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Subject: {ASSM} A Model Dad { Stereograph } ( Mg ped cons)
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Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 07:10:05 -0400
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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken
as a guide to behavior in the real world.  The people, places
and events exist only in the mind of the Author.  This is a
work of pornographic fiction, it should not be read by those
who are under the legal age to do so in the jurisdiction where
you live.  It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to read
where you live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own
country.  The Author cannot be responsible for the laws of every
country connected to the internet.  Neither the Author nor
society condone some of the actions which may be presented
within.

Please, enjoy the story. 

Story Codes: Mg ped cons

========================{ A Model Dad }=========================

   "That will be enough of that, young lady," Bob Harrington said
to his daughter.  She'd pulled her top up so her nipples showed.
The modeling site she worked for stressed that all shots of the
girls were non-nude and legal.  His daughter, all of nine, was
becoming a show off.  Bob didn't like that, but he was stuck with
the situation.

   "Leave her be, Mr. Harrington.  We'll just edit out the shots
that go too far," said Betsy, the photographer.  Sue, his
daughter, stuck out her tongue and pulled her top up farther.
Betsy told her to get up on all fours, butt to the camera.  Sue
wiggled her butt.  "We're done now, let's get a cup of cocoa."

   Half an hour later the Harringtons left.  Bob hated the photo
shoots.  His daughter was aware that the purpose of them was to
please men with a taste for very young girls.  She didn't know
what that meant in practice, but was becoming bolder by the day.
Bob was afraid she would start doing that in public.  There was
only so much he could do to protect her from the consequences.

   The contract with the web company had been set up by his wife.
They'd needed the money.  They'd needed it bad.  They had two
younger children as well.  Bob had lost his job and taken a lower
paying one.  His wife had lost hers and not found another.  She'd
been taking her daughter to be photographed for months before Bob
found out.  Now his wife had left him for another man, and left
him with the kids.  He needed the money even more.  Now the web
company wanted to take things farther.  While Sue and Betsy had
cocoa and cookies, the head of the company had talked to Bob.
They had another site hosted in a country that didn't care what
you put up as long as the bribes were right.  They wanted a nude
video to put there.  They thought Sue was up to doing one.  Bob
was afraid they were right.  

   The worst thing about all this was Bob had discovered a taste
for young girls in himself.  Not for his daughter, but for some
of the other models.

   "Daddy, what do men do with my pictures?"

   "Look at them honey," was all he intended to reply.

   "I know that, but what do they do while they look?  Mommy told
me they whack off, what does that mean?"

   "You don't need to know that, for now.  You'll learn someday,
just drop it."  Bob was very uncomfortable with this
conversation, though he knew he have to have it someday with each
of his children.

   "Please tell me, or show me.  I have to know!  Now!"

   Bob dithered.  His daughter did have a right to know.  He knew
he never get her off this subject until she was satisfied, but he
didn't want to tell her or show her.

   "Come on Daddy!  Show me!"

   "They rub their boy-parts.  That's all there is to it."  Bob
hoped that would be enough.

   "Show me!"

   Bob lost patience and jerked down his pants.  His dick hung
out for his daughter to see.

   "Rub it.  Show me!"  Her eyes were wide open.

   Bob completely lost control.  He rubbed until his dick stood
straight.  His daughter stared at it waiting for something to
happen.  "That's all there is to it.  It feels good, but it feels
best if you imagine using it with a girl you think is pretty.
That's why some men do it while looking at your pictures."

   "Oh, can I touch?  I like rubbing my girl-parts sometimes.
Can I touch, please?"

   "This has already gone too far.  You've seen enough."

   "Just one touch?  Please?"

   "Go ahead, but just once."  Sue's touch was light and she
squealed afterward.  "There, are you satisfied?"  Sue nodded and
blushed.  Bob closed his pants.  "Off to bed with you, tomorrow is
a school day."

   When the next shoot came around it was the usual.  A set had
been constructed, props added, and several girls brought together
to use them.  The girls tended to play off one another making for
livelier sets.  Lively sold better than bored girls.  The whole
thing was barely controlled pandemonium with the photographer
acting as den mother.  Unless needed to restore order, the
parents stayed out of the way.

   "Has your daughter been bugging you about sex?" asked Carol,
mother of little May.  "Mine has."

   "Yes, she's getting on my nerves," answered Bob.

   "I think the girls talked it over between themselves and
screwed themselves up to tackle us.  The other mothers have
noticed too."

