The Favors Photographers Get Asked

The studio was quiet as I clicked through that afternoon's images. It was getting late, but I didn't mind as the studio was technically attached to my house. It wasn't at all uncommon for me to spend almost whole days here before retiring to bed. I loved my studio, anyway. Over the years I had been able to build up an impressive space from what was originally a guest house. As my business grew and grew, and my reputation spread, this space had become the go-to destination for aspiring and experienced models in my area.

Today's shoot was no model, however. A bored housewife booked a boudoir shoot as a birthday gift to her husband. I loved these. Models were great and It's wonderful to work with a pro. However it was mostly business-like and could get formulaic. They know what they want, they know how to work with light and its open and shut. Sometimes I needed something to spice things up. Boudoir shoots were almost exclusively partners who had never been in front of a camera like this before, and certainly not nude or near-nude. Taking a bundle of nerves afraid to show a little shoulder and turning them into someone who would spread eagle in front a lens was a rush.

Today's model was no exception. Trish was a 40-year-old stay at home mom who was hoping to put a little kick back into the bedroom with her workaholic husband. Although shy, she had no reason to be. All those hours to herself left her dedicated to the gym. Her body was tight and toned, with sexy arms and muscled abs when she was angled right. Despite the obvious pride in her body, she was really timid. She had never been nude in front of the camera, and even admitted to avoiding the shower at the gym for fear of being seen. She had helped herself to the bottle of wine I always have to the side in case anyone needs "liquid courage," and within an hour she was suggesting new ways to shoot her ass to capture her pretty little slit between the cheeks. She went from shy girl to booking a follow-up session for a chance to "get more hardcore." I am not sure what she had in mind, but it either means bringing in a partner or getting into some kinky stuff. I really, really love my job.

I was startled when my phone started buzzing on the desk. I looked over to the clock on the wall and was surprised to find that I got lost in the work and it was really late. Who would be calling me at 1AM on a Thursday? Caller ID showed it was my buddy Steve. He was the kind of friend that you knew forever, and maybe were extremely close with for a time, but drifted apart and only saw each other a couple of times a year. Steve starting his family was what put the breaks on our friendship, and things only got some complicated when his wife left him to run away to Mexico with someone she barely knew.

"Steve? What's up?"

He sounded apologetic, but still a little urgent. "Hey Jeff, sorry for the late hour. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was up working, actually. You did me a favor. I didn't even realize how late it was and would have stayed in my studio for hours more if it wasn't for your call."

Steve let out a forced laugh, like he was just getting through this part of the conversation until he could say why he actually called. "Good, good. Hey man, I need a favor. I know, I know it's real shitty to call up and ask for favors, but I'm in a bind."

He was right about the shitty part. If he and I hadn't had a history where I knew he was a good guy, I'd think he was an asshole. This wasn't the first favor I'd done for him, albeit the last time it wasn't so urgent. It was also a hazard of my job. Everyone wanted a free photo session at one point or another. They don't realize that it's an enormous amount of work they are asking for. From lighting, to shooting, to working with models, to editing.

I sighed internally. "No, man. I get it. What's up?"

"Remember Emily?"

"Yea, of course. Your daughter." That was his last favor. Emily was his kid and several years ago he asked if I would shoot her headshots for modeling and acting. Adorable kid and honestly perfect for it. Bright red hair, expressive eyes, freckle face. She stood out in a way that media generally loves. "How's she doing?"

"Uh, great. Yea, great. She actually booked a few gigs with those pictures you took and she always remembered having a great time in your studio. You gave her a big leg-up when she was little. You can't buy the confidence she got from working with you."

'I mean, you could buy it... you just didn't have to because you asked for it for free,' I thought to myself.

"Oh, I'm so glad she had a good time and that it worked out for her."

"Yea, yea. Thanks again. But.... and I hate to do this..."

Here it comes.

"Would you mind letting us use your studio again and shooting her?"

"Steve, uh. I don't know. Let me check my schedule and see if there's like a slow period of something I can squeeze you in, but it might be a while." While I did do discounted or free shoots when I wasn't crazily booked, I tried to have it be a one time thing for people just getting started or struggling in some way.

Steve's tone got serious for a bit. "Jeff, I really don't mean to be that guy, but we kind of need to do this tomorrow. Or at least have a finished product by the middle of next week."

"Tomorrow! Finished next week?! Steve, what the hell?"

"I know, I know it's a lot. But it's an important shoot for a client that's offering a lot of money and Emily only trusts you with it."

