Convincing the Models

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 4: Peter's Training

"So let me get this straight," Peter asked, "You're going to be working off of photos while you pay me to look at topless pictures of your daughter."

"Yes, that's the training plan I laid out for you last time, wasn't it?" Debbie replied

"Well, yes, but I kind of expected to keep posing and then train on my own time after we were done."

"This is something I asked you to do, of course I'll be paying you for it."

"But you don't want me to pose?"

"Well of course I want you to pose," was Debbie's answer. "But I thought the training would go faster if you could concentrate on it."

"Maybe." Peter considered. "However, I am training to pose under intense, intense stimulation, so I think a good part of that training needs to be done while I'm actually posing."

Debbie's eyes lit up. "Hey, I never thought about it that way. I think you're right. Help me move things around so you can see the computer monitor, and I can stand at the easel and see you. Let's start you with this picture of Meagan about to slide her bra off.

Peter groaned, his cock went rock hard, and he stepped closer to the monitor. Debbie didn't try to do give any instructions about how Peter should pose or correct him when he moved. She just let him stare longingly at her daughter's image on the big monitor and sketched as best she could. After about 5 minutes, Peter leaned over to click the mouse and up popped an image of a topless Meagan. He could only take a minute of that before he had to look away.

Peter grabbed his robe, and put it on despite the fact that his bulging cock was poking right out of the front of the robe. "Can you pull up an image of your daughter fully clothed?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, after her reaction yesterday, I'm sure she'll be putting her robe right on during breaks. In fact, I think it would really help if you could get some pictures, or even video of her getting into and out of a robe."

Smiling knowingly, Debbie said, "You thought about her again last night when you got home, didn't you?"

Somewhat guiltily, Peter replied "Yeah, three times."

"Three, really? Wow! Three! I mean, after what you did in here when you saw the painting I did, I wasn't even sure if you were going to need one more."

"Sorry." The college student apologized.

"No! There's nothing to be ashamed of for what you do at your home as long as it stays professional in the studio. I expected the hard part would be maintaining wood without needing to jack off in front of my daughter, but it looks like the bigger problem is going to be getting it to relax during breaks. By the way, that was a great idea about getting video of Meagan taking a robe off and putting it back on. I'll have to get working on that tonight."

"Oh fuck!" Peter gasped.

"This topic of conversation isn't helping you get soft during the break, is it?" Debbie realized.

Peter confirmed, "Not in the least."

"I'll um, clean some paintbrushes so you can concentrate on, other things." It ended up taking about 20 minutes for Peter to get soft again. He managed to get two more posing sessions in while staring at topless pictures of Meagan, although neither made it to the ten minute mark. When he had to turn away from the monitor a third time, he was trembling, and obviously having a hard time controlling his raging boner.

Instead of reaching for his robe, Peter grabbed his street clothes. "Ugh, Ms. D, I think I better be going. I'd, uh, love to take another look at that painting you made of your daughter's two nights ago and make a big mess in the floor again, but I promised I wouldn't."

"If that's what you need to do, I don't mind"

"No, I think the training will go faster if cumming in the studio isn't even an option. Fuck, it's hard to stuff this thing into a pair of jeans when it's this hard. No, I'd better be going."

"You're probably right." Debbie agreed.

Debbie ran out after supper to run a few errands, but she left Meagan instructions to finish her homework while she was out. Meagan was just closing her books when her mother returned with a Target bag.

"What's in the bag?"

"Some stuff for you." her mother answered.

"Oh! Like presents?"

"Well, it's more like stuff you need to pose." Debbie said while pulling a heavy robe out. "This will keep you warm during posing breaks."

"And modest." Meagan added. Impatiently she reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny string bikini. "Who is this for, it won't fit me."

"Sure it will. It's a string bikini. The only possible problem would be if the strings don't tie, and we can always use an old shoelace to fix that."

The teen protested, "I'm not wearing a jury-rigged, stripper bikini to the pool!"

"It's not for the pool silly, it's for the studio."

"Oh," Meagan reconsidered. Holding a triangle of fabric up to her ample bosom she commented, "I might as well just pose topless."

"Sure honey, if that's what you want." Debbie replied without missing a beat.

Meagan hesitated, "Um, I know I posed topless last night, but I wasn't really serious about that. I think I want to stick to, you know, more normal stuff."

"So what are you waiting for then? Go put your 'normal stuff' bikini on, and your modeling robe on, and meet me in the studio.

"The robe is so soft." Meagan purred, "It feels good against my skin."

"And I'll bet you've got a lot of skin exposed under that robe."

"That's an understatement. Why did you even buy that thing? The tag said 32B-, and I could barely get the thing to stay on. I could never wear that in public, I'd be flashing people constantly!"

"You can always pose topless for me, dear!"

"Mother, I'll go get my real bathing suit and model in it instead of this obscene thing if you don't stop trying to talk me out of my clothes!"

"Sorry, you did it last night without any problems."

"That was before I knew how your paintings turn out." Meagan explained.

"Well, why don't you take your robe off and set on the stool there. Then come stand by the light so we can come up with a swimsuit pose for you." Unbeknownst to Meagan, her mother had set up her camera to focus on the stool. When Meagan started to disrobe, Debbie surreptitiously pushed the button to record video. She got a bit more than she hoped for.

"Damn it! My whole boob nearly popped out of this tiny little thing." Debbie smiled thinking of what Peter's reaction would be. Meagan misinterpreted though. "It's not funny, this bikini top is a pain in the ass! And don't tell me I can always pose topless."

