs slightly, and his hands advanced towards... her belly. A relief, I thought it was something else ¿Or did I want that to happen? As always before the perversions, I didn't know if I was prepared for them or not, no matter how attractive they presented themselves. It's going to take him a while to get hard, but since you're skinny, you won't have any problems... - He explained as he caressed her, and was getting close to an erection that the mesh underwear didn't hide very well, she noticed it, looked at him and...
The savior phone rang. Rocío put a hand on his entire penis while helping herself up, feeling its hardness, and being silly went to answer it. José also acted silly and got up in a hurry to get away from that erotic game.
- Okay lady, please wait a second... - And he gave her the phone - They're speaking English, I don't understand much.
When they spoke English, it only meant one thing: Dollars.
That day ended roundly. Those two models from a foreign company were looking for a photographer with urgency because the one they had disappeared and they owed a session to a recognized page. They settled with the bank account and all the formalities, her attentive ear helped her perceive that they were desperate to make the session.
- They're going to come tomorrow to take very daring photos, they want a hot between-the-sheets session, something like a milf with her young partner or daughter, something suggestive. Don't you get sick?
- Nha, I think they call it cougar, everyone has their tastes. What nerves for? They must be really good, I'm going to see a live session for the first time.
- You're not going to see them. - He closed sharply - I'll give you money to leave or something, I have to work quietly and don't want you to see those girls, your mom would kill me if she found out.
- What? No, I want to see, so I can learn, I'm already big, you said...
- It's not up for discussion. Go with friends, go to the movies, where you want, but get back by at least two. I'll give you money, don't worry about it.
- I don't want to leave, nor money, I just want to see how you work, that's all, I've already seen cuties live. What are you so scared of?
- That's enough Rocío, I know how to do my job, don't mess with me.
- After a few hours he felt very bad for having retorted and they ate in silence. The ... head was giving him a thousand turns, first because of the training session that was almost an erotic massage, the well-paid job offer, the fight, and the idea that if his ex found out he was seeing a session like this, he'd kill him. Anyway, he has a dude with hidden porn magazines, he shouldn't be so puritan, after all, thanks to me his son is getting laid. Is it bad that he sees it? If he's interested in photography? I'm scaring myself shitless- Ro...
- What's up?
- You can stay, but I have to ask the models if they don't mind, which I don't think they will, but just in case.
- The little angel on his left shoulder had won over the soft one on his right.
The girl leaned over the table to hug him in gratitude, probably more for having won the bet than for being interested in the session itself.
- You're the best pa, I'm not going to mess around at all, I swear-
Kissing him repeatedly on the cheek.- Ugh, don't get my tits dirty...-She had put them in the Russian salad. Luckily, she was able to clean up and didn't ask him to. It wasn't easy for her lately.
The hours passed very quickly, and she looked nervous about the project. She spent some time drawing flowers and things, but needed to release energy and put on Play 2.
- Do you know they're going by the 4?
- Do you know how much that crap costs?
- I didn't say anything, papu...
They went to sleep again, and she took off her sweater without telling him to put on that holey thing called pajamas, and slowly took off her leggings, with her booty pointing at him, and this time she looked at him carefully to see if he was bothered, having a tiny pair of underwear that fit very poorly over his so appetizing butt.
- With that money, I'll buy you decent sleepwear...
- Don't waste your money on nonsense, save up for a Play 4-
She suggested while taking off her bra with the sweater still on-Came to her pa and gave him goodnight kiss-Hasta mañana papi. Don't read until late that the light bothered me.
- You sleep sweet girl, he...- He said making himself bad.
The truth is that he was also nervous. All morning he stayed alone preparing the photography set. He moved furniture from his house to the studio and arranged it for when the models arrived at 8 pm. He tested each focus, lamps, reviewed the memory of each camera, batteries, lenses, and everything was in optimal condition. He liked it when there were no surprises, now he could eat quietly and buy snacks for the girls, always being well seen to feed them so they would come back on their own.
His cell phone rang, it was his daughter, she would have lunch with a friend and seemed perfect to be quiet before starting. Should he tell her something about what was happening at home? It was better not to think about that, when she went to art classes and he returned to intense work, there wouldn't be time for nonsense. Everything would go back to being like before.
An hour before 8 pm, Ro arrived, announcing herself, and asked to enter the bathroom to pee despite her father being in the shower. He refused, not wanting to be disturbed before work.
- Give it up! It's nothing! What am I going to see?
