“I am very sorry, Sir,” the guy at the ticket counter said, trying his best to hide his smirk, “I thought we had one remaining, but later I checked that there was only a single sleeper left.”
Raghavan’s frustration grew as he stared at the lecherous ticket agent. “But you said there was a double sleeper,” he protested, his voice rising slightly.
“I’m sorry, Sir, it seems we made a mistake. But the single sleeper is very comfortable. You and your wife will manage,” the agent replied, his eyes flicking over to Sandhya’s breasts once more.
Raghavan’s jaw clenched tightly. “It’s my daughter, not my wife,” he growled, his voice low and firm.
The ticket agent looked surprised, then embarrassed. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Sir. It’s just that, you know, in this heat…” His voice trailed off as he tried to justify his mistake.
Rajesh Baig woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Stark naked, he sat up and found his beautiful teenage daughter Sandhya lying beside him. She was completely naked as well but fast asleep.
The room smelled of sex. The sheets, the air, their skin, all wreaked of sweat and his old cum and her young cum. He looked down and saw his hard cock twitch. It needed her again. It wanted to fuck the tight hole between his daughter’s legs again.
His lustful gaze fell on Sandhya’s petite firm body, her fair skin, her jet black hair, her small cone-shaped breasts and that beautiful shapely ass, still red from the pounding it had taken earlier.
He adored her lovely legs, her lovely feet and her lovely toes. His daughter’s naked body shone in the moonlight like divine beauty. He loved every inch of her.
Rajesh Baig parted his daughter’s legs with his hairy hands and got between them. He collected a mouthful of spit on his tongue and spat on the soft skin of her pussy.
Sandhya felt the sticky goo of his spit dribbling down the slit of her choot. She slowly opened her eyes and was mildly annoyed when the vision of her father jerking his cock between her legs came into focus. This was the third time he had woken her up!
“Papa, don’t,” Sandhya said sleepily. “I can’t do it any more.” Her father completely ignored her meek protest, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and climbed on top of her.
“Papa, slowly, please. I’m so sore.” She said softly as the tip of his cock pushed between the swollen lips of her pussy. Her screams echoed across the walls as he drove his cock further and further into her. Impatiently, he began pumping her pussy.
With a blissful expression on his face, he began to fuck her harder and harder, kissing her legs and her feet. He even sucked on her pretty, fine-looking toes. That always made him cum faster
He shot his warm seed deep into Sandhya’s tight love hole a fifth time in a single night. He thought how wonderful it was to have a daughter, one as gorgeous as his.
At the break of dawn, he collapsed on top of her and dozed off again.
Sandhya could feel the presence of her dead mother in the room. She missed her very much. Her father was all she had in the world. She would have done anything to make him happy. Anything!
She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his hairy, naked body and wept silently before falling asleep again.
Rajesh Baig breaks his daughter’s seal:
Delhi is a wild place! It’s a jungle full of sexual creatures hunting for sex and love.
Rajesh Baig began fucking his daughter only a few days after his wife’s funeral. At 19, Sandhya was known to be an absolute beauty. Her father knew the effect she had on men. He was painfully aware of the effect she had on him! Her father!
At 59, Rajesh Baig was a serious man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with thick, stern-looking eyebrows. His salt and pepper beard was short but plentiful, just like the hair on his chest.
Rajesh Baig was also a broken-hearted man. He had loved Sandhya’s mother very much. She had been ill for two whole years before she died. Sandhya looked exactly like a much younger version of her once beautiful mother.
As a result, it was his daughter he began fantasising about when he showered and wondered if she had started having sex with the boys in college. Surely they all wanted to fuck her!
He reached for his cock and began jerking it at the thought of her getting gang-banged by the boys in her class in the men’s bathroom. He hated himself for even thinking this!
Living alone with Sandhya in their small apartment did not help. When she bathed before bedtime, he stood outside the bathroom door. He listened to the warm water wash his daughter’s lovely youthful skin. He would have drank her bath water had she let him!
A week after the funeral, in the middle of the night, Sandhya knocked on her father’s bedroom door and walked in. Rajesh Baig was caught off guard. He had no shirt on, and though his shalwar was still on, his cock was fully erect.
Sandhya was wearing a tight t-shirt and pyjamas. She was crying very badly. She missed her mother very much. She sat on the edge of her father’s bed and told him she felt hopeless and devastated.
Rajesh Baig abruptly placed a pillow on his lap to hide his erection. He hoped she hadn’t noticed it.
“Don’t cry, my jaan! It is fate.” He said in a soothing voice, “Don’t cry.”
Bursting with grief, Sandhya suddenly leaned forward, wrapped her arms around him tightly, and began crying. She pressed her body to his tighter than he had expected. His face was now buried in the scented curls of his daughter’s hair.
