Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  The pregnant woman appeared from the rear of the building and asked where the sculptor was. Abigail replied that he just gone into his workshop area, but he had said he would be right back. Together they waited for him, but after about five more minutes Abigail walked across to the door and gave it a knock. After getting no reply, she gently eased the door open and called his name. Hearing a mumbled 'Yes', from the direction he had appeared with the water from, she headed across the workshop to the far door, knocking and opening it, calling his name as she did so. She found him seated at a large table in a kitchen area, the top of the table spread with contact sheets of women.

  He looked up and said, 'I cannot find any of my older photos that fit for this next commission. I cannot stand being let down'. Asking what sort of figure he was looking for? Mentally wondering if she dare ask one of her friends if they fitted the bill, he looked at her as if undressing her, and smiling said, 'Well to be honest, your figure would be perfect. I can pay you twice our agreed price for shooting if you agree, and I guess I could have you help me in future for some of my photos'. Stunned yet a bit excited by the thought of posing naked, she reminded him that the pregnant lady was waiting for them in the hope of distracting him and giving the other model time to arrive. He thanked her for reminding him and lead the way back through to the studio where he finished chatting with the last model.

  After escorting the lady back to her car, he returned once more, this time with his phone in his hand. He looked up at Abigail and said 'Just got a text from the model. She is not going to make it as her boyfriend has been hurt in a car accident and she was waiting with him at the hospital'.

  Unsure what would happen next, Abigail distracted herself by tidying some of her camera accessories in her camera bag, until he cleared his throat and began to speak. 'Here is where I am at', he stated, 'I need some pictures now so I can start this commission today, I had planned on working until late this evening so I could have a bit of a head-start. The gentleman who commissioned this piece buys loads of art, and he could be a really big client', taking a deep breath he continued, 'I am paying you well for today as it is, but I shall increase my offer and I will sign a contract with you to do all my photos for the next six months, which is worth a fair amount as I need photos every five or six weeks', with a pleading look he finished, 'Please say you will do this for me'?

  Stunned once again by the offer, and blushing slightly, Abigail struggled internally with the thought of taking her clothes off in front of a total stranger and him seeing her nude, as only two men had seen her naked in the last twenty years. She had never been that confident about her shape, and had struggled with her weight off and on for years. As these thoughts swirled around in her head, she was also aware how much money was at stake. Money was short, this would be a massive injection of cash and the promise of a contract for more work.

  Finally Abigail decided. 'I've never done anything like this before, so I shall need your guidance'. He smiled warmly at her and said 'Thank you. You just made my day'. She shyly began to remove her blouse to reveal her white lacy bra beneath, then closing her eyes, she unclasped her skirt and slid it off to reveal the matching lace panties. Folding the clothes neatly, she placed them on a chair. Taking a long look at the sculptor, she removed the bra and panties and laid them on top.

  Moving to the platform she stood, feeling goosebumps of nerves rising across her nude body. She waited as the sculptor approached to position her and removed the pole from the center. Taking a tape measure he positioned Abigail on her back with the small of her back over the hole. Asking her to wait a second, he moved off the platform and slowly began to rotate it, asking her to shuffle up a fraction. Seeming satisfied, he stated she was now centered on the platform perfectly. It would take a moment more to get her in the right pose and then he would start taking the photos. As soon as he was satisfied with the pose, he took up her camera and began taking pictures and rotating the platform. As Abigail lay there, she felt her body begin to relax and began to feel more comfortable with what was happening. Realising she has stopped rotating, she saw the sculptor out of the corner of her eye moving the step ladder closer, and then fetch a second set, positioning them opposite the first set, and then slipped a plank between them. He explained he just wanted to get some shots from directly above her.

  He went up the steps and onto the plank, appearing directly above her he began to some more shots. As she lay beneath him, she realised he was pausing between shots and was examining her as she lay there. She felt his gaze drinking her in, looking at her breasts as they lay naked before him, then his gaze moving as he turned his attention to her thighs and exposed lower lips. As she watched him above her, Abigail felt her pulse beginning to race slightly. She realised she was enjoying the feeling of his eyes upon her, wanting to know how he felt about her naked body, but unable to speak for fear of breaking what she could see was an intense concentration.

  Finally he descended the ladder and moved to the platform, telling her he was nearly done. He just wanted a few more close ups and then he would take some measurements to finish up. He began taking more shots of her nakedness from up close, homing in on her breasts. He seemed intrigued by her large areolas and the nipples themselves, clicking several shots of each one from several angles before stopping. Abigail realised with a shock that her nipples were becoming unconsciously erect under his intense scrutiny. At the same time, as Abigail realised her nipples were responding without her consent, she also realised that a tiny hint of dew had formed on her lower lips. Unable to believe that her body was responding in this way, a blush crept up her cheeks. She hoped the drop of dew was not visible and that he would soon finish with the close ups.

  He pulled his gaze away from her breasts and nipples, and hurriedly began taking other photos of her body. Abigail desperately wanted to see where and what he was taking pictures of, but dared not move her head. He had told her during positioning that if she moved her head even a fraction, it would change everything about how her body lay and they would need to start over.

