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Archive name: moddau.txt (M/f-teen, exh, inc, 1st)
Authors name: Rennie (rennie662002@yahoo.com)
Story title : Model Daughter

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Model Daughter (M/f-teen, exh, inc, 1st)
by Rennie (rennie662002@yahoo.com)

***

All girls dream of being models. We like to dream of 
men throwing themselves at our feet and other women 
being insanely jealous of our beauty.

***

All girls dream of being models, we like to dream of 
men throwing themselves at our feet and other women 
being insanely jealous of our beauty. While we may 
dream of being models, some of us know that those 
dreams will never become a reality. I've always known 
that I am no ravishing beauty. In fact, plain is 
probably the best way to describe me. That's why I was 
totally shocked to find some nude drawings of me done 
by my dad.

My dad is a graphic artist. He works for a firm here in 
town, but also does some free lance work at home. I've 
always enjoyed watching him work in his studio here at 
home and in his free time he would try to teach me some 
art basics. He would often have me critique his work 
for him, letting him know what was good and what I 
thought needed improvement.

I had the run of his studio, except for one file 
cabinet that he kept his contracts and other important 
documents in. He always kept it locked ever since the 
day my little brother got into it and decided to 
redecorate my dads studio with all the papers.

I was 14 when it all started. Dad rushed out of the 
house, late for a meeting with a client. I don't know 
if he forgot to close the drawer, or didn't close it 
hard enough when he left, but the file cabinet that was 
always locked, was wide open. I went to close it before 
my little brother got into it, that was when I noticed 
a sketchpad stuck way in the back. This struck me as 
odd, since dad kept al his sketchpads out. Curiosity 
getting the better of me, I decided to take a peek.

He had written "Life Drawings" on the front cover. 
Opening it up, I saw his sketches of nude women in 
various poses. This didn't shock me; I knew what life 
drawing was all about and had seen some of his other 
sketches. So I figured he just kept it in the cabinet 
to keep it away from my little brother.

But there was something familiar about the last 5 or 6 
sketches. After looking at them for a while, I realized 
that they were me. Or at least they were supposed to be 
me, if I was beautiful and had bigger breasts. The 
girls in the sketches only faintly resembled the mousy, 
plain girl that I see in the mirror every day. They 
were the girl I wish I could be.

Even with those major flaws, they were still very nice 
drawings. So I sat down and looked at them with a 
critical eye, as he had taught me. I wrote up a 
critique about them, paper clipped it to the first 
sketch of me, put it back in the drawer, locked it back 
up and forgot all about it.

A couple of days later, dad and I were alone in the 
house. Mom had gone off to work and my little brother 
was off playing baseball. I was in my room, listening 
to my stereo and just goofing off like a typical young 
teen on an early summer morning. Then I heard a timid 
knock on my door and dad poked his head in, looking 
real nervous. 

"Kelly, can I have a talk with you?" He asked.

"Sure dad, come on in." I said, turning the stereo down 
so we wouldn't have to yell over the music.

He tossed the sketchpad on my bed next to me. "I know 
you've looked through this." He said, indicating the 
pad.

"I'm so sorry dad." I blurted out, thinking I was in 
trouble. "I didn't mean to go into that drawer. But you 
had left it open, and I saw the sketchpad. I didn't 
know I wasn't supposed to look at it. I'm sorry, don't 
be mad at me, I won't do it ever again."

He looked at me totally flabbergasted. "Me, mad at you? 
I thought you would be mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Well, I just thought you would think your dad was a 
dirty old man, drawing pictures of you like that. 
Honestly baby, no one was supposed to see them. I just 
felt that my drawing skills were getting a bit rusty, 
so I thought I would give them a try again. Since I 
couldn't afford a professional model, I thought I would 
use you. You can destroy them if you want."

"Destroy them? Are you crazy? I think they are great!" 
I said, opening the sketchpad up to the drawings. 
"Though, to be honest, they could be a little more 
realistic."

"What do you mean?" He asked, sitting down on my bed so 
we could both see the drawings. "I think they look 
exactly like you."

"Well, for one thing, you have me with..." I cupped my 
hands out in front of me, indicating a larger breast 
size. "When I'm really a..." I placed my hands over my 
B-cup sized breasts.

Dad just laughed. "Well, I had to use my imagination 
for that. Being a typical man, I just imagined them 
being bigger. What else do you think is wrong with my 
drawing?"

"I don't know how, but you somehow made me beautiful in 
the drawings. If you wanted to really show me the way 
that I am, you need to make me a little more plain."  

He just looked at me. "I really hope you don't believe 
that." He said, taking my chin in his hand and lifting 
my head up so he could really look at me. "I drew you 
as beautiful as I see you every day."

I swear I could feel myself blushing all the way down 
to my toes. "Well dad, if you really wanted a model, 
all you had to do was ask."

"You mean you would pose for me, like that?" He asked, 
pointing at the drawings he had done of me. "You 
wouldn't be embarrassed?" 

"Why would I be embarrassed? You're my dad; you've seen 
my nude before. Though, it has been a few years since 
you had to change my diaper. When do you want to get 
started?"

