Dad asked if I would model for some pictures, and I happily obliged. He was thinking of building up some stock images to sell on his computer. He figured it was a small way to break into selling his work. Mom thought it was superb, and was excited for me. We talked about what type of shots he wanted to take and I picked out some outfits.
Chapter 2
Dad pulled the cars out of the garage and set up a make shift studio for the weekend shoot. Mom was heading out, so she didn’t disturb him. She knew she’d be out there otherwise, wanting to put her two cents in.
Setting up the lighting, my step father and his co-photographer, Chanler, who was about the same age as Dad, laid out the white screen behind me, along with some lamps, and set his camera on a tripod. It was fun playing to the camera. We took tons of shots with a mix of emotional elements, different lighting, and a few extra outfits. By the time we were done, he had a bunch of shots to work with.
Chanler and I connected a lot over the photoshoot. We were often on the same team about ideas on the photoshoot against some of Dad’s suggestions. Chanler was hip, wore a clean shave that made him look a lot younger than my step-dad and was just a lot of fun. He had deep sea-blue eyes and jet black hair. He seemed to be in the know about the trending stuff and I was surprised he’d even knew a bit more about current fashion trends than I did. He actually dressed cool, like really really cool. His clothing weren’t tight but close-fitting hugging the right areas of his fit body to accentuate his muscles and physique. Or maybe he just dressed sexy. Whichever it was I liked it.
I enjoyed talking to him because he seemed to know a lot about a lot of stuff, he was a very experienced guy in many areas so I asked him for his number.We began talking about how we could convince Dad to set up an instagram page for his photography but soon I was talking to him about everything. Before spring had rolled around I was very close friends with my step-daddy’s friend and asked his opinion on everything, even girly stuff.
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When I came home for spring break, he asked me to model a few more shots with him. The pictures that Chanler directed were selling a lot more than the one’s Dad directed, but all in all they were both bringing in a little bit of extra cash.
Dad was excited to be making money from his hobby, and Mom was thrilled for him. He’d uploaded them to multiple stock image sites and they were doing well. It was funny to me that my picture was going to be used in different scenarios. I guess I was officially a model, but it felt odd funny saying that, since it was just Dad and Chanler snapping some pictures.
Dad wanted to do some summer shots, and asked if I’d be comfortable doing pictures in a bathing suit with Chanler there. Mom was okay with it, as long as the bathing suits weren’t too daring. A bikini was okay, as long as my private areas remained covered. I agreed, and they even offered me a few dollars for my time, since they were making money selling the photos now.
I was really happy for them; they seemed to enjoy what they were doing. Plus it was a fun novelty to tell my friends I was modeling, too.
It was a Thursday and I was home. Mom was still at work, and the house was empty so I called Chanler, to come over and run through shots until dad got there. We decided it would be the perfect time to set up the shots. I knew he would have some creative ideas and he would let me look really sexy in the pictures.
He suggested I went with a simple black bikini, since the contrast against the white backdrop would look good. We started taking basic shots, and then he asked me if I’d be willing to do a playful and daring shot.
I asked what type of images he had in mind. Nothing too much, just maybe untying the string from my bikini, giving a shocked expression, or something fun of that nature. Everything would remain covered, but he wanted to try to think outside of the box. I agreed, since my body would be covered. I wasn’t interested in putting out nude shots.
When we were ready, I slipped my hand up behind me and pulled the string undone. Holding my arm over my breasts and giving an “oops” look, I playfully smiled at the camera, and inched the bikini so that it looked like it was about to fall. My hand was firmly in place, so my top wasn’t going anywhere.
“Perfect,” he’d call out, “turn a little….pout…smile….bashful…” giving me leads for different looks. Even though he took a ton of shots, only a few got used. We picked through to find the best.
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After I went back to school, he posted his new pictures for sale and constantly gave me updates on how well the pictures were doing. I was surprised pictures of me were selling so well. By the time I came home for summer, he was happy to tell me that our pictures were doing so well that they were voted in the top picks of several picture sites. Being placed amongst the top picks had tripled our sales and he offered me fifty percent of the money it made for my help.
“I’m looking to do something a little different,” he said. “I may need to hire someone new,” he continued. “Some people I’ve been talking to have said there’s a substantial increase in income for shooting nudes, tasteful nudes of course, but I don’t think I want you doing something like that.”
“Nudes, how does dad feel about that?” I asked.
“He’s okay with it, as long as they’re tastefully done. We both agreed and I’m going to hire an outside model for these. Neither of us wants you posing for nude pictures.”
“That’s cool, I’m not sure I could do naked pictures anyway, that would be weird,” and that was the end of the conversation that night.
Chapter 3
A week later we were sitting around talking; Mom, Chanler and Dad were discussing the cost of hiring a model. When I heard the amount they would be paying her, I realized it was money I could use.
