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My Baby Girl and the Modelling Gig

By WintermuteX 
wintermutex.stories@gmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Wintermutex/www/ 

Previous stories: 
My Baby Girl and Her First Time 
My Baby Girl and Our First Date
My Baby Girl and the Pajama Party

Tags: 
Mg, inc, pedo, rom, cons, oral

Content: 
Pedophilia, Incest, Romance, Seduction

                                  ~*~                                  

"Nooooooooo don't touch me!" my 9-year-old daughter shrieked, 
tearing down the hallway in her bikini with arms flailing. She vaulted 
into our room and slammed the door with a crash that rattled the 
pictures on the wall. 

"Shae? Shae?" I jogged down the hallway, wearing only my workshorts, 
dripping wet and panting with exertion. I tried the door handle. Locked. 
Damnit, that girl was really in trouble now. 

Muttering, I opened the hall closet and felt up on the inside edge of 
the door sill, finding the key taped there. She wasn't going to get away 
with this. I stomped back down the hallway, fit the key to the lock and 
opened the bedroom door. 

Nothing. No daughter. The room was empty. Just sunlight streaming in the 
window and a mysterious daughter-sized lump under the covers on the bed. 
How peculiar. 

I stalked over to the window, talking to myself loudly. "Damn, I guess 
she got away. What a slippery little fox." Muted giggling came from 
under the covers. 

"Can't get any peace," I grumbled. "There I am, just minding my own 
business, trimming my own hedges in my own backyard, and suddenly some 
evil little trickster that just happens to look like my daughter sprays 
me with a garden hose." The bedding shivered in hysterics. 

"Of course, my own daughter is too pure and innocent to do such a thing. 
It must be her evil twin," I continued, monologuing like a villain. "I 
thought I had caught her in the kitchen. I knew her weakness. She was 
vulnerable to my powers: she was ticklish. Ticklish everywhere." 
Laughter choked in spurts from under the sheets. 

"I'll bet she's still in here." I turned to survey the room. "Hmm, yes. 
She couldn't have escaped so easily." 

I made a lot of noise as I padded across the bedroom floor to the 
closet. "Is she...in HERE?" I threw back the closet door. The lumpy 
bedding chortled madly. 

"Nope. Just a lot of panties and cute dresses. This must be her evil 
lair. What about...HERE!" The dresser doors swung wide. 

"Nothing. This is a truly cunning individual. She has thrown me off her 
trail wholly, escaping into the-" 

I jumped onto the bed and pulled the covers. Girlish arms and legs 
exploded everywhere as Shae squealed with laughter and tried to vault by 
me. I pounced and pinned her to the bedding. 

"Aaaahhaaha no FAIR Daddy! You're too big!" she wrestled frantically. 

"Fair? Fair is being able to do yardwork in peace on the weekend without 
someone shooting water up your nose!" I yelled, straddling my daughter's 
kicking legs. 

She guffawed. "You were just TRIMMING for like 2 WHOLE HOURS. Snip, 
snip, snip. Boring!" 

"Your evil justifications can't save you now, fiend!" I attacked, aiming 
for her stomach below the bikini top, drumming my fingers lightly on the 
skin just beneath her ribs. 

Shae howled with laughter and writhed under me, trying to push my hands 
away. I gave her just enough leeway to think she could struggle to her 
knees, and then dived again, sending her into frantic spasms. 

"Nooooo heheh nooooo ahaha STOP!" My daughter buried her face in her 
knees and curled up like a pillbug, body going rigid. "Immph nut 
feerrrrr!" 

"Oh, it's like that is it?" No response. "You're going to curl up into a 
ball forever so I can't tickle you?" Her head worked in a tiny nod. 
"Well I guess I could roll you along the road to school like a tire. 
Might be a little weird in class though." She was shaking with laughter. 
"AND we're still going to get milkshakes later, but I guess I'd have to 
roll you onto a chair and stick a big straw in here." I poked her ear. 
"Or maybe I could take you to the bowling alley and throw you down the 
lane. My lucky little girl bowling ball." 

She remained locked in spherical position. Stalemate. 

"Or I could do this." I brushed the skin at the back of her neck just 
above the shoulder blades. She yelped as if electrocuted and tumbled off 
the bed, giggling crazily. I grabbed her and wrestled her playfully onto 
my lap. 

The hose had left me dripping with water and Shae was still greasy with 
tanning oil. She squirmed like a rabid seal in my grip and the little 
blue-and-white striped bikini top came off as she struggled, revealing 
her naked, slippery chest. I shoved her onto her back on the bed and 
rolled on top of her. Arms and legs pushed halfheartedly at mine, no 
longer trying to get away. 

My half-naked daughter looked down at my body poised above her, fingers 
curling in my chest hair. "Maybe I just wanted some attention Daddy. It 
gets kind of boring tanning all day you know, watching you mow the lawn, 
weed the garden, trim the bushes for houuuuuurs." 

I let my hands run in smooth strokes up and down Shae's smooth chest, 
massaging her tanned flesh and pinching the little pink nipples. My cock 
was a firm rod bulging against my shorts, poking down at my daughter's 
bikini bottoms. 

"Attention!" I yelped. "We went out for breakfast." She nodded, 
agreeing. "We went shopping this morning." Another nod. "And then we 
went to the Farmer's Market and you got that bracelet you wanted." She 
shrugged. "Then you made me rub oil all over you for 15 minutes because 
you kept saying I missed a spot!" She giggled maniacally. "What other 
attention do you need?" 

"Oh, you know..." she grinned impishly, then reached down to her hip and 
tugged loose the drawstring of her bikini bottom. 

I buried her in a kiss under me, enjoying the feel of my daughter's 
luscious body rubbing against mine. The summer had darkened her skin, 
leaving creamy tan lines around her flat breasts and pussy. My chest 
pressed against her, squishing her down into the bedding as our tongues 
worked eagerly, swapping saliva. She was such a tiny thing, all rounded 
shoulders and curvy hips and smelling of sweat and dripping arousal. 
Crushed under me, she wiggled her hips until I broke our kiss and she 
gasped breathlessly. 