   "I hadn't realized," said Bob.

   "You wouldn't.  As the only man around here, most don't talk
to you.  They aren't sure how to."

   It was true, Bob was the only man.  The staff was all female.
The girls and mothers made up the rest of the crowd at a shoot.
Bob could see how that might make him out of touch.

   "May wants to see a man.  I don't know what to do, I don't
really trust my boyfriend to do that.   I trust her father and
grandfathers, but I don't want my ex or her grandfathers to
know we do this.  She's bugging me to death!"

   "Sue bugged me into showing her.  I still don't know if it was
the right thing to do, but it shut her up."

   Carol looked thoughtful.  She muttered to herself, "That might
work."  She went back to watching the shoot and said no more.

   Sue was the boldest of the girls, as usual, and exposed
herself beyond the limits of what the company would post a couple
of times.  She was not alone at doing so.  Bob left the studio
hard as could be.

   The next shoot was the nude video.  Because it was not a
regular shoot or part of the site's offerings there was only one
other girl there, May.  May and Sue were the same age, nine, and
got along well.

   The photographer had them start out, before wardrobe and
make-up, in their underwear playing in front of the camera. 
Then she had them shed the panties and play catch with her.  It
didn't take them long to get comfortable with the idea.  It was
off to wardrobe next.  May came back in a filmy wraparound and
panties.  Sue had a sundress and lacy thong.  Each would shed
clothing in stages and end up nude.  They planned on some teasing
exhibition along the way.

   The photographer started with May doing a dance to a ballet
medley.  Her dress floated and gapped, showing hints of the
little girl's body beneath.  Her broad, dimpled smile shown
throughout the dance.  Betsy mimed dance moves from behind the
camera, while an assistant operated it.  Twirls that brought the
hem above her waist, sweeping gestures that opened the overlap to
show a bit of this or that, and splits that thrust her legs out
and moulded the panties to her, all were offered.  She ended with
a deep split and bow, kissed her shin, and smiled straight into
the camera.

   Sue was up then.  While May was a dainty girl, and presented
that way, Sue was presented as a playful daredevil.  The gave her
an inflated ball half as high as her.  She jumped at it, rolling
off.  The top of her dress hung down to reveal her chest.  The
hem road up to show her butt.  She lifted the ball with her hands
and feet while on her back.  Her crotch was fully exposed and the
strap of her thong had worked its way into her crack.  She chased
and attacked that ball all over the set in wild abandon.  It was
very childish, yet very revealing.

   Bob was fighting to conceal his hard pecker.  Carol and the
crew kept their eyes on the girl performing, lucky for Bob.

   Betsy and the girls shared a few moments of congratulations.
Then a posing block was placed on the set.  The next phase would
be much like what they did at a normal shoot, except the camera
would capture the transition from one pose to the next.

   May walked out on the set.  She did a little twirl ending in
a victory pose, hands in the air.  The hem of her dress rode up
to reveal a hint of pantie.  Then she extended one leg sideways
and leaned over to plant a hand on her knee.  The dress gapped
open from neck to hem.  She stood and, at Betsy's direction,
lifted the hem to her breast in both hands.  She beamed a smile
as she did it, then, very deliberately, reached down and pushed
her pantie into her crack.  She worked her finger to insure the
pantie was fully inserted and the crack outlined.  Bob could not
believe what he was seeing.  May climbed onto the posing block on
all fours, tail to the camera, and looked back over her shoulder.
She wiggled her butt.  Betsy had her sit on the block and undo
the bow that held the top of her dress closed.  She slid her
hands up her body from navel to neck, opening the dress.  She
worked two fingers over her flat left breast, giggling.  Betsy
mimed shrugging out of the armholes and May did it.  The dress
pooled on the block.  May stood and twirled.  She stuck several
poses, her lithe young muscles standing out.  Then she scampered
off camera.

   "Whoa, that was hot!" said Bob to Carol.  "Did you know she
was going to do that much?"

   "Not in detail, but yes.  We talked this over ahead of time."