"I don't have anything planned for this morning. If you 
want to, we can do it right now."

"Sounds good to me." I said, jumping off my bed. Dad 
watched as I quickly peeled my t-shirt off. My shorts 
were soon lying on the floor next to my t-shirt. As I 
reached behind me to unsnap my bra, I realized that I 
would soon be standing totally nude in front of a man.

A shyness crept over me and I didn't know if I could do 
it. Then I thought, hey, it's only my dad, a trained 
artist. He's done this plenty of times. He's not like 
those idiot boys in my class who keep trying to peek up 
a girls skirt or down her shirt. So off came the bra 
and panties and I stood in front of my dad in all my 
glory.

Dad just sat there staring at me, looking totally 
shocked. I honestly believe that he didn't think I 
would do it. I had to ask him three times how he wanted 
me to pose before he heard me. He had me lay on my bed, 
as if I were asleep. It was weird, as I lay there with 
my eyes closed, listening to the scratching of his 
pencil on the paper, I could still feel his eyes upon 
me. The feeling of some one looking at me, admiring my 
body, was totally overwhelming.

Let me make one point right now. There was never 
anything sexual about the drawings he had done of me. 
He would draw me doing everyday activities, I would 
just happen to be nude. We got into a nice routine. Mom 
would leave for work, my brother would go play baseball 
with his friends, I would strip and my dad would draw. 
I really enjoyed modeling for my dad and didn't think 
it could get any better. Boy, was I wrong.

We had been doing our secret modeling sessions for 
about 3 weeks. That fateful morning, he had me 
stretched out in the recliner, reading a book. He 
didn't like the way my long brown hair was covering my 
chest. As he was moving my hair to the way he liked it, 
his hand brushed my breast. Next thing I know he's got 
both hands on my breasts and he's feeling me up.

I didn't know how to react, after all, whenever I 
fantasized about this happening to me I always pictured 
it being one of the cute guys in my class. Or whatever 
celebrity I had a crush on that day. But never my 
father. Still, his strong hands on my breasts, his 
fingers teasing my nipples, were making me feel a way I 
had never felt before.

I guess I made a sound, because he realized what he was 
doing. "Oh Kelly, I'm so sorry." He apologized, quickly 
moving away from me. "I should have never done that. It 
will never happen again."

"It's ok dad, I actually kind of enjoyed it." I 
admitted to him, and to myself. As I sat there while he 
drew me, I could still feel his hands on me. Just the 
thought of his hands on me kept my nipples erect, and 
also started a tingling feeling between my legs. 

It seemed that he finished the drawing way to quickly. 
As he started to pack up his drawing supplies, I 
grabbed my bra from the pile of clothes next to the 
chair. "Do you want to play with them some more before 
I put them away?" I asked, half jokingly as I held my 
bra in front of me.

"I...I...I don't think that would be right, baby." 

"It's ok dad, I don't mind if you play with them."

He looked at me with a hungry look in his eyes. I knew 
he wanted to, but guilt was holding him back. Finally, 
when I thought that he would refuse, I saw his 
willpower give away. He knelt down beside me, taking a 
breast in each hand. He massaged them gently, teasing 
the nipples. Then he leaned over and kissed them, 
taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. It felt 
like a bolt of electricity ran through my body.

All of a sudden, I felt something between my legs. I 
looked down and was surprised to realize that it was my 
own hand. Now, masturbation was nothing new to me. I 
discovered how when I was 12 yrs old, so I was used to 
it. But this was the first time I ever did it in front 
of someone else.

Dad saw what I was doing. "Would you like some help?" 
he asked, letting one of his hands slide between my 
legs.

"Yes daddy, please, make me cum." I begged him.

He moved my hand away so he could get full access to my 
hot little pussy. I moaned loudly as his thumb found my 
clit. He teased it and my nipple the same way at the 
same time. I could barely breath as the sexual 
excitement washed over me. I nearly screamed when he 
slid a finger into my tight hole. I could feel myself 
getting close to a climax with him fingering me and 
sucking on my breast. He must have known I was getting 
close, because he increased his stimulation of my clit. 

My mind exploded as I came. It was never like this when 
I played with myself. My legs closed so hard, trying to 
keep his hand on my pussy, that I am surprised that I 
didn't break any of his fingers. My whole body shook 
uncontrollably as my orgasm ran its course.

Afterward I lay there panting, my whole body covered 
with sweat. "Thank you Daddy." Was all I could say as I 
looked up into his deep, brown eyes.

"Anything for my little girl." He said as he brushed my 
hair out of my face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, there 
is something I must take care of."

I watched him leave the room and heard the bathroom 
door close. Curious, I got up and followed him. With my 
ear against the door, I could hear him starting to 
grunt. I could guess what he was doing in there. I 
figured on good turn deserves another. So I walked in 
and saw him jerking off.

"Kelly, what are you doing?" he asked as he saw me come 
in.