She smelled like a blissful forest he wanted to walk into naked. He also realised he could feel her small cone-shaped breasts poking at his naked hairy chest. His cock began to twitch beneath the pillow. He tightened his grip around her, not wanting to let go.
Deviously, he decided tonight WAS the night he was going to fuck her. He closed his eyes and imagined her naked on his bed with her flawless legs wrapped around him as he pounded her fresh pussy as she squealed.
Thoughtlessly, he began kissing his daughter’s right cheek. She closed her eyes and let him shower her with what she thought was ‘fatherly affection’. But his breathing became heavier, and his kisses grew more fervent. He even kissed her gently on the neck, which she found odd. It felt good but different.
Sandhya suddenly opened her eyes, however. She felt her father’s lips on hers and his hand squeezing her breast. Shocked! She suddenly realised what was happening. She just froze as her father kissed her lips hungrily again and again and again.
“Papa!” She broke away and gasped with shock, “No!”
Realising the horror of what he had done, Rajesh Baig suddenly broke down and began to cry!
“Forgive me, my Jaan!” He cried, “Please forgive me! I miss your mother so much! I need her so badly! You remind me so much of her! Forgive me! Please!”
Sandhya had never seen her father cry. He had always been so strong for her and her mother. Now he was having a nervous breakdown right when she needed him to be strong.
Sandhya began to cry as well. It killed her, knowing she had made him cry by refusing the affection he craved! In the act of love and without giving any thought to the consequences, she took his big hand with her soft fingers and placed it on her breast.
“It’s alright, Papa! Please don’t cry!” She sniffed with wet cheeks. “I’m here for you! See?” She said and felt his hand squeeze her firm tit. “I’m here for you!”
Rajesh Baig seized this opportunity. His cock began oozing pre-cum as he eagerly grabbed her breasts with both hands. He was not satisfied by just a squeeze. He slid his hands beneath his daughter’s shirt and massaged her firm breasts.
He was brushing her nipples gently with his fingertips, clearly making them hard and erect. She watched her father with a dumbfounded expression. He lifted her shirt to her neck and stared lustfully at her bare chest. Her small cone-shaped tits were flawless!
Sandhya sat on the bed, frozen, unsure what he would do next. Her father had always been so composed. She had never seen him lose control like this. In spite of her devotion to him, she was terrified.
Rajesh Baig suddenly lowered his face to his daughter’s chest. He took her right breast in his watering mouth. He began sucking on it like a juicy fruit, ripe and ready to be eaten. Slurping and licking like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.
Sandhya’s eyes closed, and her mouth dropped open. Her throat then expelled its first gasp of sexual pleasure. Sandhya knew her father had gone too far!
“Papa! Please stop! This is too much! This is wrong!” She gasped and tried pushing his head away, but he was too strong.
“I’m your daughter, not your wife! We should stop! Please!” Sandhya begged.
“It feels good, no?” Mumbled her father as he continued sucking and licking her left nipple. “Your Mama loved it when I did this!”
“I’m not her! Please, Papa! We should stop!” She cried as waves of pleasure ran through her whole body. She grew terrified because her father’s lips, teeth and tongue felt phenomenal on her skin!
Rajesh Baig ignored his daughter’s protests completely. The world had stopped making sense. The reality was now a blur, a dream where things just happened.
Her father lifted her arms and removed her shirt. She tried to speak, beg, reason, but he shut her up by pressing his lips on hers.
Instantly, his tongue pushed into her mouth and began exploring it. Sandhya stopped crying as her father’s thick, long tongue invaded her mouth completely, claiming and tasting every spot. Time and space dissolved, and before she knew it, she was also breathing hard, matching his rhythm.
Rajesh Baig had an unusually long tongue. He’d use it to explore his daughter’s holes in the coming days. His tongue licked the inside of her small mouth, the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth. The place beneath her resisting little powerless sweet tongue slithered back to her throat.
Unexpectedly, Sandhya began sucking on her father’s tongue like the long seed of a juicy mango. At this, Rajesh Baig felt joy in his heart. He knew she was up for sex. Ready to be fucked.
Abruptly, he broke away and stood up breathlessly. He didn’t care about consent or consequences now. He wanted to feel her tightness on his cock. He flung the pillow and shamelessly removed his shalwar right before her.
His big, veiny cock sprang up. Sandhya stared at it with fear and fascination. As she watched him stare at her, sitting on his bed shirtless with lustful eyes, Sandhya thought of her loving mother and how she longed to be in her arms at that very moment.
Sandhya began to cry again as she glanced at the door of the room. The walls were closing in. It was too late to run. Her father had gone mad with lust.
“Papa, I should go back to my room.” She said.
Her father responded by gently grabbing her wrist and guiding her fingers around his thick cock. It was hard like concrete!
“Look, Jaan!” He said lustfully, “I’m so hard for you! Please don’t leave me!”