  She became aware of a silence, as she could no longer hear him moving or the camera taking shots. Trying not to move her mouth, Abigail tried to speak without moving her lips, asking if they were done. As if breaking his trance and embarrassing him at the same time, he said just about, just some measurements and she could move.

  Aware of how he measured and where from the previous two models, she was surprised to see him approach out of the corner holding a large white cube, uncoiling a power lead as he came. He turned the cube and Abigail realised it was a heater as he explained, 'I think you are getting a bit cold, so I've put this on while I finish taking the measurements'. She then saw him with the clipboard and measuring devices, but unlike before, where with the first two models he had started at the head or neck, he started on her thighs.

  To her surprise he spoke, 'You can talk now if you like, as I am taking measurements, but if you can make sure to keep your head as still as possible, I would be really grateful'. 'Thank you, can I ask why you have started on my legs, when before you always started at the head or neck?' Abigail asked.

  'Well!' he began before pausing, 'I noticed earlier that your nipples had started to change, which meant it changed the shape and size of the areolas as well, so I figured you must be getting cold. I put the heater there to warm you up in the hope they will relax, and I've begun measuring here to give them time'.

  Abigail realised that he had not guessed that the reason for the change was not her being cold, but rather the opposite. She wondered what he would think when he saw how wet she was becoming. She felt an increasing erotic thrill from being naked and exposed before what was, in reality a complete stranger. She closed her eyes, tracking his movements by feeling him measuring her. As she lay there, she could feel the gentle touch of his measuring instruments as he moved up her body. He had started at her knees and had worked up first one thigh before measuring the other. Next she became aware of him taking me
asurements of her hips and buttocks, then in shock she felt him measuring the length and width of her vulva. Realising that the position of her leg left her fully exposed to his gaze. However, he made no comment on what she was sure was clearly apparent wetness.

  The sculptor continued taking measurements of her body, measuring her belly and chest, then her breasts. Thankfully her nipples had lost some of their erectness. As he measured her areolas and nipples, she could feel them starting to stiffen with lust once again. He quickly moved up and measured her shoulders and neck.

  His smiling face appeared above her as she dreamily opened her eyes. In a soft voice that seemed almost to carry a hint of regret he told her, 'We're all done with this part now. Come, let me help you up', as his hand reached for one of hers. They stood facing each other, her naked and exposed, he fully dressed with warm, strong hand still holding hers.

  'Let me show you where you can wash and get dressed' he said gathering her clothes. While still holding her hand, lead the way back into the workshop side of the building. Suddenly he stopped, and turning to face her he spoke, 'I don't normally say this sort of thing, but because I am so used to dealing with what are seen as youthful, perfect forms, both male and female. I want to be clear about this, I found your fuller figure and slightly more mature body to be the sexiest I've ever had the pleasure of admiring. You are perfect for this carving because you are indeed 'all woman and very sexy', and then he leant in and kissed her lightly on the lips, his kiss lingering.

  As if waiting for some rejection that never came, he gently kissed her a bit harder, letting go of her hand to reach round and pull her closer to him. Abigail's head was in a whirl. What was happening? Why was she letting this happen? Should she stop it? But, oh my goodness, it felt so good. She felt her mouth opening to his kiss, feeling his tongue moving between her lips and exploring gently inside hers. She realised her hands had moved up behind his head, pulling herself onto his mouth and tongue as their kissing became more passionate. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, caressing her shoulders and back, before reaching her buttocks, gently kneading and squeezing the flesh as he pulled her body closer to his.

  She could feel his hardness growing and pressing against her. In her passion, she became aware of her hands moving on their own, to pull and tug at his clothing in her need to get him naked as well. He stopped her hands and moved her backward, until she was aware of one of his work benches behind her. Feeling the solid wood of the bench against her buttocks, he began to kiss his way down her body.

  His mouth worked on her earlobes and then moved down her neck. His hands came up to caress her breasts, taking the weight of them in his hands and gently kneading them before moving to her erect nipples. While his mouth and hands worked on her, Abigail was aware of her own hands playing at the back of his head and shoulders, caressing and rubbing as her passion increased. At the same time, Abigail realised she was so wet that a trickle of her juice was slowly winding its way down the inside of her thigh.

  His mouth worked its way downwards, kissing its way over her collarbones and upper chest, before working down to her nipples. His mouth taking its turn with his fingers, as he kissed and sucked at first one nipple and then the other, alternating his ministrations from first one then the other. Back and forth he went, until her nipples felt like they were so hard they were on fire.

  She was flushed and burning up with passion. She wanted, no, desperately needed to feel him inside her, rushing her to a blissful orgasm. Instead, all she could do was submit to his actions, as he lifted her effortlessly so her buttocks rested on the bench behind her. His mouth moved down from her nipples to her stomach and belly, his hand gently easing her legs and thighs apart. Abigail moved herself backwards until she had her back on the workbench, pulling up her knees until she felt her heels resting on the very edge of the workbench. Exposing herself fully to him, she moved her feet further apart, the action almost opening her slit to his view.