- Well, it passes...- The bathroom was small, with a glass cubicle for the shower, without a bathtub or luxurious things, the toilet was beside him, and his daughter sat down. He and she only saw each other's silhouettes. He wondered if he wanted to see her naked as much as she did him, just out of curiosity, although it was his daughter, she was still very beautiful and all a woman.
- Dad, have you ever appeared in photos?
Urinating was taking too long. He wondered if he had time, after that training session, could he expect anything.
- No, daughter, each to their own, I've photographed couples doing it, but I have to do my thing.
- But never wanted to join in or something like that?
- Although the people of that environment are quite promiscuous in that sense, not. always grab with every moving thing, after finishing the work each one does their own thing most of the time Ro. To be professional in this business, with this loose crowd, it's better to stay calm-minded, but I won't deny you had your adventures...
- I imagine, seeing such minons and you unable to pull your hand out of the camera...
- See Rocío why didn't you want me to get involved? These things eat away at your head if you're not prepared...
- Yes, of course pa, I'm 12 years old.- She laughed and finally listened to the sound of toilet paper cleaning her sex, the chain and the door.
Finally, the models arrived, she greeted them in English and then they politely greeted Rocío, who was dressed very discreetly by luck, not wanting to draw attention or give a feeling that didn't correspond.
The profiles were very recognizable although they weren't yet dressed for the session. The bigger woman, over 40, very busty, goddess of red hair, was one of those with rare names: Phoenix Marie, very well-known in the field, and her prey, a young and petite girl with an innocent profile, blue eyes and fair skin, was more novice, called Molly Maddission.
- Hello Darling...- The infernal milf greeted her daughter.
- Howdy cute... I'm Molly...- Introduced herself to her the second one, the man noticed she seemed apathetic, maybe she was tired from the trip or the known night in Buenos Aires.
- Welcome... Im Rocío.- Ro said in his high school English.
Instantly José explained the situation and presented his daughter not as such, but as an apprentice, they nodded at every moment, and Ro noticed this.
- Well Ro, they don't have any problem, so you can see, you know, don't do anything that bothers them, they should feel comfortable while doing their thing.
- Yes, I know, stay calm.
- Please want to serve something to eat? - Showing them the trays with cold cuts, masses and various delicious things. It's Argentine meat, trust me, it's delicious…
Both took some small cubes of meat and tasted them with immediate nods of approval and continued to do so while talking to each other. Although the smallest one, when she had a cube of cheese stuck in her mouth, stumbled, her gaze was lost and didn't respond to any questions.
- Are you alright? Something happens?
Suddenly she fainted, falling onto the food table. Immediately, José took her and carried her to the sofa, opened the window and called emergency services. The other model spoke to Rocío excitedly, unable to understand anything. She was intolerant of lactose, but it seemed unlikely that she wouldn't realize she was eating cheese.
- Run Ro, she needs air…
While putting a pillow around her neck and fanning her with a newspaper, the blonde explained the situation more calmly as she blinked and slowly came to.
- What's happening?
- She said she's on a diet, and doesn't eat well, we were partying last night, and not eating or sleeping is what this is.
The situation was a mess, so much care in the preparations for such a screw-up, luckily Molly woke up slowly and said she felt weak. She intuited that her blood pressure had dropped. The nurses arrived quickly and while taking her blood pressure, they snapped like library mice. They presumed she also had very low blood pressure and anemia, so they took her to a more in-depth observation. Phoenix sat down.
She was in a predicament, having orders to take photos of couples and couldn't do individual ones because it was precisely for a lesbian page featuring women of different ages. She was very worried, asked for something to drink and Ro brought her soda, the model looked at her strangely.
- Better open a bottle of Frizz Love…
The love slipped out unintentionally. A while later she came back with a more suitable drink for their troubles and the woman took it eagerly. They talked about the complicated situation they were in, the money from the session already having been... transferred and were waiting for the photos by mail without fail until tomorrow at risk of being fired if they didn't do it, since they needed to go through an editing process and be published. The women had been delayed due to the previous photographer's grave lack of professionalism, who had notified them a week late.
José told him he was thinking of something, if the internet site didn't give them time, then he should call a local model. So he started browsing his contacts on his phone quite lost. A familiar hand stopped him.
- No way, I have an idea, let me do it. I can do the job, I have no problem.- He expressed to Phoenix to see if he agreed and had his early support.