His cock felt strange and warm in her hands. Hard in a way, soft in a way. It even moved on its own like it was alive. Part of her wanted to run away from it. Another part wanted to put it in her mouth and suck on it.
She meekly began jerking his cock, hoping he’d ejaculate so she could run away from this strange nightmare she had walked into. But to think this was innocent of her. Abruptly, Rajesh Baig pounced on his daughter like a starving dog.
“Papa, please stop! This is so wrong!” She pleaded as her father pushed her back on the bed and pulled her pyjamas off. Sandhya lost the struggle to keep her pyjamas on fairly quickly. Held only by an elastic band, they came off quite easily.
He chucked this last remaining piece of clothing on her body on the floor. He discovered she was not wearing any panties. Sandhya covered her eyes in shame. What her father saw was a beautiful revelation.
Sandhya’s young pussy looked exactly like her mother’s pussy when he had undressed her on their wedding night so many years ago. It was the same shape, the same shade of pink, the same little flaps tucked neatly on either side.
The heavens had given Rajesh Baig a second chance at finding love, he thought to himself. ‘To sexually satisfy him WAS her only purpose!’
He spread her thighs and pressed his nose on the soft skin of her choot like it was the bud of a sweet-smelling flower. Sandhya began to cry. She felt ashamed, frightened, guilty, aroused, and feverish.
Rajesh Baig began feasting on her clit with a hungry, wet mouth. Sandhya gasped and turned her head in shame. She spotted a photo of her mother on the bedside table and felt the presence of her ghost.
But these morbid thoughts evaporated when she felt her father’s thick, long, muscular tongue slither into the tight hole of her choot. Like his cock, his tongue felt alive, autonomous, boring into the tight pink of her tight hole. She began to grunt loudly.
Unexpectedly, she felt his middle finger press against her little asshole. Sandhya gasped and said “No Papa! Not there! please!”
He mumbled lustfully with half-closed eyes. He responded by pressing his finger in her asshole deeper without stopping until it was up to his knuckle. Sandhya’s eyes rolled back with pleasure!
With his tongue licking her drenched clit, and his fingers working her rectum. She made sounds her throat had never made before. He finger fucked her little asshole with one, then two fingers. He also pushed up to squeeze her inners upon that special, sacred G-spot. She began to scream.
Her back arched as she squirted sweet water in her father’s mouth. He drank it with relish. She clenched the hair on his head with both hands and curled her toes as she squirted.
“Stop, Papa! Stop!” She said breathlessly as she just lay there. Limp. Shuddering. Now unbelievably sensitive to touch.
“It’s okay, Jaan! You liked it, no?” He said with a devilish smile and kissed her thighs gently, “I know what you like…because I know what your mother liked. You’re both the same.”
With her limp legs still spread, Sandhya closed her eyes momentarily and saw a kaleidoscope of colours. She felt so light-headed she couldn’t move. Opening her eyes, she saw her big, hairy father stroking his cock. He parted her weakened legs further with his knees and moved between them.
She now accepted her fate. Sex with her father was destined, pre-ordained. Sandhya closed her eyes as her father guided his cock between the warm lips of her choot. Her screams echoed across the walls. He drove his cock further and further into her fuck hole. She even called out for her mother.
“Maa!” she cried. Her pelvic muscles stretched to allow the diamond head of his cock into the forbidden place. The walls of her inners put up resistance. But the cock was too rigid, too full of pent-up desire to heed the defence of her innocent pussy.
“Maa, maa!” She screamed in pain and cried out for her mother again. He covered her mouth.
“Quiet!” He said, alarmed, “The neighbours will hear!”
He pushed his cock inside till he was balls deep in her pussy. He remained perfectly still as his cock and her young inexperienced choot acquainted themselves. He waited for her soft inner walls to stop resisting and submit to their hard, dome-shaped conqueror.
“This is just like my wedding night.” Her father gasped ecstatically in her ear. “She was tight, just like you.”
Her pussy lips stretched and wrapped perfectly around his throbbing veiny cock. The pain in her choot began to subside. And then he began pumping her, slowly at first. Then harder and harder. After five minutes, her body had begun to submit to him fully.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders till the pink soles of her feet facing the ceiling. With a blissful expression on his face, he began to pump harder and harder, kissing her legs and feet lovingly till he finally screamed.
“I’m cumming!” He yelled.
Sandhya screamed, “Papa, pull out, please!”
Her father pulled out of her abruptly. He began ejaculating ropes and thick white-yellow cum all over her body. The first shot landed as far as her hair and face. The second up to her mouth and chin. The third is on her heaving tits, and the rest is on her belly and crotch.
Panting heavily, they just stayed there, breathing in the dim light, not saying a word. She tasted his cum on her lips and licked it. It was salty and spicy. A few drops of blood began staining the white sheet. This turned him on instantly.
