Convincing the Models

By IronBuddah

Chapter 3

Peter wasn't sure what to expect when he arrived the next day to pose for Debbie again. However, she didn't say anything about yesterday's events, so he didn't bring them up either. The only thing that indicated anything out of the ordinary was going on was the way Peter kept checking the door to make sure it wasn't going to suddenly pop open. He knew he wasn't going to be able to see the door once he started posing though.

Once she got Peter posed, Debbie had a dilemma. She had sketched the scene as a traditional nude, but she really wanted to paint Peter's erect cock. She pulled up one of the photos she had of him fully engorged and decided that she couldn't wait until the next scene to start painting his tumescent member. She erased her initial pencil drawing of his manhood and called for a break after a relatively short time spent posing. Peter was a bit surprised, but resumed watching the door, wary of another teen age interruption from Meagan.

As soon as Peter assumed his pose for the second time, Debbie informed him that she had Meagan pose for a few sketches the previous night. That had no appreciable affect on his cock, although it perhaps lengthened a bit. However when she told Peter that Meagan had taken off her shirt and posed nervously for photos in her bra, his cock lengthened fully and started to rise.

"Are you sure you should be telling me this?" Peter questioned.

"Of course I should! It's obvious from what happened yesterday that you do want to pose with her, no matter how much you protest it." Peter's cock continued to harden, and he broke pose to stare at his rising member is some disbelief. Debbie allowed him to watch his cock throb until fully hard before telling him to resume his pose.

"Peter looked back up at the ceiling. "I don't know why you're so gung ho to get me and your daughter naked in the same room. It's like you want me to knob the kid or something."

"NO! No, I don't want you to touch her!"

"But you do want her naked body to give me a boner. Fuck, are you telling me all this stuff so that you can paint me with a hard on right now?"

"I sure am." Debbie admitted.

"Why?" Peter demanded.

"Because it's magnificent! When you're hard, it just makes your perfect body that much more impressive, and capturing your reaction to Meagan is going to make her perfect body that much more appealing. Even right now, without her in the scene, your erection is making the scene I've sketched out much more dynamic! It opens up so many new possible interpretations of the painting."

"Lady, the people who told me about you said that you were a little weird, but a skilled painter. Now that I can judge for myself, I think you're fucking bat shit crazy!"

"Well, when I asked about you, I was told that of all the athletic models who would pose nude for me, you had the best body and were the only one safe to bring into a house with a teen age daughter. I haven't seen anything that would make me doubt that assessment yet."

"I don't know about that. I wouldn't feel comfortable being left alone in a room with your jailbait daughter after the way you've been egging me on about her the last two days."

"Don't worry Peter. I've got a plan that will make you rock hard upon sight of my daughter but leave you in perfect control of that massive dick of yours." Peter wanted to know what the plan was, but all Debbie would tell his was, "All in good time."

Peter had become soft during his next break, so Debbie filled him in on her plan to stiffen him back up. "OK Peter, here's the plan. You're going to train yourself to respond to Meagan's body by looking at topless pictures of my daughter, but not to need to masturbate until you get home. You can start today once I'm done with the painting."

"What!" Peter exclaimed. The effect on his cock was near instant. Debbie wondered what kind of shape his heart was in to fill such a big dick with blood so quickly. Gasping for breath Peter asked. "What are you saying?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot that I hadn't mentioned that not only did I get Meagan posing in her underwear yesterday, I got her to slip those big jugs of hers out of her bra. At first I thought that it might take me a month just to get her to pose nude solo, but I bet I could have her standing here naked next to you within a week if you can get your cock under control that quickly. Don't worry, I don't really expect you to be able to counter millions of years of sexual evolution that quickly, but it should give you some motivation." Little did Debbie know that her male model was the best possible candidate for the training she had in mind.