"Jeez Daddy," Shae coughed. "You're squeezing me like a pillow." She 
chuckled when she caught her breath. "Oh, is this my punishment? You're 
going to hold me down and kiss me until I can't breathe?" 

Laughing, I sat back on my haunches and gazed down at my 9-year-old 
daughter on the bed. Her face glowed with an expectant smile, naked 
chest heaving with excited breaths. 

"No baby girl, this is your punishment." 

I reached down and yanked the loose bikini bottoms, throwing them to the 
side, then grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. The 
cute little slit between her thighs was already wet with excitement, 
lips swelling slightly from having her Daddy run his hands all over her 
body. 

I bent down and examined my daughter's cunt. Perfectly hairless, puffy 
lips spread under my fingers, revealing the dewy pink flesh inside, and 
I began to massage the slippery channel up and down. She spread her legs 
wider and moaned, raising arms over her head on the sheets. A little 
girl's pussy isn't very big, but my tongue knew the right spots to go. I 
started near the edges of her lips and moved in, licking upwards in slow 
strokes until I reached her clit. Juices coated my lips and chin and I 
worked the little girl's flesh, working upwards until my tongue was 
tapping on the little bud of her clit. Her hips bucked against me in 
erratic rhythm and I kept licking, driving my baby girl towards orgasm. 

"Daddy..." Shae was groaning repeatedly. Her eyes were closed, back 
arching off the bed each time her muscles clenched, chewing on her lip 
with hungry passion. I switched back to my hands, rubbing the little 
pussy and getting my fingers slick before squeezing one into her tight 
channel and sinking it up to the first knuckle. 

"OoooohhOOOOhhOhhh!" my daughter lurched, hands flying down with a gasp 
to her crotch. I let her fingers take over her own clit as I rubbed her 
pussy lips with my thumb and squeezed my finger in farther, adding 
another one into the slippery tunnel. Her breathing raced in a rising 
tempo of gasps until reaching a frantic crescendo, and she convulsed, 
thighs swinging together and hips rolling on the bed. I kept up the 
pressure, fingers working in and out. 

"EeeeeeeeeEEEEE DAAAAAADDDY!" she shrieked, one hand still flicking her 
clit while the other grabbed the sheet and clenched it with white 
knuckles. I held her steady, gripping her thigh, fingers buried inside 
the spasming pussy as she rode the tidal wave of pleasure, until finally 
she relaxed and exhaled in a shuddering rush. 

There are few things as beautiful as watching my sweet little girl 
convulse in orgasm under my fingers. She practically glowed, face and 
stomach flushing red, head lolling in slow motions and she rolled onto 
her side and luxuriated like a cat in the sun. Her hand found mine, 
fingers intertwining tightly, sticky wetness carrying between our palms. 

My Khaki shorts were threatening to burst. I stood up and kicked them 
off. "Hey Daddy I have an idea," she announced with a sassy grin, eyeing 
my dangling cock as I stood above her. "If you take your thingy and put 
it in me and rub it around a lot we might both like it." 

I laughed and slapped her ass in agreement, admiring my daughter's 
jiggle. "Roll over baby girl." 

Shae flopped over onto her stomach bonelessly. Head buried against the 
sheets and ass thrust up into the air, my little girl looked back at me, 
blue eyes gleaming with feral hunger. 

Golden hair glowed in the sunlight as it spilled over her shoulders and 
scattered over the pleasant arch of her back. I grabbed her buttcheeks 
and squeezed, the soft flesh like putty under my hands. She looked so 
beautiful, naked body illuminated in the warm light of the window, 
holding herself up, vulnerable and trusting as she waited for her Daddy 
to enter her. My cock was an iron rod in my hands as I grabbed the base 
and lined it up with daughter's tiny hole. 

I held her gaze with mine as I pushed forward, feeling the little body 
shuddering under me. The slippery hole was achingly tight, but once the 
head was inside and my daughter's pussy lips were gripping my shaft, the 
clenching muscles pulled me in, my cock burying itself once again in my 
daughter's warm pussy where it belonged. 

I held her there for a moment, hands on her waist to keep her steady as 
she shivered in a wordless moan, before pulling back and gently 
thrusting in again. Warmth and wetness wrapped my prick in pulsing 
pleasure. I rocked back again, feeling my daughter's little cunt lips 
glide up and down the thick meat thrusting into her. "Da...Daddeeee-oh," 
Shae gulped, the word cut off as bottomed out again with another push. 
My baby girl was a moaner. Panting encouragement let me know I was doing 
everything right as I plunged in again, increasing the pressure. Muscles 
spasmed and squeezed inside, caressing the bulging flesh that I was 
cramming into her. Shae buried her head into the pillow, tiny squeals 
escaping with each forward slam of the cock in her pussy. Flesh reddened 
under the rigid grip of my fingers on her hips as I bobbed her up and 
down, pumping forcefully into the tiny cunt, working each inch inside 
until a final hammering thrust of my hips buried me up to the base and 
my balls slapped against her thighs. 

Being balls-deep in my baby girl was heaven. Red, animal waves of 
passion raced upwards from my taut shaft, colliding, exploding in 
fireworks of ecstasy. The quiver in her thighs let me know Shae was on 
the brink of orgasm already. I reared back and fucked my daughter like 
an animal, pounding my cock into the little 9-year-old's tiny pussy in 
frenzied rhythm and pushing her bodily down into the bed. 

"eeeeEEEEEEEE DADDY!" she shrieked, head leaving the fabric as she 
arched her neck back, grabbing the pillow with desperate fists. Her cunt 
tightened and locked around my prick with wild, racing spasms as she 
came. I slammed in and stayed there, feeling the cum thunder out of my 
balls and up into my baby girl's womb in a tidal wave of sticky love, 
muscles rigid with my own orgasm, locked to my daughter's body in 
throbbing rapture. 

Air raced out of my lungs, finally, held for what seemed like an 
eternity after I finished pumping sperm into my little girl. The limp 
body under me was trembling, riding out the bliss of her climax, face 
crushed up against the headboard where I had driven her in the final 
moments. I bent down, parting her hair, kissing the sweaty skin of her 
shoulders, the back of her neck, smelling the sweet aroma of my little 
girl after sex. She cooed and wiggled contentedly under me. 

