Photo Shoot

Photo Shoot

Dara was tucked under Daddy’s arm as they entered the building, with her heart racing in anticipation and fear. She had wanted to do this for a long time, but what would happen? What would Daddy think, or the others in the room for that matter. It didn’t help that Daddy had set it all up without really telling her anything. He had picked out the lingerie that she had on under her dress, and he also had a bag of things over his other shoulder, but he wouldn’t tell her what was in it. When they got to the studio she just stopped and stared. There were several different scenes set up in the large warehouse like room, and her eyes tracked over all of them trying to absorb it all. Daddy smiled down at her, leading her over to the make-up area.

“Alright baby girl, here’s what we’re going to do.” Stan kissed her temple and squeezed her shoulder.

“This lovely lady is going to do your hair and make-up, and then we’re going to start slow in that cool retro kitchen. Showing off just hints of your stockings and garter belt, warming thing up and getting you comfortable. Then when you’re ready we’ll be moving on to the other scenes and less clothing.” Stan turned her to fully face him, and claimed her mouth in a deep hungry kiss, gripping her ass through her skirts, grinding his cock against her hips loving her low moan.

Breaking the kiss Stan turned Dara around, swatting her ass to move her towards the make-up chair. With her hair and make-up done, and her looking like a pinup from the 1950’s she was led into the kitchen set, and Stan took a chair close by to watch.

The male photographer started slow with teasing shy pictures, getting her use to things, but as she became more and more comfortable the poses became more sensual and sexier with her bending over to look in the fridge showing off not only her garter belt, but also a good amount of her ass. When the photographer went in to get a closer shot of the spank me tattoo on her lovely ass Stan began shifting in his chair before standing to go to her.

“I think we’re done with the dress baby girl.” Stan said kissing her smiling mouth as he worked the dress off her body, revealing a dark green sheer bra that matched the garter belt and panties.

The sheer stockings were silky and warm as he stroked her thigh, and her black fuck me heels brought her mouth almost even with his. Stan moved to nuzzle at her neck before whispering in her ear.

“Trust me baby girl, and be a good girl for Daddy.” He nipped at her ear before releasing her to go back to his chair.

The photographer began shooting again, directing her to various positions and then she gasped in surprise as a male model in only a pair of jeans came up behind her, gripping her hips as he began kissing her throat. Dara tilted her head to the side closing her eyes on a moan as he rocked his hips against her ass. When he turned her to face him, she placed her hands on his shoulders, and opened her thighs so he could nestle his denim clad cock against her thin wet panties after he lifted her onto the table. He then bent his head, suckling on one of her peeked nipples into his mouth to tease it through her bra. She slowly slid her hands up his neck, and into his hair to grip and hold him close. Dara gave the photographer a sultry smile when he came in for a close up of her face. He chuckled when he caught her sensual gasp as the model switched to the other nipple, biting down the model smiled against her skin as she rocked her hips against his.

Stan watched as the model moved from her breasts down her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses on her skin as her lowered her back to the table. When the model reached her pussy, he nuzzled at the soaking wet panties before licking her wet folds through the thin fabric, and Stan moaned with Dara as he rubbed the bugle in his slacks as the model pulled her panties aside. The model then set his mouth on Dara’s hot wet flesh to lick, stroking his tongue up and down giving her clit a little flick each time he reached it. Over and over the model repeated this pattern, getting the loveliest of noises from Dara’s throat as she rocked her hips trying to get the right friction. Then the model flicked her clit one last time before clamping down on it sucking hard, Dara’s entire body jerked as she gripped his hair tight screaming as she came fast and hard jerking her hips against his mouth.

“Stop.” The command came out in a harsh tone as Stan rose from his chair and approached the table.

The model stopped what he was doing, pulling back he smiled when Dara gave a whimper of protest. The photographer back away as well, leaving Dara on the table withering in need.

Stan took the model’s place between Dara’s thighs, stroking and petting her quivering heated flesh loving her gasps and moans. When he stroked up the middle of her body and wrapped his hand around her throat Dara’s hand came up to wrap around Stan’s forearm. Dara opened her eyes to stare at him with lust in her emerald eyes.

“Easy baby girl, take your hands above your head and grip the edge of the table. Daddy wants all of this luscious body.” Stan tightened his grip just slightly issuing a silent command.

Dara gave a mischievous smile and rocked her hips against Stan’s as she released his arm gripping the table above her head.

“naughty little girl.” Stan chided releasing her throat to grip her breasts, squeezing them together teasing her peeked nipples with his thumbs.

Dara arched her back pushing her tits harder against Stan’s hands, moaning as she wrapped her thighs around his hips. Stan clucked at her softly releasing her breasts, gripping her thighs to pry them from his hips as he stepped back. Watching her lay there panting as he freed his thick hard cock from his pants, stroking it hard once as he stepped close to her again. Sliding his tip through her wet hot folds, tickling her sensitive clit before sliding back to her entrance fucking into her fast and hard.

Dara screamed as Stan thrust his thick cock into her tight pulsing core, causing her to cum again, and she whimpered and moaned as he fucked her harder and harder until he came shooting his creamy load deep inside her pulsing core. Stan stayed buried inside her as he calmed down, listening to her breath even out as she stopped quivering with need. When he shifted Dara whimpered softly, moaning as he gently pulled out of her body and sighed when he lifted her into his arms as he sat.

Dara snuggled close wrapping her arms around Stan’s back. Inhaling his musky scent as he stroked her back gently.

“You’re doing so good baby girl; Daddy is so proud of you.” Stan kissed the top of her head.

Stan gently helped Dara stand, and he followed her putting his cock back in his pants as he stood. Gathering her into his arms again he kissed her long and deep feeling her melt against him. Pulling back Stan stroked her cheek.

“Are you ready to continue baby girl?” He asked staring into her eyes.

“Yes Daddy.” Dara smiled up at him, rubbing her cheek against his palm.

“Good girl.” Stan kissed her forehead taking her hand.

Stan led Dara back over to the make-up area where he had left the bag he had brought and began gently removing the lingerie she still wore smiling when he saw the three other people in the room watching. When Dara was fully naked Stan stepped back and stared for a minute. Her beautiful pale skin was flushed and sheened with sweat, and her eyes were still glazed with hints of desire. He smiled in pleasure as he bent to get the bag, placing it on the table near him. Opening it he pulled out a burgundy nightie with a matching G-string and led her over to a bedroom scene that had a queen size bed in the middle of it, and a ladder that allowed the photographer to take shots from above.