   It was Sue's turn to go before the camera.  She cartwheeled
onto the set, dress riding up and down wildly.  She went into a
handstand facing the camera and spread her legs.  Her sundress
was bunched against her chin.  She came upright gracefully.  She
used the posing block as a horse, doing a split supported on her
hands facing away from the camera.  The dress rode up, giving a
hint of her crotch.  She walked herself around, on her hands, to
face the camera with a big grin on her face.  She let herself
down to a sitting position and ran her hand up pushing her dress.
The thong had worked itself into her crack again.  Her mound was
completely exposed.  She slid her hand down her mound, then
plucked the strap and pulled the thong out and over her mound.
She stood up, letting the dress fall into place, then leaned over
sideways.  One strap of the dress slipped down, exposing a
nipple.  She reached up and pinched the nipple, smiling.  She
shook herself to free the other strap and the dress slid down to
her elbows.  She ran her hands over her chest, then freed her
arms from the straps.  She tumbled forward and back onto her
feet.  The dress bunched up on her hips.  She pushed the dress
down until it slid free and flung it into the air with a high
kick.  Then she turned and scampered off camera.

   "Talk about hot!" said Carol.  "Your daughter can put on a
show."

   Betsy praised both girls and gave each a sucker.  "We want to
make the last part longer, so don't rush.  Play with your panties
a bit before you remove them."  The girls nodded.

   May walked out on camera.  She stuck a demure pose, hands
clasped behind her, and smiled around the stem of the candy.
Then she straightened pushing her chest out.  She reached down
and pulled the fabric out of her crack a bit at a time.  She
pulled it sideways, for just half a second, and back into place.
She strolled over to the block and sat, one ankle tucked under
the other knee.  She pulled the sucker out of her mouth with one
hand letting the other drift over her chest.  She licked at the
sucker and ran her hand in circles from naval to nipples.  She
let her hand drift over her pantie clad mound.  Then she
stood.  She turned around and planted her hands on the block,
then reached back to pull the pantie off one butt cheek.  She ran
her hand over the exposed flesh, then turned and sat again.  She
ran her fingers over her mound again, then pulled the waistband
down a bit.  She stood.  The pantie formed a diagonal from one
hip to the other thigh.  She reached over and freed the other
butt cheek.  The stretched waistband still hid her mound.  She
ran a finger inside the waistband and over her hidden mound.  She
reached down and pulled the waistband down, then let it snap back
into place with a big grin on her face.  She turned and wiggled
her butt at the camera.  She turned again and pushed the pantie
down to her knees, then stood with her hands in the air.  Betsy
mimed taking the pantie off and May did so.  She twirled them
around on a finger and threw them at the camera, giggling.  She
went through a series of poses, as if this were a standard photo
session.  Then she seemed to lose interest and lay down, feet to
the camera and head propped against the posing block, and ate her
sucker.  One hand was on the stem of the sucker, the other lay
idle on her belly.  After a minute or so, she moved her free hand
onto her mound.  It began to push and pull at her crotch.  All the
time her other hand and mouth were occupied by the sucker.  She
seemed unaware of what she was doing at her crotch.  After several
minutes of this she stood, smiled at the camera, and curtsied. 
She turned and scampered off.

   Bob was flabbergasted, and dripping into his drawers.  May ran
over to her mom and asked if she'd done well.

   "Oh, I don't think there will be any complaints.  Judging by
Bob, I think you have a hit."  Carol gave a grin and a gesture to
Bob's midsection.  May and Carol turned to watch Sue's
performance.

   Sue pushed the ball toward the set.  When it was on camera she
ran and pounced.  Inertia carried her over and she landed in an
untidy heap.  She rose, rubbing her butt.  She fell forward onto
the ball on her belly.  This time she succeeded and lay clutching
the ball, butt toward the camera.  She rolled back and forth a
few times.  She stood and adjusted the straps on her thong.  She
tried to sit on the ball and rolled over.  She adjusted the
straps again.  She lifted the ball above her head and did a
little dance in place, then dropped the ball and held her chest
as it bounced.  She pulled the thong out of her crack.  She gave
the ball a mighty kick off the set, then turned and grinned at
the camera.  She sat on the posing block, knees pulled to her
chin.  She grinned at the camera again and moved her feet aside.
The thong was back in her crack.  She put her feet together,
pushed her knees aside, and reached down to pull the thong out of
her crack.  She stood and planted a foot on the block then bent
over it and kissed her foot.  She repeated the move with the
other foot and stood.  The thong had invaded her again.  She
pulled it out, rubbing as if it had bothered her.  She raised one
leg, out to the side, and grabbed her ankle.  The thong migrated
inward.  She stood and yanked it down.  She rubbed at the
offended tissue with one hand, pulled the sucker from her mouth
with the other, and gave the camera a silly grin.  She stepped
out of the thong and held it out at arms length.  She dropped it,
then kicked it away.  She repeated the stretching exercises.  She
sat back down on the block and licked at her sucker.  She let it
get dripping with saliva.  A drop fell off and landed on her
belly.  She rubbed at the drip.  She lay back draped over the
block and grabbed her ankles.  Her hairless mound was in full
view.  She pulled herself back up and rubbed at her abdomen.  She
rubbed her thighs.  She rubbed her mound.  She started a circuit
of all three with one hand while the other worked with her
sucker.  Over the belly, down a thigh, and over her mound her
hand went, time and again.  Then she pulled the sucker free and
wet the forefinger of her free hand.  She pushed it into her
crack.  She leaned back and worked the finger, up and down,
through the crack.  She watched her finger and licked her sucker.
A smile grew slowly on her face.  She stretched the mound apart
and rubbed some more.  She leaned back farther.

