Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "I know this may experience may have been rather unexpected Elizabeth but I trust you found that enjoyable?"

  "I've ever felt anything like that before, Doctor," Elizabeth said quietly, her voice weak and unsure. "Was that an orgasm?"

  "Indeed my dear, it did occur to me that you may not have had the pleasure before. I'm only glad I was able to provide it", I said matter-of-factly. "Perhaps I may have been a little forward in my approaches but I do hope that has been countered somewhat now?"

  Elizabeth looked at me nervously, regarding the stranger who little more than an hour or so earlier had been entrusted to ensure she remained safe during her journey.

  I glanced at my watch and noticed the arrival time at the next station was fast approaching.

  "Now, Elizabeth," I said, looking down at my tumescence, "we don't have much time". Before she could open her mouth to speak I kissed her deeply once again and placed her hand on my erection as before. After I let go, pleasingly she maintained the rubbing motion on my penis as I took her breasts in my hands.

  "Turn around my darling," I whispered in her ear. Unsure what was happening I encouraged her to turn to face the window. I lifted the back of her blouse and gently placed my hand on the small of her back to bend her over. I bent my knees slightly and guided my erection towards the glistening lips of her vulva.

  "I assume you have ridden horses my dear?" I asked, as one hand massaged her opening.

  "Yes, but why?" came the unsure reply.

  "I'm glad, then this shouldn't be painful at all."

  "Oh my gosh, Doctor Hamilton. Do you really have to do this to me?" Elizabeth's anxiety was palpable. I feared she might begin to cry again.

  "It's only fair, my dear" I said. "If one receives something then it's only polite to return the favour, don't you agree?"

  "But, now I won't be a virgin on my wedding night", she said quietly, momentarily lost in a vision of her future self.

  "I can assure you my darling that what you will learn from experiences such as these will be of much greater value to you than your virginity. Besides, you've already told me you're an experienced horsewoman so who will be able to tell?" With that I edge the head of my throbbing member between the hot, tight folds of Elizabeth's soft vagina and gently slid myself into her.

  Her interior was so moist and welcoming, like a velvet glove, and as I slowly penetrated this beautiful young girl my head swam with the sensation. Elizabeth bit her lip as I began to fill her and the girth of my erection stretched her. I held her hips and began to slowly pull back and slide forward, each time pushing a little deeper. My assumptions about the effect of a horse's saddle on her hymen had been correct but still a whimper escaped her mouth and she steadied herself with her hands against the window. Her round bottom was pushed out towards me, her shapely legs clad in white socks and black shoes slightly apart and as I began to increase the speed of my thrusts a delicious sticky sound followed by a gentle slapping of skin emanated from between us.

  I was all too aware that the next station was getting closer. Now wasn't he time for the extended lesson I would so have loved to give Elizabeth. My arousal was such that I knew I could sate my desires rather quickly but still I wanted to savour every moment of this perfect specimen of femininity. I increased my speed, and Elizabeth responded with a gasp to match each of my thrusts. My penis was travelling as far as it could within her and her gasps became moans. The heat of the carriage was intense, matched by a rich, exotic aroma. I gently eased my thumb into her anus and squeezed her right breast and nipple with my other hand. Elizabeth was now bracing herself against the window as I penetrated her with greater intensity and velocity. Each thrust elicited a high squeal from my partner before another orgasm was triggered in her and she began to shake and tremble. I continued to stimulate her anus as she climaxed, her vagina seemingly clamping tighter around me.

  My own arousal was building but with no form of contraception and no desire to impregnate my student I withdrew before my ejaculation became imminent. Elizabeth gasped once more and looked around.

  "Turn around and kneel down my dear", I instructed. This time Elizabeth didn't question me but did as I asked. I pushed my penis towards her mouth and she obligingly opened her lips. "Don't be shocked when I come" I advised her "but don't take your head away either or there'll be a terrible mess". I gave no thought to whether she knew what to expect from my own orgasm or not, my only thoughts were of the pleasure rising to an almost intolerable level within me. As soon as her mouth enveloped my glans my orgasm began. A rush of ecstasy exploded from my groin, wave after wave of exquisite sensations as my semen erupted, my pleasure was at its absolute zenith. Streams of my ejaculate jetted into her mouth and I let out an involuntary groan. I looked down to see Elizabeth's shocked eyes staring up at me as the jets subsided, her mouth still around my penis, her full lips keeping the seal tight. As my orgasm receded my thoughts cleared and I slipped from her mouth.

  "Oh my darling, that was remarkable", I said, smiling at her. "You did extremely well. Now I suggest you either swallow what's in your mouth or use the waste paper basket over there. I suggest the former, semen is very high in protein you know?"

  Elizabeth, her face still a picture of shock looked around, then perhaps deciding a young lady shouldn't expectorate in front of a gentleman, gingerly swallowed before making a face.

  "Eww, that was horrid", she exclaimed, screwing up her nose and waving her hand in front of her mouth.

  Momentarily exhausted, I slumped onto the banquette whilst I regained my faculties. Elizabeth remained kneeling, reflecting on what had just occurred. She was flushed and perspiring gently in the stifling carriage.