Debbie got a basic sketch of her daughter's body in a neutral pose before suggesting, "Why don't you put your hands over your head like a diver."

Meagan took the pose very slowly, trying to keep from dislodging the tiny bikini top. The little thing barely covered her nipples, and left lots of firm teen flesh exposed above, below, and to either side of the cloth triangles on Meagan's chest. However, to Debbie's irritation, the garment remained precariously on her daughter's tits.

"Lock your hands together, like a diver trying to get a ripped entry into the water. That's good, but really reach for it." That proved to be more than the overloaded strings could bear. Once again, Meagan's magnificent chest was fully exposed.

"Shit!" Meagan exclaimed while trying to re-tie her bikini top. After two failed attempts, she called her mom over to help. Debbie was able to get it tied, but as soon as Meagan lifted her arms over her head, her big tits flopped out again. Then they tried having Meagan put her arms over her head before Debbie attempted to tie it on. That worked for about a minute. Then the strings gave way leaving Meagan topless in her mother's studio again.

"Honey, just leave it. I'll do my sketching and then paint the bikini top in once I'm done."

"You better promise. I don't want you painting any more tributes to my boobs. This is a diving picture, not a boob picture."

"I promise. I'll paint it back in."

"Meagan, will you come look at this sketch before I start painting?"

"Mom, you promised!" Meagan pouted.

"I haven't even asked you anything yet."

"But you will. You're going to tell me how beautiful I look, and how it would be a waste to pain over such beauty."

"Will you just come look at the sketch."

"OK." Wearing nothing but bikini panties, Meagan flounced over to her mother's easel. When she saw the sketch her mouth set in a hard line. After a few seconds she started stamping her feet back and forth causing her breasts to jiggle incredibly. "Damn it! It's not fair!" Debbie was considering how she could manage to get video of her daughter's breasts bouncing like that. It could be a surprise final exam for Peter to make sure he could really control himself around a naked Meagan. "Mother! You're supposed to ask me what's not fair."

Returning her attention to her daughter, Debbie asked, "What's not fair?"

"That you're such a good artist. It would be a shame to paint over my nipples with some stupid bikini, and you knew it. Now I'm going to have to tell you it's OK to paint me topless again even thought you promised you wouldn't."

"Thanks dear."

"You could at least be humble about it!"

"Sorry, I was thinking about something. Come pose some more." Meagan took up the diving pose, and Debbie tied the bikini around her daughter's neck.

Meagan asked, "I thought you wanted me topless?"

"I'm not going to tie the string that goes around your back." Meagan blushed. The undersized bikini sat a good inch above either nipple, concealing nothing important. Then Debbie surprised her daughter by untying her bikini bottoms.

Meagan turned around and tried to snatch them back while yelling, "Damn it Mother! I didn't even want to pose topless and now you're stealing my bikini bottoms from me!" Her mother's next comment made her stop trying to retrieve her clothing and cover her crotch and her breasts with her hand and arm.

"Wow Meagan! You've got a lovely bush!"

Blushing furiously, Meagan whined "Stop it, it's embarrassing growing hair down there!"

"Why? Eventually everyone does to some degree or another, and yours looks a lot better than most I've seen. Do you trim it?"

"What? No! Gross! No!" Reconsidering, Meagan asked, "Should I?"

"I wouldn't. It shows you're a natural blond for one thing. And second, it looks great. You've got a lovely patch of hair above your vagina but not on it. Pose like that and let me do some quick modifications to my sketch."

After about five minutes, Meagan asked, "Can I put my clothes back on now Mom? This is embarrassing."

"Well, you've been a good sport, let me get some pictures for color comparison, then you can stop."

As Debbie snapped pictures of her stark naked daughter, Meagan demanded, "You've got to promise you'll delete these off the camera once you're done painting tonight."

"No problem." her Mother answered. "Now spread your legs a little bit. Wow! Your kitty is even prettier than your bush!" While encouraging her daughter to keep posing and not die of embarrassment, Debbie was thinking about how much Peter was going to like the pictures she was getting. "OK. I'm done, you can go put your robe back on." Debbie managed to get another video, this time of her daughter putting her robe back on without the girl being aware she was being filmed again.

Peter was ogling an image of Meagan's bush and pussy on Debbie's computer monitor, with his rock hard cock pointing straight up into the air. His tongue was hanging out and he had a dazed expression on his face. He closed the image and opened up the video of Meagan putting her robe on. The video obviously relaxed him. The dazed expression faded and he put his tongue back into his mouth. Most amazingly, his cock subsided into softness as he watched Meagan hide her body.

"Wow, you really have worked hard!" Debbie commented. "I think it might be time to get you two posing together soon. I really thought it would take longer than three weeks. Just don't ever mention the kitty photos to Meagan. She thinks I deleted them."

Shocked, Peter exclaimed "Ms. D! That's not right!"

"Hey, I did what she asked, she wanted them deleted from the camera. She never said I couldn't back them up to the hard drive first. Besides, it's not like you could bring yourself to delete them either." Peter was forced to nod his head sheepishly. "How have you managed this so quickly? Honestly, I'm amazed about the whole conquering millions of years of evolution in just two weeks."

"The video of her getting dressed is the key. That's my cue to stop thinking about sexy things and just relax. I figured that was best since she's going to be putting a robe on during breaks. On the other hand, video of her getting undressed is ..."

Peter stopped talking as he started the video of Meagan opening her robe with the undersized bikini on. He gasped, just like he always did, when one of her boobs popped free. His eyes had glazed over by this point, and his cock was one hundred percent hard again.

"On the other hand," Debbie commented, "you could maybe use another week's work of practice."