Sighing, I slipped my softening prick out of her channel and cuddled up 
beside the naked girl. Bright sunlight streamed in the window and 
flooded a golden square on the bed where we rested, naked bodies wrapped 
around each other, exchanging kisses and muted sighs. 

My hands came to rest on my daughter's tummy, rubbing the tender skin, 
knowing my cum was drying inside. Screwing my baby girl was a dizzying 
ride that overwhelmed my senses. She was so wonderful, so precious to 
me, effortlessly capturing my total attention every time she tried. She 
was everything to me, a bright, joyful presence that lit up my world. I 
pulled the sheets over us both and wrapped my arms around her. Shae's 
breathing was a hot rush against my neck, naked chest pressed against 
mine, our messy crotches touching under the bedding. She was already 
dozing. I pet her head gently, running fingers through long golden hair 
heated by the sunlight. 

The chores could wait. I had got too caught up in doing them and forgot 
I had promised to spend the day with Shae. The lazy afternoon sun was 
leaving my eyelids heavy too, and I began to drift off. Tomorrow we 
would be busy, since I had to get groceries and then get the car into 
the shop to fix the squeaky brakes. We also had an appointment in the 
afternoon, a gig that Shae's modelling school had set up, her first 
referral to an outside agency. She had been bubbling about it for weeks, 
but I thought that privately she was nervous. 

Well, tomorrow would take care of itself. My hand traveled in one last 
affectionate rub down my daughter's back before I surrendered to sleep. 

                                  ~*~                                  

The agency was a modern affair of glass and inviting faux mahogany, 
accented with sweeping lines of patterned chrome. The receptionist 
greeted us politely and gestured us to sit in the large couches that 
lined the waiting room. I sank into the deep cushions as Shae peered 
furtively around the room like an eager bird. 

It only took a few minutes for him to arrive: a handsome, middle-aged 
man with curling sandy hair and a tailored suit waved at us. "Hello! 
Glad to see you both. I'm Nicholas Deshal, but I *insist* you call me 
Nick." He shook my hand and thrust a business card at me. It was thick 
stock with an illustrated background of a flowing garment in pink 
pastel. "Select Petites" was printed in bold lettering. 

"And you must be Shae." He took her hand in his. "I saw your headshots 
of course. May I say, you are even more lovely in person," he said, 
bowing and kissing her hand in an exaggerated gesture. Shae stared up 
slack-jawed at him, then giggled madly. It was a corny gesture. but Nick 
had a certain affable charm that made it work. "Well," he grinned, "come 
on back to my office and we'll get started. 

Modern art made no sense. I stared bemused as we passed the hanging 
sculpture of rods and wood, following Nick down the tiled hallways. The 
entire agency was sleekly decorated, paintings and sculptures and 
polished mahogany walls proudly declaring the artistic nature of the 
building in not-so-subtle tones. We passed another sculpture when the 
hallway turned, a twisting array of suspended arching surfaces 
intertwined in complicated fashion. The stainless steel, gleaming in 
soft light, faintly suggested a surrealistic impression of feminine 
curves, but that was about all I could get out of it. 

"Hi Nick!" A shrill little girl in a swimsuit darted out of a side door 
marked "Private" and clamped her arms violently around Nick's waist, 
staring up at him adoringly. "When did you get back from your trip? How 
was it huh? Are you going to be at my shoot today? Huh? Are you? Don't 
forget that you said you would!" Her words tumbled out rapidly, tripping 
over each other with excitement. 

Nick smiled as he looked down at the little girl. "Of course I am 
sweetie. You know I never miss them. It's in a couple hours isn't it?" 

The little girl nodded. She was about Shae's age, extremely pretty, with 
short brown hair and a tiny nose, clad in a dark green one-piece 
swimsuit that was open on the back and hugged her body revealingly. 
Nick's hand rubbed her shoulder in a very familiar gesture. 

"Okaaaaay!" she squealed. "Ok you said you'd be there so don't forget 
Nick!" She squeezed his waist again and ran back where she came from. 

"That's Susie," he said, apparently unruffled by the drive-by hugging. 
"She's one of our younger models. Winning smile, the photographers love 
to work with her." He straightened his suit slightly. "A little bit 
energetic, but a real sweetheart." 

"We work primarily with female models between 6 and 15," he said as we 
continued down the hallway. "We do business with clients from all over 
the world, who value us for the quality of our work. Ah, here we are. 
Come in please." 

At least Nick's office was more muted than the rest of the building. 
Pleasant lamplight shone cheerily on polished wood, giving the 
impression of a modern study. A fancy dress adorned a mannequin in one 
corner, and there was only one sculpture: a porous stone figurine, a 
woman, arms raised above her head in rapture, long gown flowing in an 
unseen wind. Extremely feminine: Diana, perhaps. 

Nick took a seat behind his desk as we sat opposite. He passed over an 
enormous binder of glossy photographs. 

"We focus on industry-leading quality photography services," he said, 
delivering a well-rehearsed spiel. "Our models are hand-picked from the 
finest in the world and specialize in custom and discrete compositions 
for private clients. 

I was picking through the demo book, Shae watching from next to my 
shoulder. Gorgeous young girls in fancy dresses, summerwear, 
accessorized outfits, tight-fitting swimsuits. Tasteful. Artistic. Very 
young. I tapped my finger on the binder, thinking. 

Nick went on. "Our photography is done on a custom basis for each client 
- usually fashion magazines, swimsuit catalogs, and smaller department 
stores - and our clients are handpicked as much as our models are." He 
nodded at Shae. 

The back third of the book featured girls in a variety of suggestive 
clothing. Tube tops, bras and panties, revealing sleepwear, and 
collections of filmy lingerie. My eyes halted on the seductive smile of 
a young girl, laying on a bed in an evocative pose wearing a purple 
babydoll that bordered on transparent. I looked up. 