Debbie had to make a few minor modifications to her painting, because Peter's cock was so much more aroused than it had been in the earlier pose that it effected his entire body. She was so engrossed by painting Peter's and his rigid manhood that she didn't realize he had held his pose for far longer than was traditional until she was almost done with the painting. Debbie finished up the painting rather than taking a break then needing a short posing session. Debbie decided that the finished painting made Peter look like a being of awesome power whose only weakness was controlling that power.

Peter was in his robe and resting when Debbie called him over to look at the photos of Meagan on the computer. He had become soft again after his extended posing session at full tumescence, but Debbie noticed the front of his robe starting to bulge when he approached the workstation. As soon as he saw the first image of Debbie's teen girl, his cock parted the front of the robe and pointed obscenely at the image of the teenager.

Peter had plenty of appreciative comments about Meagan as he looked at image after image of the clad teen. He wasn't prepared for the first shot of Meagan in her bra. His fingertips rushed to the head of his cock and stroked it briefly. Then he jerked his hand away and made a fist. There were six images of Meagan in her bra. After each new image, Peter's fingers lingered on his cock longer and where pulled away more reluctantly.

If Peter hadn't been prepared for the first picture of Meagan in her bra, he was completely overwhelmed by the first image of the teen goddess' bare breasts. He shouted Meagan's name and gripped his shaft firmly, jerking on it urgently, completely unable to control himself. "You've got more pictures like these?" Peter grunted.

"Yes, dozens, and every time Meagan poses for me I'll add to the collection. After every posing session, you'll be free to stare at them for as long as you can stand it. I want you to be able to do a hour's worth of posing with three or four breaks in there before I try to bring my two nude models together for the first time, but I'd really love it if you could work your way up to two hours of posing."

Still rubbing his rod for all he was worth, Peter growled "I'm going to train with everything I have in me!"

"And soon I'll be adding photos revealing my daughter's sweet little kitty. Something you're going to train yourself to love to look at but never touch. Right?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Peter's masturbation was reaching a desperate pace. "Damn it all!" Peter cried. "I've got to stop now or else I'm going to cum here and not at home. Please, hide the pictures!" Debbie minimized the image browser, and Peter was finally able to stop jerking off. He was panting like he had just run a marathon.

"Do you want to see the painting I did of Meagan last night? She posed long enough for me to get it entirely finished in one sitting."

"That's pretty impressive for a beginner. Sure, I'd love to see it!"

Peter dropped to his knees when Debbie spun the painting around to face the male model. "Fuck, you didn't say she posed topless for an entire painting! What incredible curves! Meagan you beauty you! Your breasts, your hair, your nipples, your navel, those legs, those big, big breasts! Damn it Debbie, you may be bat shit crazy, but that's the most beautiful painting I've ever seen! I think I understand why you want to paint us together now."

"So you approve of the idea now?"

Peter didn't answer Debbie's question, instead resuming his masturbation while saying "I must pay tribute to this beauty. Meagan, Meagan, Meagan, ..." he chanted as he rubbed his rod.

"You're not going to be able to wait until you go home today to get your relief, are you?" Debbie asked. "Can I video you cumming again?"

"If you hurry", was the reply. Peter briefly removed his had from his dick, but immediately replaced it and went back to working on his orgasm.

Debbie got the camera set up just in time to record Peter saying, "Meagan, your belly. Meagan, your breasts, Meagan your nipples." With that, his cock erupted a geyser like spew of cum into the air. Debbie was dumbstruck upon seeing an even more voluminous volley of jizz than Peter had unleashed just the day before. Captured in digital video were eight ropes of cum obscenely launched through the air from Peter's big dick to the glorious painting of young Meagan. Once again, Peter jerked his still hard cock for another minute after the main force of his ejaculate was spent, this time chanting Meagan's name until he released his hand from his shaft.

"Wow! You came even harder than yesterday!" Debbie marveled. "Now don't forget to practice getting that monster cock of your under control."

"Don't worry." Peter replied. "That's the last time you'll see me masturbate uncontrollably in your studio."