I was touched that she had such a good experience with me, and remembered me after all these years. She was 18 now so it means it had been about 8 years since I helped them out. Part of me thought Steve was bullshitting though just to get the favor.

"Alright, fine," I said, the resignation clear in my voice. I moved straight into the logistics. "But it has to be tomorrow, early. I don't know how long we will need and obviously I need time for editing. You'll have to handle your own makeup and dress as the girl I normally use would kill me if I called her to come on a weekend."

"Absolutely. Thanks so much. You're a lifesaver. We'll be there first thing in the morning. And, I know last time you did it for free, which I really appreciated. I promise you'll get paid this time. It's a big contract."

I rolled my eyes, but he obviously couldn't see that. "OK, that'd be great. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, about to hang up.

"Wait, wait," Steve blurted out. "I forgot to mention, we need a video set up too. The client wants behind the scenes stuff."

This fucking guy. I just hung up the phone.

That night I spent about an hour or so preparing the studio for the next morning. After only a few hours of sleep, I finished up the prep in the morning and reviewed our last photoshoot. It was buried on a now ancient hard drive. I couldn't help but smile looking over the photos. Emily was an adorable kid and it didn't surprise me they were able to get some work from our shoot. She beamed brightly at the camera and was easy to direct. Hopefully she'll be just as easy to manage this time. When Steve and I would grab a drink he would just briefly tell me about her and share a picture or two, so I didn't really get a sense of what she was like now. 8 years is a long time for a kid.

I took a long sip of my steaming coffee while I looked over the set-up. Years of practice made me an expert at adjusting lights and setting out equipment to be ready at a moments notice. Soon enough, there was a knock at the studio door. I had told Steve he could just come right back to the studio, instead of through the main house.

I opened the door and was surprised to see only one person there. Piercing blue eyes surrounded by porcelain white, lightly freckled skin stared up at me. Her angelic face was framed by wavy red hair. Her lips were in a big gorgeous smile that showed off porcelain teeth.

"Hi Jeff!," she said excitedly.

"Emily?"

"Yea, of course," she laughed. "Who else would it be? I'm so excited to see you!"

I was taken aback. Emily had turned into one of the most stunning girls I'd ever seen. Maybe I was too used to bored, older housewives and not nubile young adults. This wasn't true though, I knew. I had plenty of young models come through here. She was just that good looking.

"Hi! It's great to see you too. You'd dad mentioned you've been doing really well with the modeling jobs," I offered back, moving to the side to let her in.

She blushed a bit, "Yea. I had some success with commercial jobs as a young kid. And now my more serious modeling has started to take off too. All thanks to you." She was walking in and looking at the space as she said it.

"Oh, I don't need any credit," I said. I looked back outside. "Where's your dad?" I was a bit annoyed to not see him as I was going to rely on him to fetch me this or that during the shoot. Things my sometimes assistant would take care of usually.

"Oh, he sent me in first. He forgot something at home, but figured I could get settled with you before he gets back."

"Well make yourself at home," I said amiably. No need to punish the poor girl for having a fuck-up for a dad. "Want anything? Coffee... Juice?"

She shot me a look. "Juice? Jeff you are not going to be treating me like a little kid all day, are you? I'm 18 now- not that little kid you shot before."

I laughed. And she was right. She was far from that little kid doing silly poses and jumping around my studio. While she walked to put her stuff down, I couldn't help but check her out a little. She was wearing some short jean shorts that showed off her long, smooth legs and hugged her shapely ass. She wasn't very tall, but proportioned in a way that made her legs look longer than they actually were. Her top was an oversized shirt, cut to the waist, and sleeves cut-off to make an oversized sleeve hole - almost like a lost tank top. When she moved you caught sight of a lacy bra underneath and what looked like good-sized tits. Maybe a C-cup. Doing this work for as long as I have makes you really good at sizing people up and making out their best and worst features. So far, I couldn't detect even the slightest flaw.

Emily made a little tour of the studio and found the door in the back.

She opened the door and shot me a questioning look.

"What's this?"

I closed the distance between us, and chuckled a bit. In the room was a four-poster bed and other furnishings that made it look dreamy and inviting.

"Well, I've been known for the past few years for doing boudoir shoots. And those sometimes require a bed."

She looked at me a little funny.

"I swear! It's purely professional."

She smiled a bit and walked in. "Oooh, what are these," she said walking over to a clothing rack and fingering through the lingerie.