"Ah yes." Nick cleared his throat. "Many of our clients are in the 
market for more alluring and exotic sets, but find them difficult to 
acquire in sufficient quality. That's where we come in. We retain models 
with specific skills that specialize in attractive demonstration of 
clothing for the young girl and pre-teen market. He shifted in his seat. 
"Not every model is cut out for such...intimate compositions. That's why 
our contracts are offered individually, with no long-term commitments. 
You can pick the work you want. One job, one session, and if you decide 
you want more work, we have it." He looked from me to Shae and back, 
judging our reactions. "The privacy and discretion of our models is a 
top priority for us," Nick said, accenting his point with a finger in 
the air. "We want you to be as comfortable as possible." 

Shae was barely listening to the pitch. She had grabbed the binder and 
was flipping through it eagerly, entranced. 

I looked at Nick. "It's a very interesting opportunity. Can you give us 
a few minutes to discuss it?" 

"Of course, of course." Nick checked his watch. "I have to check on 
something anyway. How about I come back in 10 minutes with some coffee?" 
he asked. I nodded my agreement, and Nick left us alone. 

"Look at this one!" Shae gushed, pointing at one of the photos. An 
attractive teenager with lustrous black hair smiled demurely in a yellow 
summer dress, hand resting on her curvy hip. "She's pretty. Oh these are 
nice too." Two younger girls in orange two-piece swimsuits featured in 
playful poses against a beach background, expressions frozen in joyful 
laughter. 

"They're very nice," I agreed. The work *was* professional, very 
high-quality, much better than you would find in an average clothing 
catalog. "But what do you think? Do you want to work here? We probably 
won't have time for both this and the other jobs." Shae had done a 
little bit of off-and-on work contracted directly through Alamendro, her 
modelling school, but they weren't for clothing. They were more in the 
realm of generic and stock photography, like when a girl was needed to 
play the part of the daughter in a "typical family having fun" type of 
portrait. 

She flipped a few more pages lazily, nodding. "Yeah, I want to do it. 
Those other jobs were boring. Well, not boring. I mean they were sorta 
fun, but this is soooo much cooler." 

I pointed at one of the girls in a skimpy swimsuit. "Are these the kind 
of clothes you want to model?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she said. "I could do those." 

I flipped to the back, and pointed to a lavish dark-haired teenager 
wearing a warm smile and a bright red bra and panty set. "How about 
these?" 

Shae grinned. "I could definitely do those. Some of these are pretty 
much what I wear at home anyway Daddy." 

I tapped her leg in warning and looked around nervously. Good thing we 
were still alone. My daughter could be indiscreet sometimes. 

I let her keep looking at the binder. She was very excited, that much 
was obvious. Her other work, amateur shoots really, hadn't engaged her 
nearly this much. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised at her 
eagerness: Shae was only 9 years old, but she had an exhibitionist 
streak a mile wide. She had stripped for me at home several times, 
teasing me with suggestive outfits before peeling them off piece by 
piece. She loved to be looked at, but up until now it had always been 
just me looking at her. 

Nick returned in short order, bearing a holder with three drinks: coffee 
for me and him, and a sweet chocolate mocha for Shae. 

"Ahhh, there we are," he sighed, sipping the steaming beverage. "I have 
a weakness for coffee. I don't think I'd be able to get out of bed in 
the morning without it. Now then, what do you think? Do you want to sign 
on with Select Petites?" 

Shae and I looked at each other. She nodded, eagerness gleaming in her 
eyes. 

"Yes, we'll do it," I said. 

"Wonderful!" Nick fetched a small pile of papers and straightened them 
with his hands. "This entire afternoon is our open trial session for new 
models. We can get started right away. We'll shoot a few short sessions, 
Shae, whatever you are comfortable with, so we can evaluate where you 
are and where your skills might best fit in." My daughter nodded. "Oh 
and there's one fringe benefit I forgot to mention," Nick continued, 
"something not a lot of other places do. When a client asks us to 
produce a set with an outfit, they frequently send up to a dozen copies. 
This means we have extras. Usually, after a set, you have the 
opportunity to take the outfit home for yourself if you like." 

I wondered if Nick could read minds. He seemed to be gauging my 
daughter's reaction: eyes sparkling eagerly and a lunatic grin plastered 
on her face. There was probably nothing that could have compelled Shae 
as strongly as the prospect of beautiful designer clothing for free. "I 
thought you might like that," he said slyly. Now, I just have a few 
things for you to sign. 

                                  ~*~                                  

"Oh honey, this hair is just GOR-geous!" The flamboyant man worked his 
fingers through the strands, separating and styling my daughter's hair 
in sections. "Like some girls, you know, they're just dirty bottle 
blondes. They don't have 'it', honey. You know what I mean." Shae 
giggled girlishly as the man in the black turtleneck combed and brushed 
and worked magic with mousse, teasing the long hair into an attractive 
design. "But this is the real thing, honey. It's like gold. Keep doing 
what you're doing, sweetie. A few tiny split ends on this side" - he 
attacked these with the brush - "but you can't help that much." 

I read magazines and watched from the couch of the small dressing room 
as Ricky got my daughter ready. He never seemed to stop talking. Hair 
and makeup were handled with expert precision as she sat in the chair in 
front of the brightly-lit mirror, transforming through slow stages into 
a vision of unblemished beauty. They chattered vigorously, Shae finding 
at last someone she could talk to about makeup and fashion and the fine 
art of toenail painting. 

Given a choice from a rack of several outfits, Shae had picked a purple 
bikini, and Ricky had arrived shortly afterwards to get her ready. She 
looked amazing already, like any of the pretty girls in the photographs, 
the subtle makeup encouraging a healthy glow in her face. 

"Shae, we're ready for you." Finally. Shae waved goodbye to Ricky and a 
young man with a clipboard led us down the narrow hallway to an open 
studio. 

"Hello there Shae, Mr. Watts." Nick nodded genially. "Allow me to 
introduce Mark, our photographer, and Brendan, our studio director." 
Young men both, cameras hanging from their necks. I shook their hands. 
"Usually these last about 20 minutes," Nick said to me, guiding me to 
the darkened edge of the studio while the staff talked with Shae. "We 
have couches and magazines, and there's a coffeepot and snacks right 
over there." He nodded towards a counter. "Bathroom is down that 
hallway. If you need anything at all, just let us know." 