Moments later, he was hard again.
“You know what doggy style is, don’t you?” Her father said to her.
Sandhya nodded hesitantly. She’d seen it in a porn video once.
“Good!” He said. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her petite teen body like a pancake. He grabbed her hips and lifted them effortlessly till they were in a doggy position.
Rajesh Baig entered his daughter’s pussy again and began. Thrusting in and out with his paw-like hands on her slim hips. He fucked her like a street dog shamelessly and hard.
Sandhya was now in ecstasy! She knew immediately her mother and father fucked like this. She also knew her mother loved it because she loved it! Sandhya suddenly felt her mother’s spirit in her own body.
“Love is violent.” she thought as her father slapped her ass cheek, stretched her pussy to its limit with his hard cock, tore her hymen and made her bleed, “Love is so violent!”
“Fuck me, Papa!” Sandhya screamed suddenly, unable to contain her pent-up desire. “Fuck me like you fucked Mama! I’ll be your wife, Papa! I’ll be your wife!”
The first round seemed like she had been MeToo’d. In the second round, she found herself passionately sucking on his fingers as he pounded her pussy from behind.
In the third round, he lifted her off the bed and with her legs wrapped around him, he pounded her against the wall. And the fourth round, she straddled him and rode him gently. He cupped and caressed her tits till they both came.
With their sexual energies spent, Sandhya and her father lay quietly in the dark, their exhausted bodies covered in their drying sweat and juices. Sandhya lay half on top of him with her cheek on his hairy, heaving chest. Her legs and feet rested on his dark hairy ones.
The room smelled of sweat, his cum and her cum. The room smelled of sex. Her father had given her the gift of womanhood. The gift of sex, a swollen well fucked pussy, the gift of pain. The gift of a bruised, aching body, loved and fucked passionately by a strong man that truly loved her.
Sandhya carefully placed her hand on her father’s cock. It reacted to her immediately and began to grow in her hand like a magical toy.
“It’s okay. You can suck it if you want to.” Her father’s voice said gently in the dark, “I know you want to.”
Sandhya took his cock into her mouth and inhaled the spicy scent of her father’s thick pubic hair. She knew she had parted ways with her childhood. She felt different and tainted. She now saw men for what they were. Creatures of lust, worshippers of beautiful things like her.
Her beloved Papa had introduced her to the dangerous world of womanhood. Risky, passionate, dangerous and full of secrets and forbidden pleasures.
One month later:
Sandhya and her father were now more like husband and wife than father and daughter. They fucked constantly. He fucked her in the shower before going to college. He fucked her immediately after lunch by undoing her jeans and bending her over on the dining table. And he fucked her at night, of course.
One morning, He barged into the bathroom while she was relieving herself on the toilet. He didn’t care. He just saw her in complete vulnerability, spread her legs, and pounded her in missionary right there on the toilet seat!
Both father and daughter were healing. They were happy again.
Sandhya returned home from college late one afternoon and found her father in the living room on the couch. He looked pensive.
“Hello, husband, I mean Papa,” Sandhya said playfully and sat across his lap. This time, however, she did not feel a semi-hard cock under her jeans. She frowned. “What’s the matter?”
The conversation that followed went like this:
Rajesh Baig: I want to talk to you about something.
Sandhya: What?
Rajesh Baig: Do you love me?
Sandhya: You know I do.
Rajesh Baig: Do you like having sex?
Sandhya: I think about it all the time. All the time.
Rajesh Baig: Do you ever fantasise about fucking other men?
Sandhya: No, Papa.
She said immediately. “Just you.”
At this, her father gave her cheek a love slap! The slap a man gives to a girl he owns and dominates completely. She knew her father was serious!
Sandhya hesitated.
Sandhya: Sometimes Papa, when you fuck me from behind, you grab my hair and put your fingers in my mouth…
She hesitated again.
Rajesh Baig: It’s okay, my Jaan. I know you’re a good girl. Sometimes good girls need to be bad. And I love it when you’re bad. Tell me.
Sandhya nervously licked her lips.
Sandhya: When you fuck me from behind and put your fingers in my mouth like that, I suck it. I close my eyes, and I pretend it’s another man’s cock. And then I think of being locked in a dark room full of men. Men who want to love me the way…you love me.
Her father smiled. He seemed relieved.
Rajesh Baig: You are exactly like your mother.
He said with a now hardened cock under her bum. Moments later, Sandhya’s shoes, socks, jeans and panties were off. Rajesh Baig pumped her creaming pussy from behind on the carpet. Like a little bitch in heat, Sandhya squealed. She took the hard pounding bravely with a dropped mouth.
Sure enough, while thrusting in and out of her fuck hole, he bent forward and inserted two fingers in her mouth. Sandhya immediately closed her eyes and began sucking on them blissfully!