"Well, this helps anyone feel comfortable with options. Sometimes what they bring in from home doesn't make them feel sexy enough." Was it weird to be talking to her like this? Where was Steve?

Emily's smile broadened. "These are so nice. They must feel great." And without another word she lifted her shirt up over her head. She was turned away from me, so I got a good view of her slender back as she unhooked her bra.

"Umm... well, I don't know if that's the kind of shoot we are doing today," I started to protest.

"Oh, my dad knows the details. This is just for fun," Emily said as she stripped off her shorts and panties. Confirming my earlier suspicious, her ass was delicious. Nice and round, but not huge. She was no PAWG model. As she moved, I could see glimpses of her breasts dancing. I wished I had a camera to capture this right now. It would have made such a good spread.

I am not a stranger to nudity, obviously. But there was something so hot about her just jumping in. Still, I had to keep professional. This was my friend's daughter after all. I could have left, but... I didn't. Part of me justified it as perks of the job.

"Well, OK. But when your dad gets here, you'll have to explain why you are wearing sexy lingerie in what looks like a real bedroom."

Emily turned and was stunning in the sheer, lace frilled number she had picked out. Her nipples were hard and visible against the fabric. "What do you think?"

"What's going on?" I heard a voice behind me say.

I turned to see Steve's shadow framed in the doorway, duffle bag draped over his shoulder. "Jeff, are you trying to take advantage of my daughter?"

I stammered. "No, Steve. It's not like that. She was just looking around. I didn't..."

Jeff stepped toward me menacingly, getting far too close to my face. He hadn't changed much over the years. He was a handsome guy, but a little rough. His skin was red as if from too much time in the sun, and he had a subtle beard. His shoulders told me he had been keeping up his regular exercise routine. Shit. Was I about to get my ass kicked? I should never have agreed to this favor.

Steve suddenly smile and slapped my shoulder in greeting. "Just fucking with you man." He nodded toward his daughter behind me now. "She turned out to be a real hot piece of ass, didn't she?" he said, with a air of fatherly approval.

"Daddy!" Emily cried out behind me. "That's no way to talk about me." After a pause however, she smiled. "But thank you."

Before I could say anything, Steve walked past me to Emily. "I'm sorry I forgot the bag at home, sweetie. I brought the camera, and some 'extras' for you in case you need a pick me up."

Emily leaned over and gave her dad a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, daddy."

They both simultaneously turned to me, expectant looks on their faces. They were an odd site - This older man standing with his nearly nude daughter. "Well?" Steve finally said.

I could only stammer back. "Well what?"

Steve looked bothered. "Can we get started? You were the one stressing me about the time constraints after all." He gave Emily a look that said, 'Can you believe this asshole?'

I fumbled a bit, but then responded, "Yea, of course. Let's head back to the studio and talk about the idea you want to get across with this shoot. You still haven't given me any details."

"I think we are actually good right here. Right honey?" Steve said.

"Yea, this is perfect," Emily replied looking over at the bed.

"Yea, and maybe we even start with that little sheer number you have on already. Is that OK, Jeff? I assume the lingerie is for the models to play with?"

"You guys want me to shoot Emily wearing that on the bed?" I asked.

"Yea, of course. It's perfect." He turned to Emily. "Hop on the babe, baby. Let's show him the kind of script you worked out last night."

Emily dutifully got onto the bed and stretched herself out on her side. "Can we do this outfit later? I want to make sure we get it first in the outfit I brought before we branch out."

She began to mime posing this way and that, including bending over and sticking her ass out at the camera. She was clearly having fun playing around. I was caught between my professional brain judging the angles and my dick's brain that told me to get onto the bed with her and bury my face in her ass.

"I can start in the middle and do some posing, but eventually I'll crawl over to the edge of the bed where you are shooting. And daddy will be covering all the angles with the video camera." She crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed. "And I'll start to unbuckle your belt while you shoot away with your camera. It'll be so hot."

"Wait, what?! Unbuckle my pants? What are you talking about?"

Emily smiled at me sweetly. "Well I can't suck your dick through your jeans, can I? And dad told me you've got a pretty nice sized hog in there," she joked, pointing at my crotch.

I looked over at Steve astonished.

He shrugged. "Sorry man. I didn't think you'd mind me telling her that. I just remembered from that night in Austin a few years back that your dick was cut, straight and thick. Perfect for her little hands."