I made myself comfortable on the couch. A small lamp was nearby, but 
reading more magazines was hardly my idea of entertainment, so I just 
looked around the room and watched Shae. 

The stage was a small platform of shiny laminate wood, elevated about a 
foot and drenched in bright lights, with a powder-blue panel for a back. 
Director's chairs, wheeled tables, and mounted lights were scattered in 
a semicircle around it. The rest of the studio was in darkness. Mark was 
sitting on his haunches, talking quietly to Shae, while Brendan fussed 
with a long white panel near the stage that seemed designed to soften 
and reflect the light. Nick was sitting in one of the chairs, tapping 
something into his phone. 

Shae burst out laughing and then blushed. Mark seemed to have put her at 
ease. He gestured the girl onto the stage as the men fiddled with their 
cameras. 

I had to admit, my baby girl looked good in that bikini. Light flooded 
every inch of her body, showing off the smooth skin, highlighting the 
curves of her shoulders and waist. She squinted against the lights as 
the men shouted a few more directions and started up some light pop 
music for energy. 

I had seen my daughter pucker and pose, pout and posture and preen for 
me dozens of times, but Shae was laying it on thick now. The men coaxed 
her with general directions, letting her turn to the side and arch her 
back, then face front with hands on hips and flood them with an inviting 
smile. She cut loose, moving her body from pose into pose, letting the 
shutters click rapidly each time. She bent forward and smiled 
seductively, then arched her back, twirling to her side and sending 
inviting looks with her hand on her shoulder, then flipped around to 
show off her backside, thrusting her butt out prominently, and letting 
the men get shots of her looking back over her shoulder while biting her 
lip suggestively. 

I wondered if the photographers were enjoying this as much as I was. My 
daughter stood on the stage, showing off her trim little 9-year-old 
body, accenting her feminine curves with every pose, giving eyefuls of 
her hips and her cute little butt for the cameras. Damnit, it was too 
hot in this studio. I shouldn't have worn this jacket. I flapped the 
fabric, trying to cool myself. Shae's poses drew encouraging remarks. 
The little purple bikini was thin and didn't hide much. Shae posed in a 
three-quarter turn and arched her head back, hair spilling like a golden 
river on her back. Fuck, I had peeled my daughter's clothes off so many 
times before stuffing my cock in her that it was all I could think 
about. I wanted to pull the little knot of her bikini top, see her naked 
chest and run my hands over it. Shae pivoted, butt thrust out and hand 
on hip, turned to look backwards with a beguiling smirk. The men snapped 
eagerly, rotating their cameras to get different shots. 

I made a furious mental note to wear baggy pants next time. My cock was 
straining at the suit pants, threatening to burst a seam. I shifted on 
the couch, and shifted again. It was impossible for me to look at my 
daughter's sexy body and NOT get hard. I might as well have tried to fly 
by flapping my arms. But it wouldn't be good at all if Shae finished and 
I had to come up front with a bulging erection tenting my pants and say 
"good job sweetie". 

I closed my eyes and tried to get myself under control. Think cold 
showers, old ladies, dying puppies. Anything but the sweet curves of my 
baby girl. Maybe a magazine would help. I pawed at the stack in the 
dark, and came back with a lingerie magazine. Trying again, I netted 
gold: Fly Fishing Monthly. 

I was several pages into a coma-inducing article about dwindling trout 
populations in the Dakotas before my prick finally surrendered. I looked 
up to see how Shae was doing. 

She was still posing, but seemed slightly upset. Mark was standing near 
the stage, giving quiet directions, while Brendan snapped scattered 
shots. She worked around to a frontal pose, arms held behind her, but 
didn't seem able to muster a smile. Mark shook his head. I went up to 
see what was the matter. 

"Ok that's good guys." Nick saw me approaching. "Good job Shae. Let's 
take 5 and we'll try a few more after that, ok?" 

He took me aside in a brief whisper. "Shae seems a little upset. We got 
a lot of good shots at the start, but something is bothering her. Can 
you see what you can do?" 

I nodded. Nick and the staff busied themselves with their equipment as 
Shae came to the edge of the stage. I held my hand out for her so she 
could hop down. 

"Good job sweetie," I beamed down at her. "You looked great up there." 

"Yeah..." Shae seemed distracted. "I guess so." 

I looked around the studio. "Maybe you should take a break and sit down 
for a minute. It looks tough up there." I guided her back to the couch 
and let her sink onto the fluffy cushions. 

"Are you ok sweetie?" I asked, massaging her arms lightly. "You were 
doing really good. Is it fun?" 

"Oh, yeah. I mean, it's fun..." Shae trailed off. I knew my daughter, 
and she had all of her telltale signs of anxiety: twirling hair in her 
fingers, a slight jitter in her arms, lips tightly closed. 

"But?" I prompted. 

"Well, I mean there are all these lights. You have to look into them 
without squinting and you can't see much of anything. It was ok at 
first." 

"Are you nervous?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I guess...I'm nervous. I did good in my classes. I can put on any 
pose they want. But it's scary. I kept wondering if my top was on 
straight, or my hair was ok. It's hard to see anything but the lights. I 
could hear them, but it was like everybody had left and I was just 
standing there. So uh...I was looking around for you Daddy, but I 
couldn't see you." Shae looked down, ashamed. "And I started thinking 
you had left. Then they told me to do it different, to smile more, and I 
tried but..." 

My fingers rubbed the skin of her arms gently as I tried to think of the 
right thing to say. 

"You know what? You're right," I declared. "It's way too scary up there. 
I'd be pretty intimidated too, with all those lights and people telling 
me what to do. I can't blame you." Shae was looking down at her feet 
with a frown. "Luckily," I went on, "I have a solution." 

"Uh, you do?" she asked. 

"Sure honey. I'll put on the bikini and go up there and they can take 
pictures of me for the rest of the day." 

She snorted, but I detected the faintest trace of a grin beginning at 
the corner of her mouth. 

"I mean, I'm not sure if they would like my hairy chest. Or maybe they 
would. Maybe they could sell the photos to 'Hairy Men in Bikinis 
Monthly'. I hear they pay well." 

The grin was working its way inwards from the corners of her mouth. 