- Are you sure honey? That would save me, I can show you the tricks of the job in a blink.
- Don't say nonsense Rocío, are you crazy? It's for a strong site.
- It's just getting naked, I'll dare, please-
And started a new discussion that made no sense, with that girl it was always like that, he couldn't impose his authority. And Phoenix was sticking to the wound.
- She has the perfect shape, the right profile for the job, if she wants to learn, it's a right situation…
- Sorry, excuse me, Rocío, come with me.- Although I tried to put on an angry face so that she would stop insisting, I was really worried and wanted to resolve the work, she noticed it immediately.
Together they went to the room, and she immediately took him by the hands and explained her point.
- Why are you going to complicate things by calling? With all you've done to make this go well, desperate because a cutie that looks like a girl answers, comes, and undresses... if I can help you, I'll dare, please…
- You're going to have to see me naked, it's not nonsense.- And she put her hand on his chest.
- What about the other day? We already know each other, don't give it so much importance, overcome shyness, besides, look at it as a professional act with the American, she was enthusiastic. Thinks you say yes and everything gets resolved for you, she and the other poor girl...
Didn't know they had those enigmatic eyes that convinced him like a mentalist, and accepted the impossible. He told her to dress suggestively but not too much because it was his turn to play the captive of the older woman, a bit more innocent one, so if he had to touch her, he would, and if he had to kiss her, he would. He felt like a football player in a final match where he was losing, a type of nervous that gives ten thousand instructions per minute. He wanted to give her the most tips collected over years and years of work.
- I'll do my best effort, don't tell me anything else if we're not wasting time, whatever you want, I'll do it for you, you accepted me here, thank you. - And he kissed her very close to the corner of her mouth, leaving his hot lips there for a second more.
With his heart in his mouth and nervous like a sieve, he went to the living room to give the news to the model.
He explained something nervous that he was changing to start, and that as it was totally inexperienced, he needed guidance. The woman showed relief, and started taking clothes out of her purse and went to the bathroom. José opted to give the final touches to the study and Phoenix arrived a little later, dressed like a high-class wife: A super tight red dress, jewelry, and an infarcting neckline.
He explained to Phoenix that his student was about to arrive, and the woman showed gratitude for his gesture while admiring the set, it was a wall with paintings, a desk, and various borrowed props from his contacts, and others from his own department.
A little later, Rocío entered the scene, beautiful as never before and dressed in an ideal way, she had a sense of smell to put on a tight shirt, very suitable, a skirt that looked like a student's, high socks, and a discreet hairstyle. She seemed like a typical piano student or daughter from a sanctimonious family who in XXX movies ends up sprawled and fuller of meat than the refrigerator butcher. Having those thoughts at work was normal, but having them about his daughter, he didn't know, anyway she had crawled into that and would think worse things when seeing more meat...
- You're precious, Ro, look, I'll explain what's going on with the plan, the scene is like this, she'll harass you, it's the lady who likes girls, you'll show confusion but at the same time curiosity, at first you'll resist a bit, then things will heat up and end as you imagine. Phoenix will direct you - Did you understand?
- Perfect, okay... And walking onto the set receiving praise from the actress - Thank you, are we starting? Can I get over there, José?- Almost makes a mistake, he gave the thumbs up and the flashes started.
- Perfect Ro, let's act... like this, very well, they move and stay, they move and stay... like this...
With the camera in hand, the girls started posing and he capturing key moments. The blonde approached the brunette, took her by the hips, and posed together.
Ro understood the situation, avoiding with a distracted look making herself difficult, then if she looked at her harasser, and let herself be taken by the hand, Phoenix kissed her hand, and brought her closer to his voluptuous body once more, she rejected him again, but the blonde put her hand on her hip.
- Very good... now Ro look at her fixedly, now make yourself interested, you like what you see... very well...
The scenes followed each other, every now and then Phoenix would indicate something in clear English or take her and adjust her like a mannequin. The session was going quickly, the man was calm.
- You try it a little bit too Ro, very well, on the waist, like this, lift up your skirt a little... not all heart, slowly...