With enough discussion, we all finally agreed that I could do the modeling, but only under certain terms. I was an adult, and could make my own choices, but we’d start with lingerie shots, or partially clothed. My mom wanted a hand covering my nipples, or discretion so that my lady parts weren’t exposed in a vulgar manner. We also agreed that Chanler would be the photographer for the shots.
It took a lot of work, but we finally came to an agreement that worked for everyone. I was a little nervous doing nude shots, but we were starting clothed with lingerie and that would feel pretty similar to wearing a bathing suit as in my last pictures.
When Chanler asked me if I was clean shaven down there, I blushed. It felt like such a direct question, but he wanted hair-free shots. My face turning red, I told him I’d have to remove the small bit of hair that remained. Was I really going to follow through with this?
It felt weird, and yet the extra money I’d make from this would go towards the new car I wanted.
I braved the doubts and slowly removed the last of my pubic hair from between my legs. I felt a little shy at first, knowing people would see me bare, and yet I knew Chanler was professional when he was taking pictures.
My Mom said she couldn’t watch - it would be difficult to see her baby that way. She got that this was modeling, but she preferred to go out for the day.
As we set up for the shots, we started in a sheer negligee, a teddy that covered my body with a thin, gauzy piece of fabric and a little thong. Knowing my body was mostly under material, it didn’t feel weird. I’d been in a bathing suit in front of him dozens of times. It felt similar – though when we started to change things up, that’s when I felt it.
“Are you ready?” He asked, caution in his voice.
“I think so,” I looked at the floor, a little embarrassed.
“We’ll go at your pace,” he said, snapping pictures.
I took a deep breath and removed the teddy, leaving the thong in place. My arm went across my breasts to cover my nipples as my mother requested.
He stopped taking pictures for a moment, and seemed off guard.
“I just need a second,” he said, repositioning himself as subtly as possible. I realized the awkward situation.
Starting again, he continue
d. Calling out, “Drop your hands,” he said, caught in the artistic moment.
I did, not really thinking, and posing for pictures.
I stood before him, my breasts free and naked, and my nipples hard from the attention of the lens. I smiled shyly.
“Perfect,” he said. “Place your hands under them, like you’re lifting your breasts just a bit,” he instructed.
Following the directions, I did as he said….his voice got lower.
“Take your panties off,” he said from behind the shutter.
My fingers slipped into the elastic band, and slowly I inched them down, him snapping more pictures as I moved.
“The chair,” he pointed, “just over there. I’d like you to sit on it and spread your legs, but place your hand over yourself, and one over your mouth playfully.”
Getting into the moment, I was seduced by the camera, aroused by the picture taking.
Lifting my hand away, I exposed my pussy lips to the lens, and started to get into the moment. The pictures became more seductive, more sensual, and pretty soon I was turned on.
Chapter 4
His breathing was getting ragged, his penis now fully enlarged. The outline in his shorts hid nothing, and it was the first time I saw his dick so obvious.
He put the camera down and walked over. I thought he was going to pose me, but instead he knelt before me and touched my body. Sensuous, slow touches, his fingers graze across my breasts, following a path down to my open legs. I was dewy on the outside of my pussy lips. My legs spread around the chair, Chanler kneeled quietly before me, his hands stroking my body.
I knew I should have stopped him from touching me, but it felt so good, and I wanted him to. His touch was tender and gentle, as he explored my body one bit at a time. His hands were stroking my inner thighs, and I sank into the sensation, closing my eyes and sliding forward to inch my wet pussy closer to him. We knew it was wrong, we knew dad would forbade it and mom would too, but we couldn’t stop.
The nude photoshoot had left an erotic air between us, and as I got more comfortable naked in front of him and the lens, I also got lost in the fantasy. He got lost in the new bare body in front of him. I can’t take it back, I can’t change what happened, but at the moment, it was the most arousing experience I’d ever had in my 19 years.
His fingers, they felt so good. His pace was slow as he stroked my body, not in a hurry to rush things. Guys I’d dated and had sex with in the past were a quick bump and grind, with a grope here and there. This was different than anything my body had ever felt.
His hands traced my arms, my legs, my breasts, and stomach. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the new pleasures of my flesh. I sucked in and gasped as his warm, wet mouth latched onto my breast. I hadn’t expected it, and yet I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more in the moment.
Suckling on my nipple, his other hand strummed gently against my other nipple. Playfully tweaking and rolling it between his fingers, I was moaning gently. My breasts were electric with the sensations of touch. With every lick, every suck, my pussy grew wetter. I knew I’d be sitting in a puddle soon at this rate.
No words were spoken; our bodies took over in the silence.
His fingers slid down from my breast, but his mouth never stopped teasing my one nipple. As his hand found the wetness between my legs, he groaned, unable to hide his wants. Stroking my freshly clean shaven pussy, there was little resistance when his finger traced the slit between my lips and the tip of his finger slid in.