"I can't pose like you can, but I can make kissy faces. They're just as 
good. See?" I puckered my lips grotesquely like a fish. "I bet they'll 
like it. Seeeee?" I bent my face close to hers, teasing her with sucking 
noises until finally my daughter laughed and pushed me away. "Ok Daddy 
stop. Sheesh. Gross..." But it was worth it, because now a smile was on 
her face and her arm had lost that little quiver of nervousness. 

I took a careful look around. Nobody was near us in the darkened area. 
My hands folded over hers on her lap. "Honey, do you remember when you 
did that little dance you gave me at home?" She nodded. Shae liked to 
repeat the dances she saw in music videos, relentlessly practicing until 
she got it right. I'd already resolved to get her into dance classes, as 
soon as we could find the time. "That was from the Shakira video wasn't 
it?" 

"Uh huh." Shae nodded. I knew it was one of her favorites. 

"And you told me to sit down and No Touching until the end, remember?" 
She nodded again. 

"You weren't very shy then. In fact, you're a pretty confident girl. 
Remember how that dance went?" Shae smiled. She remembered. 

My daughter had told me she had wanted to try out a dance, then started 
the song on her computer. What she really wanted was to cocktease me 
into insanity. I was stuck to the chair, forbidden by little girl law 
from moving an inch, as she twirled and swayed her hips, thrusting her 
pelvis and losing bits of clothing one by one. She had actually put 
together a little costume not too far off from the video, and then shed 
each piece, losing the fluffy cuffs, the scarf, the armbands, the shirt, 
the belt, the skirt and leggings, and finally the bra and panties until 
she was naked. It had been a monumental effort to keep my cock under 
control and wait until the end of the song before I bent her over on the 
bed and fucked her brains out. 

"Well honey, it's just a thought, but maybe if you think back to how 
confident you felt during that dance, you'll feel confident up there 
too." 

"Yeah maybe but..." Shae looked up at me in the darkness. "I'm confident 
when you're around Daddy, but I can't even see you back here." 

"Oh." I paused in surprise. "Well, we can fix that." I squeezed her arms 
encouragingly. 

I led her back to the stage, a reassuring hand on her back. 

"Hi Shae. Feel like doing a few more?" Nick asked, flashing his handsome 
smile. Shae nodded and looked up at me. 

"I'll just sit up here in one of those chairs Nick," I said. "Things 
might go smoother if she can see me." 

"Totally fine," he said. 

Shae strode onto the stage and gave it her all, posturing in graceful 
motions and smiling warmly like an angel. She kept her eyes on the 
cameras, as she had been taught, but every once in a while, her gaze 
flicked over to me for a moment, sitting off to the side in the little 
director's chair, watching her, and her sunny smile brightened with 
confidence. She could do anything, if her Daddy was watching. 

                                  ~*~                                  

"We'll do one more a little later, maybe in half an hour," Nick told me, 
twisting the knob and opening the door. "Two good shoots will give Shae 
an excellent starting point in our client portfolio." He led me and Shae 
inside the comfortable room. 

"This is another amenity that we make available for our clients," he 
said, sweeping an arm out expansively. "Especially with younger models, 
who often show up with their parents, we find it much more desirable to 
offer private space at the agency for downtime between shoots. That way, 
they don't have to sit around bored, potentially for hours, or leave the 
building and come back. Our models and their family can rest here, and 
be refreshed when we call for them, giving us more flexibility in 
scheduling. We have several of these rooms. There are also showers in 
the bathrooms down the hall." 

The outer area was functional, serving as a dressing room with a makeup 
counter, with the rest of the space occupied by several long racks of 
clothes jam-packed with outfits. The decor was artsy and comfortable, 
just like the rest of the agency. A short hall led to a smaller room 
with wood-paneled walls, a comfortable-looking bed and chair, a 
mini-fridge, and a flat-panel television. I was impressed. 

"You're welcome to nap or watch TV or do whatever you like," Nick 
explained, showing me around as Shae dove into the clothing racks. He 
pointed to the speaker by the door. "When one of our studios opens up we 
can just buzz down to see if you're ready instead of sending people 
running all over the place. It works out very well." 

"The doors lock, of course," he explained. "We want our models to be 
comfortable. Privacy is a top priority for us. Privacy...and 
discretion." He nodded briefly before leaving us alone. 

"Look at this Daddy!" My daughter emerged from the dense jungle of 
clothing racks like a mole tunneling out of the ground, holding a slate 
grey dress. "Look, it's so pretty! This skirt is great." She held it up 
to her front. "Oh, it's too big though. Bummer. But this red one, 
ohmygosh it's perfect!" She wandered gleefully among the dresses and 
shirts like she had found heaven. 

I locked the outer door and got us some water bottles from the fridge, 
wondering just how much had been lurking behind Nick's final knowing 
nod. Offering a bottle to Shae, I reclined against the makeup counter 
while she slurped noisily. 

"You did great honey. I'm proud of you," I said. I really was. With just 
a little bit of encouragement, Shae had handled a tough situation with 
confidence, applying what she had learned in the last year. Her classes 
had clearly paid off. 

"Thanks Daddy," she smiled, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her 
arm. "I really liked it, once I got over being scared. I want to keep 
doing it." 

"Well that's good," I laughed, "since you have another one in half an 
hour. 

I fingered a camera on the counter, sleek black with a long lens 
extension, left sitting in the messy array of tools and makeup supplies. 
"I'll bet the pictures turn out great. You looked amazing up there." I 
smirked. "I was getting kind of uncomfortable in the back, watching you 
strut around." 

"Oh really?" Shae preened visibly. "Which pose did you like best? Was it 
this one?" She turned three quarters away from me, thrusting her butt 
out and planting a hand on her hip, looking back at me while her hair 
spilled down her back. "Or was it this one?" She arched a leg, toes 
pointing down to the floor and hand resting on her thigh, a sultry 
glance escaping from the side of her downturned head. 