Through my confusion a memory of Steve and I on a guys trip to Austin several years ago surfaced. Emily must have been with her mom and he and I got to chatting up some young girl at the bar. She ended up bringing us back to her dorm room where we fucked the loving shit out of her. This was probably in fact one of the other reasons Steve and I remained friends after all these years. He was a fantastic wingman. I knew anytime we went out, I was guaranteed to get laid.

I finally got my tongue to work enough to speak. "Steve, what are you talking about? You didn't tell me this was an adult shoot, let alone that it would feature your daughter giving me a blowjob. How can you be ok with this?"

Before he Steve could say anything, Emily spoke up from the bed. She had sat up on her knees and was pointing her finger at me. "Excuse me? It is not up to him. I am the model and I say what I do or don't do. This was my commission from the modeling site I've worked very hard to build up."

I looked back at her, feeling a little bit swayed by her gumption, but still trying to find any angle out of this. "But... but with your dad right here? Isn't that... weird for you?"

She looked at him lovingly. "He's the best option I have. I know he'll protect me in case I need it and would never set me up with something that would be dangerous. Plus, I know he'd never screw me over for money. That's more than I can say for any other manager I've seen."

Steve smiled and shrugged at me.

"I still don't know. I'm not some adult film star. I am a behind the camera kind of guy," I protested weakly. It was so strange and sudden, but also so enticing. I mean to look at her all you do was want to fuck her. And now I'd be paid to do it?

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Steve said, sounding serious and motioning for us to leave the room and head to the larger studio. Not knowing what else to do I followed him out. When we were just out of earshot he put his hand on my shoulder to look me in the eye. "Look Jeff. I know this isn't a normal job for you..."

"That's putting it lightly, Steve."

He smiled. "I know, I know. But look at her." We both looked through the doorway toward Emily who was looking at the rest of the lingerie. She was so gorgeous, and images of her in the other pieces flashed through my head. "I know what I've got. My daughter is hot as shit and is going to make a ton of money selling pictures and videos of her body to horny men just like us."

I didn't mean to but found myself nodding in agreement.

"At least this way, I can protect her. And you can do the same by being part of the process. We aren't going to hurt her, and other people just might." He had real concern in his voice that helped sell his argument.

"Yea, but... it's your daughter. I don't know if I feel right about doing that to you."

Steve's smile changed to a bit more of a lecherous one. "Come on, Jeff. Don't fuck around. She's hot, young and wants it. We are getting up there in age and won't be able to pull girls like this forever." His hand patted my shoulder. "Plus, think of it as payment for the last shoot. I know I stiffed you on that and I'm sorry."

Shit. I could feel my resolve softening. Plus he was right. If I didn't know who she was, I would love to fuck this girl.

"No one can know," I said quickly. "I can't be known as the guy who fucks his models... I mean I have, I just don't want that reputation."

"Perfect!" Steve said, giving me a bright smile and starting to head back.

I put my hand on his shoulder to slow him. "How much are you guys making on this shoot anyway?"

Steve's smile got even bigger. "Enough to let you stick that dirty dick in any hole she wants you to," he replied with a wink.

Steve and I re-entered the mock-bedroom just as Emily was zipping up the last bit of her costume for the shoot. Of course.... a school girl outfit. Her red hair was now in braids on each side of her head and she wore a plain white dress-shirt that was too small for her and hugged tits that looked ready to burst forth. She had on a pleated tiny skirt that didn't do much to cover her ass and her feet were bare. She was stunning. She looked up at us as we entered the room. "Everything good?" she said, directing it as her dad.

"Yes sweetie. Jeff is all onboard and we're ready to go. Show him what you've got, baby!," he said, as if he was a dad prepping his kid for a big soccer game and not at all as if she were about to blow a photographer.

Emily smiled at me and stood by the bed. "How do you want me to start?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Steve taking out his digital SLR to record video. From the equipment I could tell they've invested some good money into this venture already.

"So you are just going to record the whole thing?" I said to him, hesitantly.

"Yea, yea. Don't worry. I won't get your face in it. The client isn't paying to see your ugly mug. Just pretend I'm not here."

I looked back to Emily who, under the studio light, was more beautiful than before. I zoned in on her lips and they seemed to shine and shimmer, pulling me in. My dick twitched in acknowledgment. I wanted this and everyone here was on board. Why would I hold back?

I lifted my camera and told her to stand by the bed and just try some poses that she felt sexy in. Unsurprisingly, she was a natural. She knew just how to hold the light, how to show desire, seduction, innocence - all the sexy expressions a shoot like this requires. She eventually got onto the bed, and I clicked away.

