The Artist (Watari & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>The Artist (Watari &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 14:00:11</strong>
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				John slammed the phone down. In this day and age of the cell phone, it didn't have the same satisfaction as it used to have. <br><br>His model had canceled on him and the agency didn't have anyone available for him until early next week. Which was far too late. He had a deadline on monday and had planned working throughout the entire weekend.<br><br>He was an artist, primarily doing fantasy images for various magazines, online websites, calendars, cards and what-have-you. They usually consisted of scantily-clad women, burly warriors and monsters of all shapes and sizes. In this particular case, he had been hired to do a series of a female paladin, who was captured and ravaged by orcs. Now, he could always draw those male brutes, but the female shape was immensly easier to capture with the help of a model.<br><br>Wearing a pale linen-shirt, John looked a lot like an artist. His hands and tan arms were stained with paint, as was the shirt. He had shoulder-length dark hair that was stroked back over his head, but often fell down in locks at the front and sides.<br><br>"Fuck." He poured himself some coffee, turning to his daughter to apologize for his cursing. "I'm sorry, sweetie."
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 16:38:22</strong>
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				Samantha was curled up on the couch of her dad's studio, her nose in yet another book. Despite being the quintessential high school cheerleader, beautiful body, long black hair, and a pretty face, Sam was happiest when reading. As her dad slammed his cellphone in anger, she looked up in concern. Her dad seemed to be having a bit of tough luck lately, when it came to his work. And from the fact that he was swearing, and chugging even more coffee, Sam could guess that the news hadn't been good. <br><br>Sam and her dad had been real close, even before her mother had left. And after that, they drew even closer together. Now that she was going off to college in the fall, she was a little worried for him. The two of them had always been there for each other, and she didn't know how he would survive without her. She had gotten a full-ride to a great school a couple of towns away, and so, would have to dorm up there. She had tried to talk him into letting her stay at home, and commute from home, to a less prestigious school, but he wouldn't hear of it. <br><br>"Is everything okay, Dad?" she asked, putting aside her book, and going up to give him a hug. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 00:09:55</strong>
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				John put his arms around his beautiful daughter, having put away the coffee mug first. He had always been protective of her, at the same time as he had tought her to self-reliance. Of course, sometimes it seemed, she was the one taking care of him lately. He would miss her so much when she went off to college.<br><br>"It's okay, princess. It's just that my model canceled and I'm... screwed. I'm going to have to talk to the client and tell them I can't finish the stuff they ordered. It's going to have... well, financial repercussions. But, don't you worry..." He kissed her forehead and put his hands on her shoulders. "You should be glad you don't have to worry about grown-up stuff quite yet. Then again, if I remember correctly, teen troubles can be even worse.<br><br>He smiled and turned to his sketches. They were lacking lots and lots of detail. There was no chance in hell he'd be ready by monday without a model.
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 00:20:34</strong>
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				Sam frowned at her Dad. The nonchalant way that he was trying to deal with the situation told her a lot. She had been observing him ever since she was a child--she knew all of his mannerisms quite well. Clearly, he was very upset that the model had cancelled. And she knew that if he didn't turn in this painting on time--not only would that result in a docking of his pay, but he might also lose out on a potential return customer. She wished that there was something she could do to help him. <br><br>Then it hit her. She <em>could</em> help! She could substitute for the model. Sam had always loved her father's work. The magic he created with his hands was wonderful to watch, and so, she had spent a lot of time in his studio, and had been watching the models for quite some time. She knew exactly how they worked. When she had been younger, she had even posed for some of the paintings her father had done--they had been less risqué at the time, of course. Lately, the erotica industry had gotten a hold of her father's work, and had really helped him expand his horizons. <br><br>"Dad, how about I help you out, instead? Come on, you know I can model just as well as those girls that you hire! And you seem to really need this one, I honestly want to help out, and I won't take no for an answer." she said, stubbornly crossing her arms. Once she set her mind to something, Sam always followed through. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 14:07:04</strong>
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				John crinkled his nose and cringed a little . "Oh...sweetie...I don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, you obvously <em>could </em> model for me uhm... technically. But these particular scenes I'm doing this weekend are quite...erotic. Graphic, even. It wouldn't be appropriate, with me being your father and all."<br><br>You looked at her, considering the possibility again to himself. Maybe somewhere subconsciously he had looked to Sam for inspiration for this sorceress character he was drawing. She had the same body, the dark hair and similiar facial features.<br><br>"I appreciate that you want to help me though. Just don't feel that you have to do anything like this."