  "I do apologise my dear but I really had no option. As I said, you did very well", I told her, as one might encourage a student who had performed well. I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Blowing out the smoke I regarded Elizabeth and asked, "now that wasn't so bad was it?"

  Suddenly remembering where she was, Elizabeth pulled her still open blouse around her breasts. Bashfully she looked at me.

  "I can't believe what you did to me, Doctor Hamilton."

  "I may have been a little forward, I admit", I conceded, "but I do believe you enjoyed yourself too. Am I wrong?" I offered her my cigarette, which she took after a moments' hesitation before delicately inhaling as she had before.

  "I still can't believe you made me do those things", she said, turning away.

  "As I said, young lady, you are a treasure not to be squandered and I think we both know how enjoyable that was. You are a highly sexual being and you must learn to use your talents wisely. Now, we don't have much time so I suggest we make ourselves look decent. I rose from my seat and took her hand, helping her to her feet. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I tasted a slight saltiness now in addition to the earlier sweetness and smoke.

  As we quickly dressed I took in her fabulous appearance once more. Although a man of the world I had never come across such a flawless beauty and I wanted to retain as clear a mental picture as I could.

  By the time train began to slow we were both fully attired and looking as much like the young lady from the public school and the respectable city physician as we could muster. As the train drew up at the platform and Elizabeth stood to disembark I too stood and took her hand.

  "Thank you for a most pleasant journey. You were the ideal travelling companion Miss Spencer", I said, placing a kiss on her hand as the guard opened the door amidst a cloud of steam.

  Elizabeth looked up at me, her hat once again hiding her true beauty. "Thank you too Doctor Hamilton; a most instructive journey", she said with a slight air of mischief. "At least I know who to come to if I need any further lessons in the natural sciences." A smile danced across her face and she turned to the door. The guard took her hand and helped her down the step. He looked at me and paused for a split second, perhaps unconsciously registering a change in his passengers' demeanours.

  "And thank you Doctor
Hamilton," he said, "I'm sorry again for the imposition".

  "Not at all", I said, "anytime, anytime".

  As she busied herself with her satchel then walked along the platform towards the waiting driver I contemplated our encounter. It may have been my imagination but there had appeared to be a change of posture in Elizabeth. She almost appeared taller, her breasts more obvious, a glint in her blue eyes. Becoming a woman became her, I thought.

  The End.

  Abigail's Assignment

  Abigail was a photographer with a growing reputation for landscape photographs, particularly of the mountains and desert of Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado and Texas. However economic times being hard, she still found herself accepting other bread and butter photographic work, and today was no exception.

  Abigail felt a tingle of excitement as she readied her photography equipment for today's job. Her assignment was to take some photos of models for a renowned wood sculptor, whose work sold for thousands of dollars around the world.

  He had contacted her a week ago, explaining that during a recent break-in at his studio, all his photographic equipment had been stolen. He had three models booked and the insurance would take an age to come through to replace his equipment, so he needed someone to take the photos for him until he had had a chance to replace everything. He had heard wonderful things about her work and her professionalism, so he hoped she would be able to take the project. She had looked up the location of the studio and was pleased it was only a short drive away from her home. In the back of Abigail's mind was the hope that if he needed any more photographs in the future, this would be repeat business.

  Arriving at the studio a few minutes before their appointment, Abigail knocked on the door, and once meeting the sculptor, began to bring her equipment inside with his help. He led her into a large glass roofed room flooded with natural light. In the center of the floor was a round platform, which he warned Abigail to be careful not to step on as it would rotate.

  As Abigail began setting up her lights and reflectors, they heard another knock on the door. 'Must be the first of the model, I'll just go to see', he said, smiling at Abigail. She heard voices as he greeted someone, and he returned with a stunning redhead in a loose fitting dress, which did nothing to hide her fantastically toned body.

  He introduced Abigail to the model, explaining as he did that Abigail would be taking today's photos, due to his equipment being stolen, then led the model away to another room so she could freshen up and get ready. While they were away, Abigail heard another knock on the door and wondered if the sculptor has heard it too. She gave it a few moments, until she heard the door being knocked again. Deciding to be helpful, she stopped setting up and went through to the door to answer it.

  When Abigail opened the door, the woman on the other side was not what Abigail had been expecting after meeting the first model, as the woman was quite clearly heavily pregnant. Asking if she could help her, she replied 'Yes I am here to have some pictures taken for a sculpture my husband has commissioned', Abigail offered her hand and smiled brightly explaining she would be taking the photos and would show her through to the main studio.

  When they arrived, they found the sculptor working with the first model, who was now totally nude. The sculptor was positioning the model on the rotating platform in the center of the room. Turning he greeted the new woman warmly, asking after her husband and saying how thrilled he was by the challenge of the commission. He explained it was a totally new form which brought forth some interesting challenges ahead. He fetched a comfortable chair for her and settled her off to one side, explaining if she would watch how they worked with the first model, she would be able to understand what lay ahead.