“I want you to fuck other men, Jaan! I want to watch you fuck other men!” yelled Rajesh Baig as he kissed the back of her head lovingly. “I want to share you with other men…just like I used to share your mother!
Sandhya opened her eyes in shock before curling her toes and screaming in ecstasy.
Dad Daughter Bonding Ends In Sexual Intimacy
Writer Name: Mr.Devaa
Short Description: A 45-year-old father and his 19-year-old college daughter grow closer while the mother is away on business, starting with accidental glimpses, teasing photoshoots, and escalating into passionate kisses, oral play, and full sexual intimacy as hidden desires surface.
Content:
Hello, this is a story about how a father and daughter become intimate and what happens between them.Regarding my family, I am 45 years old and work as a manager in an IT firm. My wife owns a beauty product company. She is a successful woman and a great wife.However, she often travels to other states, and the trips last 3–4 days. So we have a maid who cleans the home and cooks food when my wife is on trips.Anjali, my princess, is 19 years old and studying medicine. She is a very obedient, well-spoken girl. She is a nerd; she got a scholarship and secured her seat. She is very caring by nature, and she looks chubby and fair.
I jumped into the shower immediately once the girls went shopping. I cleaned my dick which was soaked in my cum. Elena is feisty, I need to be careful around her.
I couldn’t control and started masturbating think how Elena gave me a handjob in the cafe. I came in no time and cleaned myself up.
I was eagerly waiting for the evening as I was meeting with my daughter at a bar. I wore a suit and then picked Anjali from the hotel. We arrived at the club early.
Anjali is looking really beautiful and hot. She’s wearing a grey sleeveless top which is just like a bra but a little bigger. It’s a deep neck and I could see her cleavage. She’s wearing a short black frock type bottom.
Me: And here we are. What do you think?
Anjali: Looks nice!
Me: You look, gorgeous honey.
Anjali: Thanks, dad! You look great in that suit.
She’s feeling a bit uncomfortable. So to make her comfortable we both danced for a while. We went to the bar for a drink. I pulled a chair for Anjali to my right. God! She’s looking like an angel.
Me: I’ve to say, honey. That dress looks fantastic on you!
Anjali: Really?
Me: Yup!
Anjali: Thanks! Elena didn’t want me to buy it but I insisted. I’m glad that you like it.
Me: Have you ever had drinks before?
Anjali: Of course!
Me: Are you sure? Don’t lie to me!
Anjali: Well. No, actually! Mom wouldn’t let me.
Me: That’s okay. You’re going to have just a glass of water!
Anjali: What? No! I want to drink champagne! I didn’t come here to drink just water! Besides, I’m here with you. I know you’re not going to do anything to me if I get drunk.
Me: Fine. You win. Let’s order some champagne.
Anjali: Awesome!
We got our drinks pretty soon. She drank her first sip.
Me: So?
Anjali: it tastes good. I like it.
Me: Okay, don’t drink too much or you’re going to get drunk.
Anjali: Daddy. I know what I’m doing.
This girl is going to get me in trouble if I’m not careful. I don’t like her calling me daddy in a place like this. If people find out, they’re going to kick us out. Fuck! I need to go to the bathroom
Me: Honey, I need to go to the bathroom. Will you wait for me here? I’ll be just a minute.
Anjali: Of course daddy.
Me: All right. I’ll be back soon. And don’t talk to strangers, okay?
Anjali: Okay.
I quickly went to the bathroom. I was out in a couple of minutes. What the fuck? A guy is sitting in my place next to Anjali. What is he doing with my daughter?
Guy: Hey beautiful!
Anjali: I don’t talk to strangers.
Guy: But I’m not a stranger. You see. My name is Lucas. I’m Elena’s friend.
Anjali: What?
Lucas: You must be her best friend, right? She didn’t tell me you were so beautiful!
He suddenly groped Anjali’s left boobs.
Lucas: And so big!
Anjali: Hey!
Lucas: Damn girl! They’re so firm and perfect!
I quickly went near him and interrupted.
Me: Hey!
Lucas: What’s up pal? Don’t you see I’m kinda busy right now? Piss off!
I was so angry, I punched him on the face with full power.
Me: SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!
He fell on the ground.
Me: Are you okay Anjali?
Anjali: Yes. Thank you.
Me: I shouldn’t have left you alone.
Anjali: It’s okay dad. You couldn’t have known anything like this would happen.
Me: I can’t believe he’s the guy Elena is dating.
Anjali: I don’t think she will be seeing him anymore after this. What an asshole!
Me: Come on. Let’s order more champagne. I need a drink too.
We got the second round of drinks. I was really angry! That motherfucker took advantage of my daughter. If I see him again I will kick his ass. Again.
I have to be more careful with my daughter. She’s so beautiful. And has a nice body. A lot of guys are going to try to hit on her. Especially the douchebag ones.
