Knowing that Daddy thought me exciting in that way gave me a rush that I had never felt before. To call our community conservative was a considerable understatement, and if anyone suspected that I was a turn-on to Daddy, they would have crucified him. And run him out of business.
Risking all that for me? Now that's sexy.
Since it seemed that he had been taking pictures of me for at least a few years, and that he was content with that, at the moment, I figured I would have to be the one to push it to see how far it would go.
My heart pounding, I told Daddy I wanted be a model, but I was too shy to have a stranger take pictures of me. (To be honest, I was shy to outsiders at that age.) I said I needed my daddy to get over my shyness in front of the camera.
Of course, he told me that I was beautiful, and that anything he could do to make his little girl's dream come true, he would do.
I made my eyes big and wide as I stared back, and thanked him so much. Our thank you hug lingered just two beats too long. The first beat was my squeezing him. The second beat was him, squeezing back.
So we started a pattern. Me posing. Dad taking. Dad going to the computer room. Dad taking a shower and me sneaking in to see the photos he selected for the "hidden" folders. Me going back to posing. Making suggestions based on what he liked. He making suggestions back. Playful, more flirty each session. Both of us knowing we were exciting each other, but neither of us saying an explicit word as to what was really going on.
The first session had more misses that hits. I learned that he did not like the little girl look. None of my pouty little faces, hair in pony tails, "Opps, I was naughty" poses made it into his porn folder. He seemed to like me looking directly into the camera, my long thick black hair in a loose bun. The almost by accident pose where I had laid my fingers on my throat had an exclamation point in the file name.
For the next session, I dressed much older. Like a professional woman with a white silk blouse, a black bra, tight grey skirt, black stockings and a pair of black fuck-me pumps purchased just for the occasion. I unbuttoned the blouse as the shoot went on, and those were the ones that made it into the folder. Shots that showed the slight rise of my breasts as I leaned forward. I made sure to make sure my fingers were touching exposed skin. My fingers on the slight curve of my ass, or tugging at the hem of my skirt. I dared to show my tongue on my lips while looking into the camera, and a few of those made it into the special folder as well.
I was more assertive, playful. "So you like this, Daddy" "Do you think men will like this?" "Do you really think I am attractive, Daddy."
All the while knowing that he would be soon jerking off to the images he liked, and I would soon follow looking at the same images, rubbing my button, hard.
God, it was so hot.
The next session I wore a one piece white bathing suit. Against my dark caramel skin the white was brilliant. I though Daddy liked the come hither over my shoulder look, but as a soon saw the images in the folder, I saw that he just loved my ass. Tight close-up shots of my ass with the zoom. Which, yes, I remembered to touch. My ass from behind. My ass from the side. We spoke less. He was almost grunting his directions, the bulge in his pants apparently making him almost mute. I was aware of my growing arousal around him, almost frightened into less words. I simply followed his instruction. Where he wanted me. What he wanted me to touch. The pose. The look.
He almost ran to his computer to download his favorites. I listened at the door and heard his deep grunts. I rubbed myself through the bathing suit. Then I slipped it off and did it again, naked outside the door as he pleasured himself. As Daddy stroked to me, I came naked in the hallway out-side the computer room. We breathed in the same rhythm when aroused. Him loud. Me quiet.
I just had to time to gather up my suit and run away when I heard him shut down the computer and walk towards the door.
As soon as he was in his shower, I was back, naked, in the computer room. He had left his tissue by the computer, and I eagerly picked up the tissues, and for the first time smelled and then tasted his cum.