  He returned to Abigail and the first model, by which time had her camera and slave units all tested and was just using a light meter to check her camera's white levels. Abigail then set up her laptop and connected it up to her camera as well, so they could view and review the shots as she took them. When she was finished and had taken a couple of test shots, the sculptor came over to look and agreed that everything looked great. He then had the model move into the pose he needed, and after Abigail had taken a few shots, he rotated the platform a few degrees, and Abigail snapped two more shots, and then he rotated the platform a bit more. They continued in this way until the model had returned to her starting position. The sculptor then asked Abigail to take a few close up shots of various areas of the redhead, some of her neck, a few of her armpits and to Abigail's embarrassment, the model's vulva. An area Abigail had not seen on another woman since the changing room back at the school locker room, and the glimpse then had been shy and furtive.

  Her next task saw her climbing a step ladder to take some shots from above, looking down on the model. The sculptor and Abigail then reviewed the photos on Abigail's laptop. He was very pleased with all the shots, picked up a clipboard that had been lying to one side, and asked if Abigail would mind noting the measurements he would tell her on the chart. She agreed and he moved to the model using a tape measure and some other devices, began taking measurements of the model's body, calling out the numbers to Abigail as she marked them on the chart. Finally, he seemed satisfied and told the model she could go to get changed, and if she did not mind, could she show the other lady to the changing area.

  When they had departed he looked at his watch, and tutting, he pulled out his mobile phone to place a call. Abigail could hear him leaving a message on the other end, telling whomever it was that they were now very late for the shoot, that they had ten minutes to get to the studio, or he would want his deposit for the session back. Turning to Abigail he apologised, explaining that the third model was late, and he was upset as she was to model for another commission which was a rush job and he needed the shots before he could start work on the wood he had.

  Noting that neither of the other women had returned, he asked Abigail if she would like a brief look at his workshop area. It was on the way to the kitchen, where they could pick up some drinks from the fridge. Nodding in agreement, Abigail followed in his wake through a doorway, this was obviously the other side of the building from the studio area, with a similar roof letting the sunlight flood in. The first thing Abigail noticed upon entering was the sweet smell of freshly worked wood, something she found quite pleasant. As she looked round the room, she could see the evolution of carved figures before her. The first one was just a rough shape of a standing man, the next piece showed a bit more detail as the female shape was more defined, and on through six other sculptures. The final one, shining in the sunlight from above was so smooth and complete, it was a perfect representation of a male torso from the waist up, almost life size and in a honey coloured wood.

  In a haze Abigail walked across and looked at the detailed anatomy of the chest and shoulders, her hand involuntarily reaching out to feel the wood. In the moment of a heartbeat she stopped herself before her hand made contact. Looking back at the beaming face of the sculptor, she asked if it was alright to feel it. With his eyes alight he said yes, it was the reaction he liked most of all about his work, seeing how people could touch it.

  'It is absolutely beautiful', she breathed. The sculptor smiled, raising his hand to his chest in a gracious gesture. Abigail let her fingers explore the sculpture, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the wood, amazed at how lifelike the sculpture was. Her hands traced the curve of the shoulders and down across the chest and abdominal muscles, all clearly defined, but not overly developed like a bodybuilder, but smooth and corded like a dancer. She walked round the sculpture, letting her hands follow the muscles round to the back of the sculpture, taking in the definition of the back muscles as she did so.

  As if in a daze she realised the sculptor had his arms full of bottled water as he returned through a door at the far end of the workshop. She walked over to join him, offering to help carry the bottles. As she walked with him she saw a white board on the wall divided into a chart, at one end giving the title of a car
ving, and at the other end a column headed with a delivery date. Commenting on how busy he looked while indicating the whiteboard, he stated he found it easier to work to fixed deadlines. Gesturing towards the bottom line with a bottle of water, he said that was the killer, he had just over a month to complete it from start to finish. The row was labeled 'All woman' with a note underneath stating 'not slender, but natural and mature', she could see the date in the column headed photos was today's date with a delivery date less than four weeks away.

  By this time they heard voices from the other side of the door, left the workshop side of the building and re-entered the studio space. The two ladies were waiting for them, with the pregnant woman wearing a white robe and the redhead fully dressed once more. Thanking the models for waiting for us, he escorted the first model from the room in the direction of the exit.

  Abigail made small talk with the second model, asking questions like how long before the baby was due, and did she and her husband know what sex they were expecting. Once the sculptor had returned, he asked the model to join him and he set about posing her ready for the photos. To help her stay still and be safe while the platform rotated, he fitted a pole into the center of the platform and requested she be sure she held on. They then went through the same routine they had followed with the first model, with him first rotating platform, and asking for close-up of certain areas. This time he concentrated on how her rounded belly protruded from her torso. He then asked Abigail to set up so she could take close ups of the model's head, as this carving was to also have her face and hair included. Once this was done, and he had taken his measurements, he asked if Abigail minded if he escorted her back to get changed. Abigail said she was fine with that, and while he was gone she would batch up the first set of photos for him.

  He returned a short time later his own, with his phone to his ear, and from what Abigail could hear, he was still trying to raise the third model. Finally he put his phone away, said he would be right back and went into the workshop side of the building, leaving Abigail to finish batching the photos.