"Looking good," I encouraged. "Why don't you start taking some buttons off one by one? She looked down and started to unbutton as I shot frame after frame. She looked up to let me get a few with full face and before we knew it she was unbuttoned. "OK, just let your shirt hang there a bit. Good."

The sides of her tits were visible, but her nipples were still covered. Despite all my experience, I couldn't help but start to get hard. She played with her shirt, really letting me get all the teasing poses that make for a good set.

Her hands went to her skirt. "How about this?" she asked.

"No, keep that on. It's sexier. Trust me," I offered. "If anything we can get some shots of you taking your panties off later." She smiled a bit at that. I knew the skirt was a major part of the appeal. Without it, she was just another naked girl. Whoever this client was, he wanted the fantasy.

Emily smiled at me and instead played with the waist of her skirt. She was a pro for sure. She made some movements that allowed her nipples to start peeking through.

"Let's try turning around and bending over so I can see your ass," I said. I shot Steve a look to make sure he was not going to deck me for telling his daughter how to be the best slut she could be. He was totally engrossed in taking video and dutifully capturing all her nip slips.

Emily obliged and stood on the bed, bending forward and letting her shirt drape down. Her ass stood out from the lifted skirt and I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. I guess there won't be any panty peeling shots. My dick lurched at the bald slit. She moved smoothly and let her tits hang, giving me some shots of her ass with tits artfully seen through her V-spread legs. "Nice. Very sexy," I offered.

"Looking hot, honey," her dad encouraged. She shot him a little smile.

'This is so fucked up,' I thought, as I watched Emily take the initiative to strip her shirt completely off. Her firm and pale breasts were topped with the most perfect tiny nipples that she seemed to delight in holding and teasing. I clicked away, moving around the bed and appreciating how she didn't need a ton of direction to give me lots of shot options.

She then laid on her back and let her skit flip up, revealing her tight, shaved pussy. She closed and opened her legs, then ran her fingers seductively over her slit. I took some pictures and looked down to check the lighting in the tiny LCD screen. It was perfect. When I looked up, I had to rush to shoot more photos, because she was just entering herself with her fingers. Accustomed as I was to boudoir, it wasn't often that a wife would decide to take it hardcore. I only got a few pictures before my view was obstructed by her dad getting a real close up of her fingering herself.

"Go ahead and spread it a little. Good. Now get it wet. Spread that around a bit. You know they love it when it shines," Steve directed Emily.

'Not their first time at this, obviously,' I thought to myself. I moved up to get a bit of her face as she grimaced in pleasure. Mock or real, I couldn't tell. But then her eyebrows arched a bit and she opened her mouth in an exaggerated 'O,' letting out a soft moan. I shot a few pictures, and moved to the foot of the bed to find that Steve was sliding a shining silver vibrator into his daughter while taking close-ups of the action with the video recorder. I froze, just staring at the scene of the dad and daughter.

Emily let her hands roam over her body, squeezing her own tits hard as she moaned in pleasure. I felt my dick grow even harder and strain against my jeans. It was so wrong and so hot. Steve turned to look at me.

"Hey, what are you doing? Keep shooting. You're missing some great stuff," he chastised.

I lifted my camera and tried to get back to work. Right. This was work for me. And for him, I guess. It helped to think of it that way. He was just helping her with their business, and he's just holding a vibrator. It's not like he's actually even touching her....

As I snapped away Steve, with great dexterity, held the camera with one hand, and with the other moved his fingers to rub her clit while still gripping the vibrator causing Emily to twitch and moan louder. Without looking at me, he whispered encouragements to both Emily and me. "Keep going. That's it. Keep going."

I tried to keep my composure by keeping my eye glued to the view finder and getting pictures of it all. Emily wasn't acting anymore, from what I could tell. I was capturing someone not just play-acting pleasure, but actually in the throes of it. Steve had stopped with her clit and was now moving the vibrator in and out of her, filling my ears with the sounds of her wetness.

Emily's moaning grew louder and her squeezing herself grew more insistent until Steve stopped. "OK baby girl, are you ready for some dick?"

"Yes, daddy. I need it," she replied. There was a moment of panic where I assumed they meant his dick. Would they go that far?

She got up and basically crawled to the edge of on all fours to where I was. Her beautiful pale skin was not mottled red with desire. She looked up at me through my lens and gave me a seductive smile before starting to fiddle with my belt. Right, my dick, not his. All I could think about was how hard my dick strained against its prison and begged to be free. It was difficult to remember to keep taking pictures.

