AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Threesome With Dad and A Model At His Studio

SUBTITLE: A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Story with FFM, anal, voyeur, FF.

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WORD COUNT: 5200words

The studio seems hotter than normal probably, but that could just be the gayness in me manifesting at the sight of today's model. Kiki, that's her name. Gorgeous bombshell redhead with amazing tits. And her nipples are pierced, which is driving me absolutely insane.

See, my dad is working on a new collection. It came to him in a fever dream or something. The collection is supposed to be about the female body, and thus, we have a nude model, although it'll be edited so that no identifying features will be shown.

Right now, though, I identify as a bitch in heat.

“Kendra, move the spotlight a little further back, please,” Dad calls, patient as always.

I rush to do as I'm told. The submissive part of me shines when I'm at work, and if he's ever noticed, he's graciously never pointed it out.

At first, I was a little miffed that I was not the model. After all, I was a perfectly fine woman-was he implying that I wasn't feminine enough?-but watching Kiki slowly undress and redress in the lingerie set provided… I have no complaints.

Dad crosses the room with his camera hanging around his neck, stepping back from his, no doubt, captivating subject and closer to me.

"Usually, I start with the subject sitting normally, then either kneeling or straddling," he says as he lets Kiki do what she wants with that information.

Kiki gingerly leans back, and I appreciate Dad taking his time to adjust the camera and not fussing at her for taking too long.

"Do you do a lot of girls?" Kiki asks while positioning.

Dad gives her a look that is briefly wicked before it turns professional. "I'm assuming you mean female boudoir subjects?" his deep voice finally asks.

Kiki blushes slightly as she wiggles to get comfortable, legs falling apart a bit. "Yeah, that's what I mean."

"You look gorgeous, by the way," Dad says, holding the camera.

Those soft, almost shy words have Kiki flushing. She takes a slow breath, lips in a slight, shy smile. There's the faint whrrclick of a shutter, and it actually makes her smile.

"Cheeky," she says, no doubt realizing what Dad had done-and that it had worked.

Dad's laugh is soft but rich. "It worked, and it's true," he adds.

My father takes a few more pictures and Kiki's eyes fall half closed. It gives her a bedroom eyes look, and I can't possibly be hornier. I move the light forward a bit at his gesture.

"Very good," Dad whispers, but I'm not even sure I was meant to have heard it. He takes a few more pictures, then straightens. "Can you reach back, take hold of the back of the chair, arch your chest out a bit? Like you're showing someone your jewelry," he says.

It takes Kiki a few moments to work out the most comfortable way to accommodate Dad's request. She finally does, her hands curling around the seat, shoulders back. She tries sucking in her soft belly but gives up after half a breath. It doesn't overhang her panties, and anyone who would be seeing this would know she had a slight paunch anyway.

"You know, you never answered my question about other… female boudoir subjects," Kiki says, trying to continue the conversation for some reason.

"Oh. That. Some. I'm mostly a lifestyle photographer.”