   At that point May interrupted, tugging on Bob's hand.  "Can I
see your boy-thing?  Can I?  Mom said I could ask."

   Bob looked at Carol, who blushed.  "I did say she could ask.
You're the only man I could think of and she's bugging me to
death.  It's ok to show her."

   "Now?  Do you know how all this has effected me?" asked Bob.

   "It's ok, I understand.  This is what the girls are curious
about, what they do to a man by showing off.  Go ahead and show
her."

   Bob thought a moment and nodded.  He opened his pants and
pulled them down a bit.

   "Wow, is that really weird.  Is that what happens to all men
when they look at girls?" asked May.

   "Yes, but not all the time.  It only happens when they think
naughty thoughts about a girl," said Carol.

   "Mr. Bob, can I touch it?  You let Sue touch it, can I?  Can
I, Mom?"

   "If Bob says it's ok, then you can touch it."

   "This is really too much.  I don't think this is a good idea,"
said Bob.

   "Let her have a touch and that will be the end of it," said
Carol.

   May didn't wait for Bob's reply, she reached out and ran her
fingers over Bob's excited dick.  It jumped under her touch,
causing her to squeal and draw it back.  Then she giggled and
reached out again.

   "That's cool!  Does it feel good?  It feels good when I touch
mine.  Would you like to touch mine, Mr. Bob?"

   "That's enough, May."  Carol turned to Bob, "I'm sorry, I
didn't think things through.  I forgot how excited you'd be."
She colored and said, "I should finish you, it's only fair."

   May had not stopped for that exchange.  "Finish what mommy?"

   "Never you mind, just let me in there.  Mr. Bob needs
something grown-ups do.  If we'd left him alone, he'd have done it
himself in private," said Carol.

   May did not yield.  "What does he need?  I'm a big girl now.
I can do it."  She gripped Bob possessively.

   "Very well, but you don't do this again until you mommy's age.
Just keep holding it like that and move your hand up and down."

   May added the other hand and followed her directions.  Bob was
close, very close, to coming.  May had no sense of what was
required, but Bob was so close it didn't matter.  He reached out
to the bare little girl's pussy and May pushed her mound against
his finger.  Bob ran his finger lightly along her crack.  Bob
closed his eyes tight against the intensity of his building
orgasm.  Moments later he exploded.  He could feel months of
frustration shooting out of himself.  He pumped and pumped.  It
had been a long time since he shot out that much at one sitting.
He heard female voices, in several registers, exclaiming.  Bob
opened his eyes.  Everyone in the studio was crowded around him.
May still gripped him, hands covered and chest splashed with cum.
Sue was leaning toward him, and had caught a glop of cum on her
chin.  Carol, Betsy, the assistant, and the elderly wardrobe lady
crowded around.  Bob was deeply embarrassed.  The girls were
laughing.  The ladies were not.

   "Wow!" said May.

   "What is this stuff?" asked Sue.

   "I'm supposed to be immune to this shit," said Betsy, as she
left.

   The studded and tattooed assistant grinned at him.  The
wardrobe lady shook her head.

   "I think we're in trouble," said Bob.

   "I'm sorry I started this!" exclaimed Carol.

   "Don't worry about it," said the elderly lady.  "This is why
the crew is women and we prefer mothers to bring their daughters,
not the fathers.  It's happened before, please don't let it
happen to you again."  She got Bob a towel.

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By: Stereograph
    May 2007

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