So, Phoenix with his sensual legs exposed, attacked the young girl with kisses on her neck leaving lip marks, in the first compromising situation for Rocío, since the woman was starting to lift up her mini-skirt to caress her young legs. Ro put an expression submissive and returned the kisses, it was a blow by blow. Very hot ladies, very hot... now touch her bra, a little. The blonde, survivor of several battles, sat at the desk, put Ro between her legs and held him with them, and with firm hands began to play with her still hidden breasts, expectant, while the young girl let herself be teased playful, with a face of pleasure. José couldn't believe it, he was about to see his daughter's tits, those forbidden tits that had grown so much in recent years, the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoning and the milf was passing her hand over her worked belly. Enjoying her juvenile abdominals. Like possessed by the enchanting perfume of the woman, Ro turned his neck looking for those obscene lips that started to eat her mouth. José couldn't believe it, he was photographing his daughter's lips, outraged by that experienced mouth in masculine entertainment that doubled her age. If there had been a thermometer in the room, it would have spilled all its mercury when she lowered the bra straps from her shoulders and discovered those so designed nipples. While the woman continued to kiss her, her nipples pointed at the man, paralyzed by the impact, he recovered before the bra fell completely, and captured those skilled hands that pinched with ease those bells increasingly pointed. It was noticeable that they hurt because of the face of suffering she held, squeezing them hard and stretching them like wanting to milk her. His direction got tangled, he was nervous, the photographs no longer had the same quality because his pulse was trembling, his hands were sweating like a false witness, he couldn't bear to see his little girl like that, one thing was the romantic game of training, exhibition, and sarcastic comment, but this was like going from first to sixth in a raid, and the first to feel it, was his pants. His erection made it difficult for him to position himself and Besides, his brief was so tight that it was beating with force.
Now you Phoenix, show some flesh, you know... very good.- He actually wanted to focus the spotlight on the milf instead of her daughter for a moment.
The experienced cougar took Rocío's hands and led them to her breasts, and she obediently lowered her dress in several steps to reveal those hanging melons... then received an audible whisper in her ear... suck my tits.
The girl went straight to those different, brown, and enormous nipples, punished by more mouths than a roasted leg of lamb in Africa, and salivary trains that crossed their center, touching them, squeezing them, pinching them. Those were breasts that had seen so many things, while Ro's back was being presented to the world for the first time when she took off her shirt. Her daughter was getting braver and kissing her breasts, even giving her a couple of loud sucks.
It started to look like a porn movie more than a photo shoot.
-I like it, very well, do it like a robot Rocío, like the robot dance, you move, you stop, you move, you stop, so I can capture every moment, like... very well.
-Don't make me laugh, José said.
The session continued, and as is customary, the chronological order of a conditioned movie followed: Romance, kisses, breasts in the air, and it was necessary to pass on to one of the last steps; orifices, which people paid to see on those credit card-eating pages.
-Very sexy, keep going... very good that...- He encouraged while they kissed again and Ro grabbed her breasts with her hands. She started to control herself and get used to the sight of those turgid and familiar breasts in the air, being kissed and caressed by hands full of rings- It's like you're weighing them, balance them... very well love.
-Love? Was he saying love again to his daughter? He couldn't stop thinking for a second, after a new whisper Ro finished lowering her dress to reveal her erotic lingerie matching set.
-You can touch me right there Darling... Indicating her ass and everything underneath it, since her Booty was standing still demanding attention, and Rocío incredibly wasn't holding back. She passed her hands as if greasing that ass, and played with the tiny thread of the thong, lifting it up and down. José had seen very few models do those tricks without being told.
- Well, now it's time for the night... - He thought, as if to finish, since he'd taken tons of photos and should have five excellent ones per good moment.
- Slowly pull down your thong, leave it halfway, so it can be seen, and then take it off.
Her daughter obeyed, passed a hand behind her to have one hand on each side and undress those large and firm buttocks, accustomed to pleasing savage and rabid men. The game intensified little by little, and she opened them up to reveal her punished orifices from years of abuse and punishment. José loved photographing that perfect anus, big as a mouth, it was without a doubt a truck, one of those minons that don't come often.
- Show my pussy. - And the woman turned around, lifted a leg, and indicated for him to get closer to her vagina. Ro touched it with some modesty, looking at the camera and the woman, opening and closing her depilated lips to show the wet orifice. Phoenix followed insisting that he come closer, and Ro brought her tongue to the clitoris.
- And thanks to God, heaven, and all his saints, she didn't dare touch it, because her balls were pumping independently, and she couldn't resist so much excitement. Simulating oral sex was enough, they'd already touched each other enough.
- Very good ladies, we're finishing... - He said as a farewell, just about to put away the camera, when the impatient milf decided to show off the young girl in all her glory, got down on her knees to pull down her skirt.