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 21:53:04</strong>
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				Sam blushed a little bit when her father mentioned that this was another one of his erotic pictures. That made her a little more hesitant, but she willed away the discomfort. Her dad needed help, and she wasn't going to let him fool her into thinking otherwise. Besides, she had seen how his models posed for the erotic pictures, and while it was a bit embarrassing, it wasn't vulgar. There was something quite beautiful about it. <br><br>She shook her head, "Dad! Don't be silly! I <em>want</em> to do this!" she insisted. She dragged him into the dressing room, and sat down in front of the mirror. "Now come on! Which costume should I wear? And what should my make-up be like?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 12:45:15</strong>
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				John scratched the back of his neck, considering his options. Maybe he could tone down the nudity of Sam, and adjust his drawings a little instead; undressing her more with his imagination. "I guess we could try. Just say stop whenever you get uncomfortable. Okay?"<br><br>He marvelled at his beautiful daughter, figuring most girls her age would freak out if their fathers walked in on them in their underwear. Sam was so...mature. <br><br>"Here's the stuff." He motioned for a drawer. There was an almost transparent white silk garment, a skimpy wool-vest that looked chainmail and some other acessories such as jewlery and weapons. The plastic sword was a little silly, but John knew how to make it look like an ancient artifiact.<br><br>"I'll leave you to get dressed..." He turned his back, giving her some privacy, while readying his tools. "Don't worry about makeup, I'll adjust the coloring on paper."
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 22:14:14</strong>
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				Sam smiled as her father as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. She stared in dismay at the clothes that she was supposed to wear. She knew she should have expected it from the multiple shoots she had been to, where she had seen similarly clad women posing for her father. But she had never worn such revealing clothes. And the fact that it would be her father looking at her in such a revealing manner, made her slightly hesitant. Perhaps she should just tell him that she didn't want to do it anymore? <br><br>But then she pictured her father, working so hard to help support his little girl. She knew that he wasn't as good without a model to really give him a physical picture. She could do this. Steeling her mind to this thought, she slipped out of her clothing, carefully folding it and hanging it over the back of the chair. She took a minute to look at her body in the mirror. Her eyes wandering over her large breasts, flat stomach, down to her trimmed pussy, and her thighs. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, as she pulled at fat that didn't actually exist. <em>I should really go to the gym more often</em> she thought, even though nothing of that sort was necessary. <br><br>Finally, she turned away, and slipped on the silky fabric. It was barely long enough to fall down to her thighs, and the material was completely see-through. She donned the vest, which gave her breasts a bit of cover. She then adorned herself, making sure to keep the jewelry to a minimum. Once finished, she opened the door, and walked back into the studio. "What do you think Daddy?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 10:08:42</strong>
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				John had been determined to act casual around his daughter, when she was modeling half-nude. Letting her know that it was completely natural. But that proved hard, when he first saw her; doing a double-take; his jaw dropping and eyes widening. "Oh...you look...stunning!"<br><br>"Yeah, that's perfect." He allowed himself to see her fully, noting her shapely body and the way a hint of her sensual parts could be seen through the costume. He had always known she was beautiful, and always told her so. But now, he realized she was erotically intoxicating. He wondered what boys had or would get the chance to enjoy the gifts she could offer. In any case it would be a complete and utter waste. No man on earth could deserve her. Nelson Mandela maybe, but John doubted he would want her. The thought made him grin a little.<br><br>He moved closer, trying not to pay attention to the hint of hre breast and her sex, although he knew he would paint them in perfect detail later on. He grabbed a spray and aimed it at her. "I need to shower you with this a little. It's a bit of oil and water. It makes your skin glisten the way I need it." He waited for her okay, then proceeded spraying her with the thing.<br><br>"You've been walking through the jungle, and you're sweaty and weary. And you come to a clear pond to drink and relax a little. I need you to stand on one knee and reach down with your hand, as if you were scooping up some water."