  His fingers began to dance between her legs, teasing and playing along her slit, while his mouth made its way down to play at her clit, teasing at the hood. One finger suddenly thrust inside her, its passage made easy by her now flowing juice, which was now dripping on the bench. His lips and teeth gently, but with increased pressure worked away at her clit, while a second finger joined the first inside her, moving in and out, becoming covered in her juice. She could feel the other fingers curled up as the rest of his fist pushed against her perineum and rear opening with each inward thrust of his hand.

  She became aware of a background sound as his free hand pulled open a cabinet draw, before dipping in, and then coming out with a handle of some kind. Highly polished with a rounded end and turned length, it measured about 10" long and about 2" wide. She realised with a shudder of anticipation what he intended to do.

  Sure enough, she felt the rounded end replace his fingers, as it gently teased the length of her slit, before the end gently, but firmly entered inside her. Pushing slowly deeper and deeper, she felt it enter fully inside her before he slowly pulled it all the way out. He teased the length of her slit once more, before sliding it slowly inside again. Once more it slipped out, but this time he licked it and returned it once more inside her.

  This slow thrusting in and then removal, went on and on, with him licking and tasting her juices every third or fourth time. His mouth had left her clit while his gaze moved from her slit to meet her eyes and back again, watching as her breathing became more rapid. With a smile he turned his head and opened a draw in the front of the work bench which supported her. She saw him reach in and pull out some kind of device with a power lead attached. With a deft move he plugged the device in and switched it on. The device began to buzz and hum as she saw the end of it begin to rotate at high-speed. In a slight panic, Abigail wondered what he intended, but twisting the device in his hand, he placed the handle against her clit.

  Abigail felt herself explode and the first contact sent her over the edge into a massive orgasm. She felt wave after wave of contraction inside her as her walls gripped and squeezed at the handle of the tool inside her. She felt herself screaming with pleasure, riding wave after wave, as it felt as if her orgasm would never end. He worked the buzzing handle hard against her clit while she struggled and tried to close her legs, but found his body prevented her. Her hips bucked and fought to free her from this never ending rapture, feeling herself almost fainting with the pleasure.

  Abigail became aware that she was calming down, and that he had stopped both the electric tool, and removed the handle of the other from her. She fought to get her breathing under control, and slow her racing heart while she enjoyed the warm blissful afterglow of the orgasm.

  As her eyes fluttered open, she sought the sculptors face. She became aware of his now naked form before her, realising that as she had been recovering, he had removed his clothing. He had the compact body of a dancer with strong shoulders and arms. His manhood was fully erect and his roughened hand slowly massaging it length. The light reflected on the bit of pre-cum glistening on the end of his cock.

  Smiling at her, he caressed her face before he moved forwards between her open legs. Repeating the action he had used with the handle of the tool earlier, he used his cock to tease her lips and clit before pushing inside her. Abigail could not resist the urge to lift her hips and meet his inward thrusts, his length sliding easily in and out of her dripping slit.

  She felt the waves of pleasure growing as they moved together. Abigail became aware as his thrusts continued of a pressure against her anus. Her movements slowed, and he whispered to her, 'Relax and enjoy the feeling. Trust me'. She realised that the handle of the tool that had given her pussy so much pleasure, was slowly and gently pushing in and filling her rear entrance. He did not move the handle in and out, but rather just pushed it gently inside allowing her body to relax around it. While causing mild discomfort at first, she began to feel herself adjusting to the feeling of fullness. Then, her body began responding
in pleasure, enjoying being stretched and stimulated. She closed her eyes with a smile and resumed rocking her hips to meet his.

  His thrusts into her pussy became more urgent. As he began to pound his cock in and out with more force, she became aware of a gentle in and out movement in her anus. His body was hitting the handle so it moved only about an inch or two inside her back passage with each thrust. The feeling was absolutely amazing.

  Before she knew what was happening, she heard the buzzing begin as he re-applied the electric tool to her clitoris. She knew only one thing with certainty from that point on. She had screamed as the orgasm hit her, wave after wave of it was rolling over her, feeling fuller than she had ever felt before, and the sensation of his cock quaking as his seed splashed inside her. She let the rapture roll over her body, every nerve tingling with pleasure.

  Suddenly the ringing phone on her desk pulled her back from her fantasy. Her breath ragged as her eyes focused on the images of the three models on her screen before her. The call went to voicemail, as she didn't trust her voice not to shake Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. Looking again at the last model whose pictures she had taken the day before, she was once again amazed at how similar in age and body shape they were. Touching the screen with a smile, she wondered if after Abigail had left the session, the sculptor had used the model as he just had in her fantasy.

  The End.

  Sexy Cop Traffic Stop

  "Oh FUCK!" Kayla yelled as she slammed her fist on the steering wheel after she saw the flashing lights behind her. Obediently, she pulled her cherry apple red Corvette convertible over to the side of the deserted country road and did a quick make-up check in the vanity mirror.

  "I can't get another ticket," she thought to herself, "one more and I'll lose my license. Maybe I can sweet-talk my way out of this."