"All of them," I beamed. Watching my daughter up close was summoning 
another uncomfortable bulge in my pants. My suit was really not built to 
accommodate raging hard-ons. Shae kept teasing me, demanding a score for 
each pose. The purple bikini didn't leave much to the imagination, 
showing off the creamy skin of her flat tummy and the graceful sweep of 
her hips. Her body was a pleasing hourglass, curves emphasized by the 
changing posture. How had she learned to ripple her hair over her 
shoulder so provocatively like that? Or bend her head and look up at me 
with an expression equal parts innocence and pleading? I used my hands 
to rearrange the fabric of my crotch, again, trying to find room for the 
inevitable result of my little girl's tantalizing exhibition. 

"Hey I have an idea!" She grabbed the bulky camera and shoved it in my 
hands. "I can try on these outfits and you can take pictures of me. We 
can do our own photo shoot!" 

"Sweetie I have no idea how to use one of these things," I said 
apologetically, holding the camera awkwardly in front of me. 

Shae rolled her eyes like I was the biggest moron that had ever existed. 
"Ok well you don't have to ACTUALLY take pictures Daddy. Just like, 
pretend, ok?" 

She darted into the racks like a startled deer when I nodded. My fingers 
cleared the random clutter off the small boombox on the counter and hit 
play, sending bubblegum pop music surging into the room as I waited. I 
could follow Shae's progress by the small disturbances in the 
tightly-packed clothing, like she walking through a cornfield. Two 
purple scraps were hefted carelessly on top of the racks as she changed. 

"Sexy, so sexy, dem boys so vex me, girls they wanna hex me," sang the 
speakers in thumping rhythm. Shae danced her way into the open, wearing 
a slim green dress with delicate straps and a wide skirt. She posed for 
me as I hefted the camera, giggling and smiling in a girlish posture, 
then bending over and blowing a kiss at the camera. I worked my finger 
on one of the buttons, laughing, pretending the shutter was snicking 
rapidly. 

Hips arched under the tight-fitting fabric of the dress, swaying with 
delicious rhythm, showcasing my daughter's curves as she swept from pose 
to pose, filling with small bits of dancing when the beat picked up. She 
twirled around, sending the skirt flaring, and then stopped, thrusting 
out her butt and flipping the skirt with her hands. No panties, just the 
sweet flesh of my daughter's tight ass. She pranced forward and twirled 
again to face me as the song swelled to a climax, suddenly snapping her 
skirt up in the air, flashing me with a view of her little hairless 
pussy before pivoting seamlessly back into the wall of clothing. 

I laughed and clapped, and the next song was just starting when she came 
out in a thin white belly shirt, black leggings stretching up above her 
knees, and a ridiculously short pleated skirt. She posed with arms 
raised high like a ballerina, head resting against her arm with a warm 
smile. The top hugged her like a second skin, showing off every inch of 
her smooth chest, perky nipples poking against the fabric, leaving her 
sexy tummy bare. The skirt barely hung low enough to cover my little 
girl's slit, and she used that to great effect, practicing suggestive 
postures that left her bent over, giving me short peeps of her precious 
hairless lips and sweet little asshole. 

I hooted and shouted suggestions like I was a photographer, holding the 
camera to my eyes, until she danced back into the racks. I undid my belt 
and tugged at my collar, sweating. It was too damn hot in here. The 
music cut to a commercial. 

"Hey Daddy!" my daughter yelled from somewhere in the field of clothing. 
"Whoa, this is great! And it fits. You're going to like this." 

Shae emerged, a sexy bikini of bubblegum pink wrapped around her. The 
bottoms had a frill of cute ruffles around the edge. It was the same 
swimsuit Shae had been wearing on our vacation 2 years ago when I first 
took her virginity. 

Giggling, Shae spun a full circle in front of me. "Remember this Daddy?" 

"I sure do," I gulped. The girlish bikini my daughter had been wearing 
when I first rubbed my fingers over her slippery little pussy was burned 
into my memory. "They just happened to have this?" 

She shrugged. "That entire rack is all swimsuits. They have practically 
everything." She turned around and planted her butt against my crotch, 
feeling the steel rod of flesh poking up at her. "You were rubbing 
suntan oil on me, remember?" My hands went to her bottoms, fondling the 
skin through the fabric. "I didn't want you to stop," she said, twisting 
her neck to look up at me with with a naughty smile. "It felt really 
good having your fingers down there, but I didn't know why." 

My hands dived into the fabric, squeezing the taut globes of my 
daughter's behind back and forth. She was sending me over the edge, 
seeing her in that swimsuit again. I bent my head down next to hers, 
smelling the sweet aroma of my little girl, brushing her ear with lips, 
spilling heavy breaths onto her neck as my fingers dived deeper into her 
bottoms. 

Abruptly, I swung my daughter off her legs, lifting the squealing girl 
and carrying her in my arms. Standing up straight was agony, my prick 
pointing out directly in front of me, straining to be free. Shae laughed 
and kissed my neck, legs kicking playfully as I carried her down the 
hall. The little room was small but cozy, with comfortable white sheets 
on the bed. I kicked the door closed and smacked the lock with my elbow, 
then tumbled the little girl into a heap on the sheets. 

My tie flew off practically by itself and I worked on my cuffs. Shae 
smirked at me from the bed, rolling onto her side and planting an elbow 
on the bed, fingers of her other hand tapping impatiently on the sheets 
while she waited for her Daddy to make love to her. Heart racing in my 
chest until I thought it would explode, I shed jacket and shirt, then 
stepped out of my shoes and pushed down my pants, kicking the whole mess 
aside. Shae squealed with mock surprise when I jumped on the bed with 
her, as though my 9-year-old daughter didn't realize that teasing her 
Daddy with a sexy show would get her vigorously fucked. 

We wrestled playfully for a moment before I shoved her arms down onto 
the bed and straddled the girl, bending down to kiss her neck and ears, 
fingers tracing wild paths over the smooth skin of her chest before 
gliding under her top and coming to rest on the little nubs. A few 
gentle pinches and twists brought a gasp to my daughter's mouth which I 
promptly buried with my own, kissing her madly into the sheets, letting 
our tongues meet and duel. The tip of my prick, finding freedom at last, 
was poking from the flap of my boxers, grazing her stomach lightly as we 
moved in rhythm. My hand went behind her and pulled the tie of her pink 
bikini, yanking the top off, and the other did the same for her bottoms. 
The cloth disappeared under us, forgotten. Arms and legs fumbled against 
each other's bodies, fingers twining and curling into tangled hair, and 
I left a trail of kisses down the slender neck to her chest and took a 
tiny nipple in my teeth. 