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 17:02:28</strong>
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				Sam smiled at her father, blushing slightly at his compliment. She had always been satisfied with her body, and hearing her father praise her in such a way, made her feel incredibly happy. "Thanks Daddy." she said, as she adjusted the silk cloth a bit. "It's not my usual attire, but I think I can make do" she said, joking around with him. <br><br>She nodded as he explained about the spray, closing her eyes, as he aimed the bottle at her. She felt her skin shiver as the cool spray hit her body. "Ooh, that's cold!" she said, giggling, but tried her best not to fidget. She knew he didn't want to get the dress wet. <br><br>As he explained the scene to her, she allowed herself to sink into the role of the maiden. Lowering herself down onto one knee, she arched her back a little bit, so that she looked as if she was bending down. She gracefully bent her fingers, as if reaching for the non-existent water. Her expression was one of serenity and relief. "Does this work, Dad?" she asked. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 15:58:05</strong>
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				He was just about ready to start sketching. The pose she had struck was almost perfect, there was just a matter of adjusting the angle of her head and arms slightly, to get the perspective right.<br><br>"I'm sure your limbs and joints will ache after a while." John said, as he began. "Modeling can be hard work."<br><br>He outlined her body and the surroundings, painting in references to shadows, tones and colors. Concentrating on getting her anatomy and facial features right, he could paint in the other details later on. <br><br>"That's beautiful, princess." John said after a while. "I think we're ready to move on to the next picture in the series." He quickly flipped his heavy paper pad and got himself a fresh sheet. "Having relaxed a while by the pond, you feel more...sensual. You lay back a little more and uhm...touch yourself." He cleared his throat. "I mean...you don't have to do it for real. Just hold your hand...over the silk fabric between your legs. The face is the most important. Can you look...uhm...lustful?"
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 15:53:08</strong>
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				Sam was indeed beginning to feel the ache in her muscles from holding a single pose for an extended period of time. However, being a cheerleader, she was used to strained muscles. She simply willed away the pain, concentrating her mind on random thoughts instead. She wouldn't be of any use to her father if she began to complain during the very first pose. Still, she was a bit relieved when her father told her it was time to change her pose. <br><br>But as he explained to her what the new picture was supposed to be of, she blushed furiously. She had never even talked to her father about masturbation, and now, she was going to touch herself in front of him? Sam grimaced at the thought, and at the embarrassed look on her father's face, she knew that he wasn't exactly comfortable with this either. Should they stop? <br><br>Sam shook her head, she was determined to see this through, no matter what. Smiling to show her father that she wasn't worried at all, Sam lay back on the floor. She spread her legs a little bit, but made sure that the fabric still covered her pussy. She turned one knee up, to give her body some angles, and then slid her hand down, so that it rested on her mound. She turned her head a bit, and slightly opened her lips. She half-closed her eyes, giving them a hooded look. The whole picture was quite erotic, and she hoped that it would be enough. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 12:33:46</strong>
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				John dropped his pencil to the floor.<em> Jeezus... get your act together. Stay professional.</em><br><br>He worked the canvas furiously, focusing on each miniscule body part an angle, determined not to see the picture as a whole; as it would only amphasize the fact that this was his daughter, spreading her legs and looking...like that. He had been turned on before when painting his erotic fantasy pictures; it came with the territory when there were sensual women in his studio. But this time he couldn't allow himself that. But not finding this beautiful girl erotic...a man would have to blind; and he surely wasn't.<br><br>"That's very good." He mumbled, working more hastily than he usually did, finishing the sketch in record time. The next one had her surprised and reaching for her weapon, as a band of orcs came out of the bushes. He was going to have them spy on her in the first two pictures.<br><br>They had worked for a few hours now, but still the hardest part remained. "Do you need a break sweetie? You'll let me know if you feel like stopping, okay? The next few pictures are quite...graphic, as the orcs have their way with you..."
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 22:30:15</strong>
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				After the next few sketches, Sam could start to feel her body start to ache. So, when her father asked if she needed a break, she jumped on the chance. "Break, Dad!" she said, with a sigh, "Definitely a break!" She had just been holding a crouching position, with her sword held against invisible orcs. She dropped the sword, and got to her feet. <br><br>But after being in a sitting position for so long, it seemed that the blood circulation had been cut off to her legs. As soon as she stood up, she felt the blood rush through her body and struggled to maintain balance. She felt herself faltering, and leaned against the wall behind her for support. "Whoa!" she muttered, trying to clear her head. <br><br>She didn't want her father to worry about her, so she gave him a quick smile. "Well, that was fun, eh, Dad?" she said, "Can you get me a drink of water, please? I just need a five minute break, and we can go back to work!"