Emily got my jeans down and ran her hand over my hard cock in my boxer briefs before taking hold of my waist band and pulling them down. My cock sprung free of its confines and Emily gave a little gasp and delightful moan, as if my cock was the most delicious meal she couldn't wait to have. She gave me some preparatory strokes and bent her head to lick at my precum. I got one shot of the sticky string connecting her to my dick as she pulled her tongue away. What a pro.

She held my balls as she licked up my shaft thoroughly. It was as if she wanted to make sure I was properly coated before she took my cockhead in her mouth. I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my skull as the feeling of her snakelike tongue circled my head. She made a show of it and turned her head this way or that to make sure I got all the angles I could before diving in and taking my entire length down. I knew my lens was capturing every look of ecstasy and grimace she made as she pushed to get the whole thick thing into her.

It was my turn to moan as she worked my shaft and balls. I lost my inhibitions and left myself place a hand on the back of her head to guide her, clicking away with my other hand. It was an almost surreal experience watching my own dick get sucked through narrow frame of my camera lens. It's like I was watching it on TV. This dick, that looked like mine, was face-fucking this beautiful teen. Steve wasn't just blowing smoke up my ass before. I knew I had a nice dick. It was thick, big and nicely trimmed. Multiple girls have complimented the head as "perfect." It looked great on film. My lens captured her pull out and make an exaggerated gasp for air, as she had been holding her breath to take in all my length as deep as possible.

*click* *click* *click*

She was so good. Her face was so sweet and skin so perfect. Suddenly I became aware that her movements had become less fluid. Almost stuttering at times. I peeled my eyes away from my viewfinder to find that Steve had positioned himself behind his Emily, camera still in hand to get her from the other side. My first thought was to worry he was getting my face in the shot, but that disappeared when I realized what was going on.

Steve was dick deep in his daughter. He was steadily pounding her ass while she sucked my dick. He looked up to catch my eye and gave me a wide smile before refocusing on the bounce in his little girl's ass. "That's right baby. Take these dicks. Be daddy's slut."

Emily moaned and took me in her mouth again. I almost dropped my camera from the feeling that washed over me. She went after my cock with a ferocious energy and I did everything I could to keep from cumming and take more pictures. This was twisted, but I was in it all the way. I think I even loved it. I angled to get his body and my dick both in the frame. As I suspected earlier, despite being older, my friend had kept up his body. He had a barrel chest with strong abs that flexed with each thrust. He kept one hand on her ass and the other held the camera.

"Take your daddy's dick," I found myself saying. Emily grunted in pleasure at my command and kept sucking me off.

She only stopped to turn her head to her pounding daddy and asked him to "make me red." I didn't understand at first until I saw him pull his hand back to slap her ass hard as he fucked her. Sure enough, a red hand mark appeared on her lily-white skin. He alternated cheeks, forehand and backhand, making her skin a darker and darker shade of red.

That was it for me. Emily sensed I was going to cum and took me out of her mouth. "Paint my face, Uncle Jeff," she commanded. She jerked me hard as I took picture after picture. I watched my own dick through the viewfinder paint this young girl's face with cum. She was smiling broadly as she took it all, then snaked that wonderful tongue around to scoop up as much of my seed as possible. "Mmmm, thank you Uncle," Emily purred then put her head down to focus on her dad's efforts.

Steve gestured to me and handed me the video recorder. I guess now that I was spent my job was to film? I was in no headspace to refuse and took the camera to record. I watched my friend pull her hair back with light force, making her raise her head back as he leveraged deep into her. He then flipped her onto her back and I watched as her tits bounced and her taut stomach flexed from effort. Steve picked up pace and a sheen a sweat had appeared on his skin. Emily seemed lost in the pleasure as she yelled and moaned.

"Ready baby?" Steve asked, and Emily did her best to mumble her approval between thrusts. Steve gestured with his head for me to get a shot of her from his angle and slowed his pace, letting out deep moans. He was filling Emily up with his cum and wanted me to get the creampie shot. Pump after pump went into his daughter until he was spent and pulled out. I took what I could, but almost tossed the camera back to him, so I could grab my own. The site of his cum leaking out of her flushed red folds was incredible and I had to get my own pictures of it.

Steve turned off his own camera and just observed me getting in there as he stood naked, his cock deflating and dripping a bit on my floor. "So, Jeff. Let's talk about some future shoots."

I stood and smirked at him, then looked down at Emily who was stroking her skin delicately, enjoying the after fuck glow. "Yea, I think we can get really creative with payment too."