Anjali: Have I ever said how handsome you are?
Me: What?
Anjali: I said. Have I ever said how handsome you are?
Me: No.
Anjali: Well. You’re super duper handsome, daddy.
Me: Are you okay?
Anjali: I’m in love with you daddy. You saved me!
Me: What?
Anjali: I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Oh, fuck! She’s drunk!
Me: okay. I think it’s time to go home. Come on, let’s get out of here.
Anjali: What? Why?
Me: You’re obviously drunk.
Anjali: I’m not drunk! Why is this glass so shiny?
Me: Leave the glass there. Come on.
Anjali: Oh don’t be a party pooper!
Me: Honey, come on.
Anjali: Can I stay the night at your place?
Me: Of course.
Anjali: Great! We’ll sleep together, daddy.
Me: Sure honey.
Fuck! That incident obviously affected her.
Me: I’m calling a cab!
We arrived at our home in an hour.
Me: We’re home. Can you walk?
Anjali: Of course I can walk.
She tried to walk to the living room by herself. Oh, she’s completely drunk! She tripped and fell on the floor.
Anjali: Oh shit!
I quickly helped her back up. My hands were around her back.
Me: No you can’t. Let me help you. Come on. Let’s get you up. That’s it
I carried her in my arms. I lifted her sideways.
Me: Come on let’s go to the bed.
Anjali: Oh I’m so dizzy
Me: I know, baby girl. I know
I gently placed her on the bed.
Anjali: Are we going to cuddle?
Me: Yes! Just lie down on the bed.
Anjali: Awesome!
Me: I’ll be back in a minute.
Anjali: Daddy?
Me: Yes?
Anjali: Could you help me take my skirt off? I don’t want to sleep with it on.
Me: Of course.
I took her black skirt off. Oh wow! She’s wearing a maroon color panty underneath.
Anjali: Much better. Thanks so much for everything daddy. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met.
Me: Thanks, honey. Now close your eyes for a moment. I’ll go turn off the lights in the kitchen. I’ll be back in a sec.
Anjali: Okay. Don’t take long.
She turned and was now lying on her stomach. She has a nice butt. Fuck! Why am I thinking this? She’s my daughter.
Me: Listen. I have a shirt that you can use. If you don’t want to ruin your top.
Anjali: Yes. That’d be nice. Dad. I’m not wearing a bra. You’ll have to go out of the room
Me: Of course honey.
I went to switch off the lights in the other rooms while Anjali changed. She got up and took her top off. My shirt was in the cupboard. She took a white shirt and wore it. Because of her huge boobs, she couldn’t hook the top three buttons.
Me: Honey. Are you awake?
I couldn’t control it. I started cuddling with her. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I kept my left hand on her belly. Anjali and I were asleep pretty fast.
Meanwhile, at the club, the photographer Rick and Lucas were working together. Actually, they are brothers. Rick sent Lucas to spy on Anjali as I refused him at the park, that’s the reason Lucas ditched Elena and was following Anjali.
It was morning, Anjali is sleeping on her back. Half of her boobs are exposed, as she couldn’t button them.
Anjali: Hmm
Oh my God! I can see her right nipple. The shirt moved when she was scratching her itch. Is she doing it on purpose? It can’t be. Shit! I’ve got to do something about it.
Me: Honey? Are you awake? Honey?
There’s no point. She’s sleeping like a baby. Fuck! I can’t believe I’m doing this. I couldn’t control and I slowly touched her and exposed her boob with my left hand. It’s so soft. I was slowly pressing her boob.
My dick was rock hard. I started masturbating by putting a hand inside my underwear. I kept playing with her boobs while I jerked off. I shot my cum in my underwear just like yesterday in the cafe.
I covered her nipple with the shirt. Time to get up and make some breakfast. I prepared pancakes and coffee. I went to the bedroom to wake Anjali up. She’s still sleeping.
Me: Honey! Honey! Wake up!
She’s a heavy sleeper. I didn’t know that. I tried to wake her up by touching her hand.
Anjali: Devaa! Hmm. Daddy?
Me: Ya honey, it’s me!
I kissed her. We were at the dining table. Anjali was getting really friendly. She was touching my thigh now and then. It was a natural reaction I guess. I kissed her in between our conversations.
Me: I can’t believe that guy is Elena’s boyfriend.
Anjali: Me neither. I guess that’s why she didn’t want me to meet him. She told me he was. Not really a gentleman when it comes to girls.
Me: Well. What happened last night says it all. Don’t you think?
Anjali: Uh-huh.
Me: What does she even see in him? He looked too old for her.
Anjali: Well. Elena likes older guys.
Me: Really?
Anjali: Yup! She says they are better than the guys our age. That they are more mature.
Me: And do you agree with her?
Anjali: I don’t know! I’ve never dated an old man, dad!