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 11:02:40</strong>
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				John stepped forward, about to catch his daughter if she would fall. But when she smiled and seemed better, he remained where he was. Flashing a brave smile, he nodded. "Sure. Water's coming up." <br><br>He had a small fridge in the studio and retrieved a bottle of water for Sam and another for himself. It was a bit akward standing next to her, drinking casually, while she was half nude. "Uhm...you're doing good, sweetie. These pictures will turn out quite nice." He glanced down at her body, then quickly averted his eyes. She was so beautiful and sensual, but now that he wasn't painting, he didn't have any excuse looking at her.<br><br>"I'm glad you're doing this for me. I realize it must be a little...embarassing posing like this in front of your father. I bet most girls your age would freak out if their parents even wanted to <em>talk </em> about...erotic stuff."
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 23:02:48</strong>
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				Sam didn't reply right away. She gratefully took the water bottle from him, and gulped down almost half the bottle. "Ah!" she said, "I never knew water could be so delicious."<br><br>She capped the bottle and placed it on the counter next to her. Shaking her hair out of her face, she said slowly, "I guess it's <em>can</em> be embarrassing..." her eyes focused on her father, as she gathered her thoughts together, "But I <em>know</em> it's just art. I've seen you draw hundreds of models before, so I guess, I just don't see it as that big of a deal" <br><br>She shrugged, "What about you?" she asked, "I hope it's not awkward or anything like that?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 11:27:36</strong>
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				"No... perfectly natural." John lied. He glanced down at her breasts again and quickly turned his attention to his next empy canvas. The final few images were going to be quite graphic, and he was already wondering how he could explain the poses to her. He sat back against the desk behind him, flicking on some color profiles and basic layouts while waiting for Sam to get ready again. <br><br>She was so beautiful. So extremely sensual and sexy. No, just thinking that was wrong. He tried bury the notion of his daughter being sexy deep in the abyss of his mind, but it quickly surfaced again.<br><br>He watched her finishing the water, marveling at that clear drop trickling down her chin and throat. How such a simple thing could be so erotic. "Okay...uhm...the orcs have you captive now and have their way with you. One is holding you by the hair in the neck, forcing you to look up at his...male member just in front of your face. Another is tugging at the clothes, exposing one of your breasts..."<br><br>He swallowed, nervously.
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 00:16:12</strong>
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				Sam blushed slightly at the newest painting, but tried to put a brave face on it. She quickly flipped her hair down and back again, to give it a ruffled look. She used her fingers to fluff it up some more so that it truly looked as if someone had been pulling at it. Then she got down on her knees, and angled her body slightly, with her neck bent back, as if being forced to be in that place by an orc. She threw one of her legs back a little bit, as if kicking against the orc behind her. <br><br>The last step was what made her tremble a bit. It was going to be so odd exposing her breast to her father. And this wouldn't just be an accidental thing. She would deliberately be putting her breast on display for her father, and he would have to look at it in detail to draw it. She felt an odd mixture of fear and excitement run through her. She pushed both those emotions away, and quickly pulled her dress down, so that one of her breasts was now uncovered. She decided to compromise by placing her hand on her breast, covering it slightly, but so that her nipples was still visible. <br><br>She figured that if she was being raped by orcs, she would still try her best to hide her body as long as possible. "Is this okay Dad?" she asked, voice wavering slightly. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 14:21:28</strong>
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				John made a monumental effort to act normal, and failing yet again. His beautiful princess was so sexy. He thught he'd never seen anything as erotic in his entire life. And never would again. For seeing his daughter like this, God would surely strike him blind. Or if he didn't, this was definite proof on the lack of his existence.<br><br>"Perfect...Sam." Calling her any sort of a cute nickname right now would have made him feel like a pervert. Well, more like one. His raging hard-on was already problematic enough, and he tried hiding it behind the large canvas and his long shirt.<br><br>He quickly started sketching, even though his hands were shaking. His lines were obviously quite more jagged than normal. They would have to be corrected later on when she wasn't actually in the studio with him. "You're very beautiful." He hard himself say. "I can imagine why those orcs would want you."<br><br>"There..." He quickly finished the sketch, not knowing if he hurried because he was eager to see Sam in the next pose, or if he wanted to quickly get this over with. "Just two more poses. Now...if you could turn around on all four..." He took a deep breath, realizing how nervous his voice was. "There is a cucumber on the table, if you could put it in your mouth...it's a prop for uhm...you know...the orcs....penis. One of them is forcing you to take his...thing between your lips. Meanwhile another is forcing himself on you from behind. I need you to expose your bottom and jutt it out a little."
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