My breathing was heavy, ragged, wanting him to penetrate me deeper. With the push of his hand, he pressed his digit’s full length into my soaked opening. Groaning, I let my hand slid on top of his hand, helping him guide it inside of me. I wanted more, and my lust took over.
“Slide forward,” was all he said, his voice almost unrecognizable. It was low and husky, masculine.
With that, he slid a second finger into my wet pussy. My juices were flowing heavily, and with each push into me, I got hotter. After a moment, he took them out and sucked my cream from his hand. He looked up into my eyes, and for a moment there was only the connection of a man and woman in heat.
His hands forcefully spread my legs wider, and his gentle nature subsided to let his lustful side out. Pressing his face into my naughty bits, his tongue lapped me and sucked at my juices. His experience showed, as I’d never been eaten out like that before.
I couldn’t help it; I was so into the moment. I threw my legs up over his shoulders and curled my back so that I could help him get in closer, tighter. As I came, my thighs clenched tightly around his face, and my pleasured cries filled the garage.
Righting ourselves, we stood and I wrapped around him in an embrace. Reaching down, he kissed me sweetly. I could taste my juices on his tongue. The reality was cut and dry, I had just let him give me an orgasm, and he had licked my pussy in a heated moment. Something had changed forever between us. We both understood this could never be mentioned to my parents. As I looked down I saw the wet mark on his shorts. He’d cum as he ate out my pussy.
I begged him to get hard again and to make love to me, but he bowed his head, saying how wrong he was to let it get this far. I knew he was right, but wanted to feel him inside of me. We’d come this far, what was one more little secret? My nipples ached for his fingers, and my body was desperate for more penetration. I wanted to feel his manhood deep inside of me, claiming his seed. I didn’t care that it was wrong; my appetite for him was growing.
I asked, pleaded for him to take me one more time, but he simply shook his head saying he was ashamed he’d taken advantage of the situation.
I finally accepted that it was a one time thing, but I never forget it. That was the first and last time we touched in that manner, but he had been in my fantasies all the time and I hoped someday we’d end up somehow in a situation where I could act out my wildest fantasies, with him, Chanler. Daddy’s friend.
Disobeying Step- Daddy Taboo Younger Woman Older Man Sex Story
Erotic Passionate Lust Erotica
Untouched Inexperienced Princess
ABBEY PERRY
Table of Content
Disobeying Step- Daddy Taboo Younger Woman Older Man Sex Story
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Chapter 1
When Mom died, we were stricken. Watching her suffer through her illness was tragic and heartbreaking. My entire family handled it differently. My step-father was distraught and seemed lost without her. He loved her desperately, and was sad and depressed.
I wished I could help him. He’d been so good to me over the years. My mom remarried when I was fifteen, so she got to spend a good six years with him. During the year after she died, we were re-adjusting to what it meant. My step-father and I continued living in the same house after my mom passed, but being twenty-two, I realized it was time for me to move out.
I wasn’t his responsibility. I appreciated everything he’d done for me, but with my mother gone, it wasn’t fair to saddle this burden on him. He did his part, but it was time for him to relieve his life. I sat down to discuss moving out with him, and while he understood my concerns, he was sad at the prospect of our coming apart without her here.
He didn’t want to cut that cord, he said he’d always be there for me. It was an awkward thing, my real father still being a part of my life, and now my step-father for the last seven years. I wasn’t ready to move in with my real father either. I was old enough at this point to take care of myself.
I’d have to go in search of an apartment. It was time.
The reality of what I needed for an apartment and what I could afford were two different things. We decided we could turn the upstairs of the house into an apartment with a remodel. We’d just have to get the permit. I could pay affordable rent, and we knew it was a safe place. It was important for me to have my own entrance and kitchen and bathroom. That way when I moved out, he could rent it out for continuing income.
It seemed like a fix that would solve a lot of things. This would keep us close, I’d have a little extra freedom, and my rent would stay at an affordable level while I was getting on my feet. It would take awhile to get it together, but the more we spoke of it, the more we both got excited by the idea.
We’d sit at the kitchen table drawing out thoughts on layouts and materials. When we finally were ready to move ahead, it was getting the permit that was the most difficult. Stupid zoning restrictions.
We talked more than ever. My mom used to be his confidant and mine, and we were learning to share with each other now. In a year’s time, I grew a lot closer to my step-father. The more we got to know each other as adults, the more we bonded.
He was slowly becoming my best friend, and I believe I was his. The age difference didn’t seem to matter. I was in my early twenties, and he was in his late forties. We were oblivious to the gap. He introduced me to his friends , but one friend in particular stood out in my mind and his name was Liam. We talked all the time, about everything, we talked whether or not my step-dad was around. Then he came to start working on the house so he’d sleep on the ground in the family room in the nights.
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