- Wait, we have an excellent Argentine meat right here, we have to show her to the world.
If by seeing her daughter's tits almost gave him a heart attack, What came next felt like the fall of a lightning bolt in his groin. Phoenix started playing with Ro's buttocks, caressing them, touching them, with his lustful face beside them... he was massaging her daughter's white underwear and buttocks.
Until as it was natural, the handcuffed hands lowered the panties a little, until the birth of her tiny ass crack, revealing the bare and firm tiny ass. Because she was caressing and squeezing (leaving her fingerprints), she liked the firmness of that young backside. He put his hands on the base of the butt and lifted it up, feeling its pulpy but firm consistency. Luckily, her underwear was tightly fastened and didn't show anything.
- What a lovely ass, let's show some young asshole.- And as he warned her, he opened her tiny ass wide open.
José lowered the camera, freezing in shock at how far they had gone.
- Are you okay?- Ro asked him, turning around with a lost look on her face and her asterisk in first place. It was a precious orifice, like one that many men would want their partner's to be, small, discreet, simple, almost grayish, a brushstroke of art.
- No, I'm fine, good.- He placed the camera at the ready.- It's just that I had to make some adjustments... now we're finishing. Last shots, ladies, we are finishing.- He announced, because he couldn't take it anymore, so he took what men wanted to see, that young bum exposed, immortalized by his professional camera, shown with pride to the world, before Phoenix attacked him with her long and luxurious fingers.
After several poses with his daughter exposed in such a way, he managed to finish before she showed her vagina, which he wouldn't have been able to resist. Ro adjusted her clothes, put on her shirt while Phoenix didn't stop thanking them both for their commitment.
It was just eleven o'clock, José would have sworn it was past three. After the model left (giving Rocío a nod and congratulating her on the work), both of them returned to being Alone, and sat on the couch, enjoying the peace, he felt exposed and defenseless to what his daughter had in store for him. He simply couldn't contain himself, unable to tell her no, make her stop playing with him, and after those photo sessions, he knew everything was just beginning.
The little one sat next to him on the couch.
- Don't feel bad, Dad, you were really professional and I learned a lot. It wasn't that hard in the end, although your mouth had a lot of rush.
- I'll pay you from my salary, Ro, what you did is a huge favor, nameless.
- The money doesn't matter to me, I'm going to take a bath, then I'll tell you what's on my mind. Don't go to bed late. Bye.- Giving him a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Luckily, she realized he was down and gave up her intentions.
- To hell with the rush...
And left it like that, with the certainty that he would collect the favor in an unusual way. How could he give back? How could he return to the normal state they were in at the beginning? What had happened? Was he to blame?
He selected the 15 best photos, arranged them, and sent them in the indicated format to the indicated address. Seeing his daughter passionately delivered to the forty-year-old in the final result didn't help cure his chronic erection. They immediately sent him a message on the cell phone. His work was done, and the money in the bank had already been earned. Rocío had gone to bed, and there was only one way he could sleep: Ahogando dudes crudos en el inodoro.
Ro slept with his usual clothes, with the tiny ass up. It was incredible that he knew exactly how he looked under those clothes, very perverse also that he thought something like that, when in reality, he saw her born and always saw her naked as a little girl without the slightest hint of depravity. Exhausted, he fell asleep, and soon his daughter wrapped him in a warm hug.
- I'd like you to take pictures of me... I want to be your model, dad.- Required adjusting herself next to him like a very jilted lover. He didn't resist, on the contrary, he wrapped her up more, until he felt the delicious smell of her skin and hair.
- I accept, but one more artistic session, I want you to notice your natural beauty and youth, nothing too common.
- I accept. Thanks, dad...- And she fell asleep next to him, comforted. What she felt for him was undeniable, it was like covering the sun with her fingers, her love for him had taken an unexpected turn.
Everything happened very quickly. The next day they didn't go out to exercise, no, the girl was in a hurry, she wanted to resolve the issue of her photo shoots before starting to work and losing him in overwhelming hours. José paid off his debt to his daughter without complaining. From early on, she came out of the bathroom ready, with her mouth painted red, a green emerald shirt, a very loose jean, and a beautiful hairstyle; already prepared, she dedicated a little spin to her father. That was what she wanted, photographing herself naked alone with dad.
- I ask you one last time, are you sure? Look, if they buy them, which is likely, thousands of guys all over the world will see you, and you'll be very exposed.