Me: All right! All right! No need to get upset, please. I was just asking.
Anjali: I’m a sorry dad. I.
Me: I know honey. I know. You hate old guys now.
She distracted me by kissing me on my lips.
Me: What?
Anjali: Mwah!
Gosh! I could see her cleavage. It looks so great from the top angle.
Me: Hey!
Anjali: I don’t hate you! What? I’m apologizing with a kiss, is that wrong?
Me: No! No! Of course not!
Anjali: Good!
Me: Would you consider dating an older guy?
Anjali: If the guy is a good guy I guess I wouldn’t mind.
Me: And what about Frank?
Anjali: Frank is about my age. He’s 20.
Me: Any news from him?
Anjali: None.
She looked really upset about that, so I changed the topic.
Anjali: Should I tell Elena what happened last night? I mean. I feel like I should, but you have more experience than me. I want your opinion on this one. What should I do?
Me: Yes, you should tell her. What her boyfriend did to you was wrong. Even if it hurts. She has to know.
Anjali: You’re right, daddy. She’s my best friend. I’ll tell her.
Me: All right honey. I’ll let you finish your breakfast. Then I’ll take a shower and go to work.
Anjali: Okay. Dad, can I ask you something?
Me: Sure!
Anjali: Could I take a shower too?
Me: Sure honey, why not?
Anjali: Great! Thanks, daddy!
We both finished up our breakfast. I was in the shower all naked.
Meanwhile, Anjali is confused. She’s peeking in the bathroom while Devaa was showering. He was busy cleaning up himself. There’s glass around the shower, so it’s only partially visible. She’s whispering to herself.
Anjali: Why are you doing this, Anjali? What if he sees you?
She kept watching me taking a bath. I couldn’t see her.
Anjali: God! I wish I had a boyfriend like a dad. My hero. I better go before he finishes with his shower.
She headed back to the room quickly. I finished myself and then Anjali had a quick shower.
Me: Ready to go?
Anjali: Yes!
Me: All right! I will drop you at the hotel and go to work.
Anjali: Okay, daddy!
We both headed out to the hotel.
(From here on the conversation is from Elena’s perspective)
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Elena was alone. She’s sitting in the couch
Elena: God! I’m so bored! There’s nothing to do here. I wonder what Anjali is doing right now. I’m happy for her, but sometimes I feel like I’m always alone.
She let out a sigh. She’s sitting on the couch. Suddenly her right hand was on her pussy area.
Elena: Weird. Lucas hasn’t texted me today. He didn’t send me any dirty pictures either. Well, I think I know what to do now.
She was slowly rubbing her pussy from above her pants.
Elena: I’m going to have a little fun by myself. That’s it! I’m taking my pants off.
She was about to remove her pants, she could hear Anjali’s voice near the door.
Anjali: Thanks for walking me here dad. See ya! Bye!
Elena: Oh shit! She’s here! Fuck! Just when it started to feel good!
Raghavan’s frustration grew as he stared at the lecherous ticket agent. “But you said there was a double sleeper,” he protested, his voice rising slightly.
“I’m sorry, Sir, it seems we made a mistake. But the single sleeper is very comfortable. You and your wife will manage,” the agent replied, his eyes flicking over to Sandhya’s breasts once more.
Raghavan’s jaw clenched tightly. “It’s my daughter, not my wife,” he growled, his voice low and firm.
The ticket agent looked surprised, then embarrassed. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Sir. It’s just that, you know, in this heat…” His voice trailed off as he tried to justify his mistake.
Rajesh Baig woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Stark naked, he sat up and found his beautiful teenage daughter Sandhya lying beside him. She was completely naked as well but fast asleep.
The room smelled of sex. The sheets, the air, their skin, all wreaked of sweat and his old cum and her young cum. He looked down and saw his hard cock twitch. It needed her again. It wanted to fuck the tight hole between his daughter’s legs again.
His lustful gaze fell on Sandhya’s petite firm body, her fair skin, her jet black hair, her small cone-shaped breasts and that beautiful shapely ass, still red from the pounding it had taken earlier.
He adored her lovely legs, her lovely feet and her lovely toes. His daughter’s naked body shone in the moonlight like divine beauty. He loved every inch of her.
Rajesh Baig parted his daughter’s legs with his hairy hands and got between them. He collected a mouthful of spit on his tongue and spat on the soft skin of her pussy.
Sandhya felt the sticky goo of his spit dribbling down the slit of her choot. She slowly opened her eyes and was mildly annoyed when the vision of her father jerking his cock between her legs came into focus. This was the third time he had woken her up!
“Papa, don’t,” Sandhya said sleepily. “I can’t do it any more.” Her father completely ignored her meek protest, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and climbed on top of her.
