Daddy invites the photographer from the beach

Continuation of Beach Day With Daddy stories. Daddy brings a photographer to take pictures of us. I don’t want to, but I want to make daddy proud.

I stood before Daddy, arms up, as he pushed both of his large hands up the front of my shirt. His finger tips reached my little puffs, paused there, then continued up. Lifting my shirt off and over my head. He dropped it in the laundry basket at our sides.
Daddy sat in the chair in our room. He hooked his thumbs in the band of my blue princess elsa shorts and began pulling them down. I stood there with my arms at my sides like he enjoys. I’ve learned that Daddy gets upset if I try to cover any of my privates when he wants to look.
I looked up at his face and saw he was scowling.
“You know I don’t like when you wear panties, Princess. Even when we are at the store.”
“I know daddy. But these ones are my favorite. It has all the characters I love! And the lacey parts on my bottom! Plus I always take them right off when we get home! “ I turned around a gave daddy a little wiggle to show the frills.
Daddy chuckled. “I suppose you’re right Molly.”
He pulled me back toward him. One arm wrapping possessively around my chest. The other hand starting at my stomach and sliding down. Under the band of my favorite panties to my hairless privates. His fingers barely grazed my projecting clitty and rested on the outside of my privates.
“God I love you Molly. You’re the best baby any daddy could ask for. You’re so beautiful. And you make me so happy.” Giving me another squeeze and then taking his hand out of my panties. My heart was racing. It was clear the mood he was in. What always comes next. My job to obey and make him proud of me.
Daddy turned me back around and hooked his thumbs into my panties. One at each hip and pulled them down. I was standing before him, completely exposed, in what daddy now called “our room.” Last week he told me that I’ll be his wife one day, so there’s no reason to have separate beds.
“There’s my beautiful Princess.” Taking my hand and giving me a little twirl.
“We have company coming over in a little bit.” Said daddy.
My head shot up in surprise. “But daddy! Why did you take my clothes off then?! I liked that outfit!”
Daddy shook his head. “Today is your photo shoot with the photographer we met at the beach. Remember? I told you that the most beautiful of models don’t wear clothes for their pictures. Men want to see the beautiful budding body you have.
“But I thought my Princess parts were for you to see daddy.. I don’t think I like this” I said nervously. Looking down I could see daddy’s already growing peepee.
“Your body IS for me Molly. Here, let’s check. I understand you might be nervous. But let’s see if your body really wants to make daddy happy by taking pictures.”
My daddy reached his fingers right for my peepee. Opened my folds and felt the slickness that gathered there. Looking me in the eye the entire time he explored, he smiled.
“Just what I thought Princess. Look.”
He raised his hand up, flicking my clitty on the way, and showing my his shiny finger tips. My Princess juice coated his two middle fingers. I was still so confused by this. My head and tummy often felt like I didn’t want to do something.. but every time daddy did his checks, my body for sure wanted it. Always so wet and sticky between my legs. Whether daddy touched, talked, or just cuddled me. My body always reacted.
I shrugged. Daddy raised his fingers to his mouth and stopped. He often said I tasted delicious and loved drinking as much of my Princess juice as he could take from me. But he moved his fingers to my lips.
“Open.”
I parted my lips for him. He slid his fingers into my mouth and onto my tongue. I sucked. Daddy’s eyes lit on fire and he grinned.
“How’s that taste Baby?”
I finished cleaning his fingers and thought about it.
“Tastes good Daddy. But I like yours better.”
“That’s my girl.”

20 minutes later I lay on my side. My back pressed against Daddy’s stomach. My head only reaching his chest because I’m still so small. His left hand ran finger tips along my swollen, puffy nipple. He’d place all 5 tips in a circle where my breast will some day be, and slowly brought his fingers together, all meeting at my nipple. He did this over and over. My left leg propped up over his legs, keeping my Princess parts exposed and open. The lips separated from the extent of my leg stretched. Daddy’s private part was between my legs but laid resting across my other leg. The balls that hung below it resting there as well. If I moved, or if daddy flexed, my pee would brush against the right lip of my peepee.
I laid there shaking. My eyes held tightly shut, I hear the camera click.
“David. She’s gorgeous. These shots are perfect. She lets you shave her this smooth?”
“She hasn’t grown hair yet. My Molly is perfect isn’t she?”
The photographer hummed in agreement.
I didn’t want to see him looking at me. I felt so exposed. Safe, kinda, in daddys arms. But this was different than anything he’s asked me to do.
I felt breath on my privates and jumped. Daddy held me tight and then clicks.
“It’s alright Princess. You’re doing so good for daddy and his friend. Don’t be nervous. Your princess parts have so much juice. I know you like this. He just wants to get all the good photos of my beautiful model and our magic together.”
I whimpered and still shook. He was right. I was dripping. I could feel it running onto my leg, onto daddy’s privates and down to my butthole.
“It’s ok. The more nervous she is, the better some of these shots are going to be.”
“Molly, your Princess juice is driving me wild. This is the first time it’s gotten on Daddys peepee.”
“Let’s get some other shots. Go ahead and fuck her and I’ll get some video and stills.”
“We haven’t done that yet. And I’m not going to do that with you here. That’s for when my Molly bleeds.”

The photo shoot lasted for hours. Daddy moved me into all sorts of positions we normally play when we are alone. He had me do binkie fine sucking on him, sat me between his legs and pulled my legs apart for the photographer. They took photos of daddy spreading my butt cheeks apart and using his finger to play on the outside of my very wet butthole. At once point the man took off his pants and exposed his pee pee. It was small. Nothing big like daddy’s. While daddy did his special kisses to my Kitty, the man took some photos but then sat in the chair and rubbed himself up and down. His had juice that came out too.

Right when I finally thought it was all over, the man told daddy that it was time for his payment. Daddy looked nervous but agreed. Daddy stood up off the bed and took the camera from the photographer.
“Remember. Take the photos. These ones are for me. I know they aren’t your style. But she will be fine.”
“Yeah yea I know. Hurry up and let’s get this over with. No penetrating her Steve. I fucking mean it.”

I was shaking. Scooting toward the head of the bed. I didn’t understand.
“Princes. Just hold still. It will only be a minute. Then he will leave and it will just be me and you.”
The photographer took my ankles and pulled me toward him. He pushed my legs up and open, my knees by my head.
“Hold your legs up girl!” He snarled.
I held them. Fully exposed, my butthole and kitty were right by his face. He had a scratchy long beard and he eyes became hungry. He took fingers from both hands and spread open my privates. Then he dove in. He put his mouth to my overstimulated clitty and I began to cry. Daddy stood there frowning but taking photos. The man bit me, spit on my kitty, shoved his tongue inside me. Licked my butthole and tried putting his tongue inside of that. Tears streamed down my face. He sat up and instantly juice shot out of his short ugly penis. He took the camera from daddy and took pictures of that. Then got up and started cleaning himself off.
Daddy held me right after. On the way out the photographer told daddy that next time he wants daddy to fuck him like they originally agreed upon and that the photos will be edited and ready within the week.
I didn’t know what that meant. But being back in daddy’s arms, him rubbing cooling gel on my sore clitty, I fell asleep trying to imagine what the man meant.

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