"Well dad," I said as I walked u to him and knelt in 
front of him, "it occurred to me that in all the times 
that you've been drawing me naked, I've never gotten to 
see you naked." I removed his hands from over his cock, 
getting my first look at a man's penis. "And that 
doesn't seem fair to me." I took his cock in my hand 
and started stroking it. "So now seems like a good time 
to rectify the situation."

Dad just sat there, not knowing what to do. But soon, 
the feeling of my hand on his cock overwhelmed him. He 
reached down and played with my bare breasts as he 
watched me jerking him off. I guess that what we had 
done earlier had over stimulated him, for fat too 
quickly, I could feel him start to jerk and his milky 
white cum came shooting out all over my face, hair and 
chest.

"Oh shit baby, that felt so good." Dad said. He started 
laughing as he got a good look at me covered in his 
cum. "The perfect picture, and I don't have my 
sketchpad."

"Maybe next time you'll have it with you. But now, I 
really need to wash this stuff off of me." And with 
that, I turned on my parent's shower, stepped in, 
closed the doors and proceeded to shower up.

I had always wondered why my parents had glass shower 
doors in their bathroom. The doors on the shower in the 
bathroom my brother and I shared mirrored and much more 
practical for getting ready for school. But with dad 
sitting there, watching me shower, I soon came to 
realize the benefits of clear glass.

I made a show of lathering up my body for him. I could 
tell that it was really turning him on, but what I 
wasn't expecting was how much it was turning me on. The 
feel of the hot water on my body stimulated nerve cells 
like it had never done before. And the way my body was 
reacting to my hands created a longing I had not felt 
before. Then it hit me, I was fucking horny. 

"Would you like to wash my back?" He didn't even think 
about it. His clothes hit the floor and he was in the 
shower with me faster then the speed of light. 

The feeling of our wet bodies rubbing against each 
other is indescribable. I wanted to scream out in my 
need. And when he leaned down and kissed me, not in a 
fatherly way, sent my body and mind into orbit. When I 
could finally breathe, I uttered those three little 
words that he so loves to hear.

"FUCK ME DADDY!!!"

I don't know what shocked him more, the fact that I 
said the word "fuck", the fact that I wanted him to 
fuck me, or that he realized that he wanted to fuck his 
sweet, innocent, little baby girl. I could see by his 
eyes that he was having doubts, he wasn't sure that he 
should cross that line. But when a guy has a nude, 
willing young woman, rubbing her firm, nubile body 
against his while she's stroking his cock and begging 
him to fuck her, well, his body overrides his brain.

He pinned me against the wall, lifting me by my ass so 
that we were on the same level. I could feel his hard 
cock sliding against my cunt lips, rubbing against my 
clit. My need to feel that big cock of his inside of me 
was almost painful. 

"Come on daddy, do it please. Stick that big cock of 
yours up my virgin hole. I want it so bad!"

I could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to my 
pussy. He slid it in slowly, a little bit at a time. 
Then with one big thrust, he drove his huge cock home. 
I gasped in pain as he popped my cherry and the feeling 
of my pussy walls being stretched like never before.

"Are you OK Kelly?" He asked as we stood there joined 
together, my arms and legs wrapped around his body, his 
strong hands holding my up by my ass.

"Yes daddy; please, don't stop. Keep fucking me, 
please!" 

Oh god, the pleasure of feeling him sliding in and out 
of me. It was as if every nerve ending had just come 
alive. I could feel every single one of his chest hairs 
rubbing against my sensitive nipples. Jolts of pure 
pleasure shot through me as he kissed and nibbled my 
neck and ear. And I can't even describe how it felt 
when he came in contact with my clit. 

I urged him on with my moaning, pulling him ever deeper 
with my legs as my climax neared. I could hear him 
through the fog of pleasure saying that he was going to 
cum soon, that he needed to pull out. But my body knew 
it's own needs and desires. My legs kept him trapped in 
me, not giving him the chance at separation.

Then it hit me, an orgasm that caused all others to 
pale in comparison. My mind exploded. It felt like an 
eternity that I came. I was surprised to realize that 
the screaming I heard were my own screams of pleasure. 
My orgasm must have pushed my dad over the edge, 
because I could feel him shooting his load deep in me.

Soon my mind and body returned to normal. We stood 
there, still joined together, panting as if we had just 
run a marathon. I gasped as he finally slid his 
shrinking cock out of my pussy. The feel of the now 
cold water on our over heated bodies was enough to 
bring us back to reality. We washed off in the cold 
water, then helped dry each other off.

Dad was worried about me getting pregnant, but we got 
lucky there. My period came the same time as they 
usually do. The following days after, we tried to 
continue our routine of drawing, but dad wouldn't get 
half way done with the sketch before we would start 
fucking, using condoms for safety reasons. Was I ever 
glad when I got on the pill so we could go back to 
doing it without condoms.

Dad still continues to draw me, but now he does it from 
memory. He's got some great ones of how I look during 
sex. But my favorite one is of me holding his cock, 
with his cum all over my face, chest and hair. He's 
also been using his imagination. He's got some ones of 
me and my girlfriends doing some very interesting 
things to each other as we lay out by the pool. If that 
ever comes to pass, I'll be sure to write and let you 
know.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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