- If that's what I want, if it sells, we both win, and it serves me to pay for my studies.
- Well, here...
The set was beautiful, but not a single cent could outdo her beauty, she walked across the photographic space, which this time was the living room of the house with some accessories from the last session, so that it seemed like a luxurious apartment. But no detail could overshadow Rocío's perfect figure.
The flashes didn't take long to devour her, although she decided to use natural light because it suited her better, so that in the photos you can appreciate the trigueño color of her perfect skin.
She was free, but at the same time, discreet, posing with a lot of naturalness and he didn't have to tell her anything, since Ro was now directing the baton. Sensuality increased with each ... “click” of his tool, and when the girl let her shirt drop a little to reveal the curvature of her breasts, what would make noise was his hard-on.
Neither an iron chastity belt would stop the log that was rising from his crotch, to make matters worse, she had already noticed it, in fact, she wasn't taking her eyes off the instrument that had created her.
It was too much love to contain in images, they were devouring each other with their gaze, and he especially with the camera lens. He wouldn't take long to lose his jeans and inner clothes, capturing every stage of her undressing discreetly, without showing anything yet. And for the first time, Rocío revealed her crotch in elegant poses, very little by little, making him desire it, like a curtain that slowly and discreetly descends, first the lens caught sight of her beautiful, short, and prolix pubis, which must be a delight to touch... and then, in slightly bolder poses, the delicious opening of her sex was exposed.
In the man's head, an orchestra of angels was playing while he couldn't help but immortalize her in ecstasy. He didn't know how much time it lasted or how many photos he took, because like a kiss, that naked body stole reality itself and abstracted him from everything. At one point, the top of his head got tired and decided to put away the camera.
- Let's eat something, and set up the folder while the delivery arrives. We're done.
- Wait, I want to see on the camera...
Getting closer to him as she went through the photos (which were 65), she had no qualms about avoiding contact between her bare breasts and his arm. Her skin electrified at the contact of his firm nipples, which pressed against him without caring.
- Better let's eat, get dressed Ro, while I order something.
- They're really good, something tells me they'll buy them...
- They know me and you came out a goddess, besides they always look for young and new models those vultures, you told me that's for sure.
José knew how it would all end, although he controlled himself with a irrepressible enthusiasm to recover the normality of his life, when he passed the photos to the PC next to her, knew he had a rough diamond at home. - I can't believe you made me in part, you're so beautiful, I don't think you have a part of me. She smiled smugly, showing false innocence. - I'm glad it's over, although now with last night and today I'm half tired. How about you? - Yes, something- Lied, actually he was at a thousand- After we took a nap, do you want to? - Okay.- And she hugged him tightly, although in reality, José knew he was hugging his destiny, which capricious, had given him a daughter as a lover. The session had left them hungry, they attacked an anchovy pizza and another with cantimpalo and ham that gave cramps. They talked about how the next day their fun would be over, each one starting their own routine. - It doesn't have to be routine, dad.- Catching the cheese strings of a portion with her tongue.- We're together now, we can make everything more bearable. The man understood it perfectly, with her at home, there was no work he couldn't endure. Finally, after closing a cycle of a life moderately normal, turbulent in its last hours, José finished washing the dishes and entered his room determined to embrace his destiny. Rocio slept on the bed facing the door, passed by his side feeling a caress from her, and closed the blinds but not completely, so that rays of light could enter the room gently. Finally, he threw himself onto the large bed to the right of hers, facing her daughter's bed. He lay on his back in boxers, waiting for the move that, ultimately, wanted to happen, and it happened. He felt the mattress sinking, some bare legs grasping his hips and an index finger resting on his lips to indicate silence. No words were needed, except those of pleasure. His mind went blank and he let himself be carried away with tears of strangeness coming out of his eyes, his little girl, the fruit of her womb had grown and chosen her progenitor for those perversion games. Or were they tears of happiness?
Firstly, they rubbed their genitals rhythmically. Her underwear was soaked, made a puddle, seemed to want to lubricate it more than to masturbate it. He didn't lag behind, palping her breast with his eyes closed, wearing that worn-out robe he used for sleeping, caressing its contours with softness, feeling all her figure, and then her tits above, feeling in his palms those firm and charming breasts barely protected by a thin and worn-out fabric. The nipples were so swollen that he could take them outside and pinch them through the fabric. It didn't take long for him to remove that robe to see her naked, with the scarce light from the window illuminating one side of her.