"Oooooh Daddy, don't...unnnngh," Shae words fumbled as she arched her 
neck and trailed off into a moan, unable to finish. The little pink 
nubs, flush and erect, were one of my baby girl's most sensitive parts. 
I worked one with gentle pinches and brushed the other with my lips 
before moving on, trying not to overdo it. A red flush colored my 
daughter's face and she gulped in between frantic breaths. Just right. 

My tongue swirled down her tummy and circled her belly button, kissing 
the delicate little hole, earning a sputtering spasm from the ticklish 
minx. Her fingers curled tightly in my short hair, clamped with frantic 
need as her Daddy worked her body into passionate arousal. I ended up at 
the pretty little lips between her legs, already swelling. Questing 
fingers explored inside, rubbing up and down in smooth strokes before 
pulling the flesh aside and tickling the little jewel at the top. 

Shae's thighs jerked abruptly and her hands clenched into fists in my 
hair as she convulsed with a shuddering cry. My baby girl had me so 
worked up I thought my cock would explode, but now she was as excited as 
I was, panting like an animal and teetering on the brink. 

I sat back and practically tore off my shorts. This luscious little 
vixen squirming under me was making me crazy, sending my senses into 
overdrive. My aching cock pleaded to get inside my baby girl's pussy, 
now. I grabbed the base, pulling on her thigh with my other hand and 
lining up the tip to the wet slit with an animal urgency, then squeezed 
inside. 

Warm pussy walls gripped my cock as I entered my daughter, forcing 
myself into the tight tunnel. She was thoroughly wet, coating me with a 
slick grease as I pulled back and shoved myself in again. Mewling noises 
worked their way out of my daughter's mouth with each urgent thrust, one 
arm held above her head and the other running frantic circles on her 
chest. We wouldn't last long. I could already feel the racing pulse 
squeezing my prick, pelvic muscles clamping in the rapid frenzy that 
meant she was about to cum. Plunging, slippery flesh worked on my rod, 
beating a penetrating tempo into the little girl's pussy, inches working 
inside her in tight progress until my prick was buried to the balls into 
my baby girl. 

A red hurricane was beating in my brain, hurtling with animal lust as I 
hammered into the girl, pelvis banging against her thighs like a runaway 
train. I filled my eyes with the sight of my daughter's eyes fluttering 
and her tiny body wiggling in erotic overdrive as I filled her with my 
cock. Both hands planted on the sheets, bent over as I pistoned, face 
close to hers, I watched her cheeks and mouth twitch and distort in 
trembling orgasm. 

"Daddy! Da-addy!" The word ripped itself from her mouth with each 
powerful motion. Light exploded in my brain as the thick flesh buried in 
my daughter bulged, planting itself inside her with a final slam and 
erupting with a flood of cum into her cunt. Balls clenched frantically, 
racing spurts of gooey seed flooding into my daughter, squishing against 
her slippery walls. My heart pulsed madly as I grasped her, blindly 
holding her body to me with an iron grip as each heap of sperm gushed 
into her in an ebbing torrent. We shuddered in lockstep, panting motions 
building thrilling waves of friction as our sweaty bodies rubbed against 
each other in the glow of our shared climax. 

Slowly, like swimming to the glassy surface from the depths of an ocean, 
I caught my breath. My body was limp above my daughter, arms locked 
tightly around her, enveloping the petite frame. I raised my head and my 
lips found hers, pressing gently, feeling her pushing back with the 
intimate, trusting warmth of a lover who shared everything with me, 
holding nothing back. Languidly, we untangled, arms and legs unbinding 
from each other and the twisting sheets until we could sit up. 

The room was a mess. My shirt and jacket were crumpled on the floor. My 
pants had ended up on the TV, and one of my shoes was missing. Somehow 
the wastebasket had been kicked over. The bed looked like a pack of wild 
bears had attacked it. And Shae, my sweet, gorgeous little girl, face 
still flush with the glow of orgasm and sticky cum on her legs as she 
sat on the bed in a daze, looked like a disheveled angel. I probably 
didn't look any better. 

I'm not sure how, but somehow our clothing found its way correctly to 
the various spots they belonged on our bodies. I located my shoe behind 
the fridge after a brief hunt and wandered to the outer dressing room 
just in time to hear the speaker buzz. 

"Hello Shae, Mr. Watts. How's it going?" Nick. Had it been a half hour 
already? 

I pressed the talk button. "Hi Nick." I was shaking my head, trying to 
regain my senses. "Um, we're good. Just watching TV." 

"Good, good. Listen, there's a holdup in the studio. Is it alright if we 
move Shae's second session out another half hour?" 

"Oh, yeah that will be fine." I looked at my daughter, still a bit 
foggy, emerging from the bedroom with large streaks of my jizz on her 
thighs. "I think we'll use the time to take a shower," I said. 

"Sounds good. We'll have Ricky come down to get Shae ready after that. 
I'm terribly sorry for the delay. Normally we keep things moving pretty 
well. There are towels in the small closet. Also, we always have a 
sandwich bar in the upper lobby if the snacks in the fridge won't cut 
it. Once Shae's picked the outfit she wants for the next shoot just give 
us a buzz." 

"Ok, thanks Nick." The speaker clicked off. 

I rested my back against the wall and let out a deep breath. I should 
probably tidy up the room before we went to the shower. No need to be 
too obvious. Shae had flopped into the makeup chair and sat dreamily. 

"You have to pick an outfit for the next shoot," I said. 

"Oh." She looked indecisively at the vast field of clothing on the 
racks. "What do you think I should wear Daddy?" 

I didn't have to think hard about that. "You should wear the pink one." 

"The pink one?" She looked at the racks in confusion. 

"The pink one," I asserted. 

My daughter looked up at me, then down at her bikini. "Oh, the pink 
one," she smiled. 

I had the feeling I would like this gig every bit as much as Shae did. 

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