Her large hands were very sweaty and while massaging those tits, it didn't solve, on the contrary, she felt like her wet hands were lubricating them, leaving them shining and moist with water from her dad's paprika, sinking her into an ecstasy of moans. Each caress doubled those hard nipples like analog sticks, feeling them in his fingertips and squeezing them as if he wanted to get cum out of them. That idea gave him a kick in the head.
Rocío leaned completely over him to kiss him, to feel that mouth naturally. She even recognized the flavors of the strong pizza they had lunch at, the anchovies, the cantimpalo... the sauce. The kiss became deeper and deeper, she wanted to feel until the apple puree that made her a baby, their tongues entwining like snakes while the man's hands caressed her back and went down to those beautiful buttocks.
She squeezed and stretched them, enjoying them more than Phoenix had done the other day, feeling them in all their glory. She moved forward, placing her vagina on his stomach, so he could reach her tits with his mouth and her Booty with his hands better. They were minutes staring at each other with mutual devotion, very close, while he sucked her breasts in a monotonous manner. Melted like two, it didn't take long for one of them to slide his finger across the moistened seam to make contact with her sex and enter it with his experienced hands at pressing triggers.
Her little moans became more sublime, and that was a word that defined her perfection, everything about her was sublime, she was her best work, and she wanted to admire it forever. Like a contortionist, she went back to lower his boxers while her fingers continued to auto-lubricate her. The juice from her vulva mixed with the excessive sweat of those hands, and every now and then she would wipe them off on her breasts, leaving them oily and salty.
Her fingers felt her virginity at the limit of removing it, making very humid sounds, retreating three soaked fingers, dripping, and using them to moisten his glans to finish preparing the terrain. She, as bold as she was, in front of him and over him, planted both feet on the bed, at the height of the man's hip, lifted her hips over his knees, positioned the penis, and let herself fall slowly onto the very slow-held neck of her father, without breaking eye contact with him.
Her vulva slowly wrapped around the penis, she was a strong girl to hold this pose, which required balance, strength in her legs and arms... so that her hip wouldn't cause an excessive and quick penetration, she was holding onto her father's neck, and like a swing, she let herself go back and forth to introduce the erect member until its head... it seemed like a mouth eating the glans and spitting it out, eating it and spitting it out...
- Let yourself fall in love, just a little more, daddy takes care of you... - Holding her tight by the buttocks. She couldn't take it anymore, her cock was beating so hard that if they didn't give her what she wanted, their testicles were going to burst.
- Good, but just a little at a time... it hurts. Aaahhhm ahhhhmmm... slow... mmm. - Her moans intermingled with words and sounds. his father's.
Felt a sum of liquids against her red head, some was the flow and other content was the bloody flesh that indicated she would never be a virgin again. The tiny remnants of her hymen were still stuck to his penis and were being dragged along her vagina, without her bothering at all... since it was giving in little by little, it started coming loose from her neck, so that it would be her father who had total control of the situation.
- Do you support me? Not yet, all at once-
Halfway there was fine, the man had already felt his penis loading up four times.
- Of course, my love, Dad won't let go...-
And he kept pumping with greater difficulty due to the position, to explain it clearly, she was sitting like little girls do when they pee in the street but with her legs further forward, and the only thing preventing her from falling completely back onto his penis were her father's large and strong hands. Or like the scarf pose, except with her feet on the floor and her hands around her neck, all the weight was on her hip.
Her muscles reacted as if in a limiting situation, to resist more intensely the situation, her daughter became an object he manipulated at will, little by little, started letting her fall and lifting her up with incredible speed. She was a heavy girl due to her perfect height and firm flesh, his penis felt it, and let it out so that all the liquid that had formed in her vagina would flow down the venous trunk like a cement mixer pouring its mixture.
- Now Dad is going to put it all in you, are you ready?
- Yes, I'm ready...-
And she kissed him desperately, rubbing her sloppy mouth against his. Little by little, making a display of extraordinary force, he let her fall and the hardened glans opened the way to the uterus, although only three-quarters had entered, like when one saves meat for Christmas, there was too much meat and not enough room in the fridge...
Her daughter let out an uncontrollable whimper against his ear. Making it hurt, but the treatment was that everything would go in.
- That thing you feel pressed against my cock is your love cervix, we can put it in a bit more...
- It hurts a lot...
He kissed her for a while to calm her down, while he penetrated her rhythmically without inserting the remaining quarter.
- This is the first time, my love, it always hurts... - And then, he slid it all the way in. The girl screamed and he felt like he had gone too far, the top of her vagina was sunken to receive the entire penis until their beautiful pubes got tangled up and their testicles met the anus face-to-face. She squeezed his neck without being able to contain herself, and he trusted that it was just a matter of habit, so he went back to pumping for total enjoyment of his fallo.
- You're breaking me, daddy. Do you want to blow my pussy?
- It's normal, my love – Humility is everything - It's just that you're all new, stay calm, trust papa, and in a little while you'll enjoy it.
- Because... me... hurts... much... - She expressed between moans of pain.
- You chose this advanced position, which is very good, but has its things, you'll get used to it.
- If we change?
- No, my love, the pose is perfect, just let yourself go, papa regulates the speed, and when you like it, I'll put in fifth, and we'll finish...
And after fifteen minutes that felt like an eternity for her, improvement began, which he had been expecting. Every second he was watching her face, waiting for her to change her expression, attentive to her whimpers, waiting for her to whimper again, since he had put in the hundred percent, and she suffered it, and he also, in part. Every now and then, little spurts of fluid were left out to evacuate the area, relieve it of so much blood pressure and fallic pressure, and at the same time, lubricate more and more. She was so tight that she felt her veins pulsating like hearts against the dilated cavities of her daughter, and another pleasant sensation was that the juice from her pussy, while he was quiet, was dripping down his scrotum without restraint, passing through each hair and wrinkle, until it reached her anus, soaking the man. from a strange pleasure. Now between her buttocks there was a pool of pre-seminal fluid and flow, and of course, the remnants of the hymen.
Finally, it was she who began to loosen her embrace, letting herself fall like at the beginning, the girl took charge and started enjoying, the man loaded the gun again and again, prepared to deliver the final shot that was about to arrive. There was a commotion building between the moans, her buttocks hitting his thighs and the springs of the mattress, finally adding the 7B's ripping sound hitting the wall with the broom.
-mmmahhha mmmmahha mmmmahhhaaa...- She started singing, that, plus the abrasive contact of her vaginal walls was enough to make him come like he hadn't come in years. In a way as abundant and thick as it was, he left the passive role between snorting like a bull to lift his hip, arching his column, lifting it all up, penetrating her 130 percent, squeezing his testicles against his back until they hurt.
She ended with a lot of flow, and emitted a guttural, ronco cry from her mouth, leaving her as if dead against him, quiet, with her heart racing at a thousand while stretching her legs to get comfortable, her crotch still complaining. Now she was the woman of papa, and he felt like the protagonist of the movie Lolita, just as his head lit up again, his penis returned to a well-deserved rest, bathed in semen and natural lubricant.
-I couldn't believe it, I never thought when you arrived at my apartment that something like this would happen.- His thoughts whirled back like tornadoes ten minutes after being quiet.- I changed your diapers, cleaned your ass until seven, took you to your first day of school, I went two weeks ago to enroll you in art school. Did I do something wrong?
His daughter lifted her head, gave him a reassuring nod, and looked at him.
-I didn't think so when I arrived either. I didn't come with the idea of screwing you, but the truth is that it passed very well...and went off like any other couple, not '- Seek a reason, neither you nor I were, we both were.
- We're father and daughter, it's not that small of a thing, as everything led us to this. I'm scared.
- If incest exists for something, it doesn't have anything bad about it. It has nothing wrong with doing it when we need each other most, and I prefer it was you before anyone else...
- But daughter, how do you see yourself in ten years telling your husband that your first time was with your father?
- What's going to happen will happen, I now want to be with you. If my boyfriend has to have an open head and understand it was beautiful anyway. I want to be your Lolita.
- There, little one, you're giving me a scare... - Looking at the ceiling, faithful witness to her perdition and tormented soul.
- Now I want to fall asleep like this... on top of you. Do you mind?
- No, my love, you don't bother me - Kissing his forehead, remnants of his old role as father - sleep, baby.
Five minutes passed and...
-Ro, let's take a shower then...
- Yes, that's what I wanted to say but didn't know how, I can't take this anymore...
The two laughed despite everything. She came out better off despite her youth, because it was clear she was more determined to embark on that forbidden adventure, her father, perhaps more thoughtful due to a whole story weighing him down, still opposing resistances but with a cotton shield, nothing the charms of Rocío and her increasingly good photography sessions could avoid each night.
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