“Papa, slowly, please. I’m so sore.” She said softly as the tip of his cock pushed between the swollen lips of her pussy. Her screams echoed across the walls as he drove his cock further and further into her. Impatiently, he began pumping her pussy.
With a blissful expression on his face, he began to fuck her harder and harder, kissing her legs and her feet. He even sucked on her pretty, fine-looking toes. That always made him cum faster
He shot his warm seed deep into Sandhya’s tight love hole a fifth time in a single night. He thought how wonderful it was to have a daughter, one as gorgeous as his.
At the break of dawn, he collapsed on top of her and dozed off again.
Sandhya could feel the presence of her dead mother in the room. She missed her very much. Her father was all she had in the world. She would have done anything to make him happy. Anything!
She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his hairy, naked body and wept silently before falling asleep again.
Rajesh Baig breaks his daughter’s seal:
Delhi is a wild place! It’s a jungle full of sexual creatures hunting for sex and love.
Rajesh Baig began fucking his daughter only a few days after his wife’s funeral. At 19, Sandhya was known to be an absolute beauty. Her father knew the effect she had on men. He was painfully aware of the effect she had on him! Her father!
At 59, Rajesh Baig was a serious man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with thick, stern-looking eyebrows. His salt and pepper beard was short but plentiful, just like the hair on his chest.
Rajesh Baig was also a broken-hearted man. He had loved Sandhya’s mother very much. She had been ill for two whole years before she died. Sandhya looked exactly like a much younger version of her once beautiful mother.
As a result, it was his daughter he began fantasising about when he showered and wondered if she had started having sex with the boys in college. Surely they all wanted to fuck her!
He reached for his cock and began jerking it at the thought of her getting gang-banged by the boys in her class in the men’s bathroom. He hated himself for even thinking this!
Living alone with Sandhya in their small apartment did not help. When she bathed before bedtime, he stood outside the bathroom door. He listened to the warm water wash his daughter’s lovely youthful skin. He would have drank her bath water had she let him!
A week after the funeral, in the middle of the night, Sandhya knocked on her father’s bedroom door and walked in. Rajesh Baig was caught off guard. He had no shirt on, and though his shalwar was still on, his cock was fully erect.
Sandhya was wearing a tight t-shirt and pyjamas. She was crying very badly. She missed her mother very much. She sat on the edge of her father’s bed and told him she felt hopeless and devastated.
Rajesh Baig abruptly placed a pillow on his lap to hide his erection. He hoped she hadn’t noticed it.
“Don’t cry, my jaan! It is fate.” He said in a soothing voice, “Don’t cry.”
Bursting with grief, Sandhya suddenly leaned forward, wrapped her arms around him tightly, and began crying. She pressed her body to his tighter than he had expected. His face was now buried in the scented curls of his daughter’s hair.
She smelled like a blissful forest he wanted to walk into naked. He also realised he could feel her small cone-shaped breasts poking at his naked hairy chest. His cock began to twitch beneath the pillow. He tightened his grip around her, not wanting to let go.
Deviously, he decided tonight WAS the night he was going to fuck her. He closed his eyes and imagined her naked on his bed with her flawless legs wrapped around him as he pounded her fresh pussy as she squealed.
Thoughtlessly, he began kissing his daughter’s right cheek. She closed her eyes and let him shower her with what she thought was ‘fatherly affection’. But his breathing became heavier, and his kisses grew more fervent. He even kissed her gently on the neck, which she found odd. It felt good but different.
Sandhya suddenly opened her eyes, however. She felt her father’s lips on hers and his hand squeezing her breast. Shocked! She suddenly realised what was happening. She just froze as her father kissed her lips hungrily again and again and again.
“Papa!” She broke away and gasped with shock, “No!”
Realising the horror of what he had done, Rajesh Baig suddenly broke down and began to cry!
“Forgive me, my Jaan!” He cried, “Please forgive me! I miss your mother so much! I need her so badly! You remind me so much of her! Forgive me! Please!”
Sandhya had never seen her father cry. He had always been so strong for her and her mother. Now he was having a nervous breakdown right when she needed him to be strong.
Sandhya began to cry as well. It killed her, knowing she had made him cry by refusing the affection he craved! In the act of love and without giving any thought to the consequences, she took his big hand with her soft fingers and placed it on her breast.
“It’s alright, Papa! Please don’t cry!” She sniffed with wet cheeks. “I’m here for you! See?” She said and felt his hand squeeze her firm tit. “I’m here for you!”
Rajesh Baig seized this opportunity. His cock began oozing pre-cum as he eagerly grabbed her breasts with both hands. He was not satisfied by just a squeeze. He slid his hands beneath his daughter’s shirt and massaged her firm breasts.
He was brushing her nipples gently with his fingertips, clearly making them hard and erect. She watched her father with a dumbfounded expression. He lifted her shirt to her neck and stared lustfully at her bare chest. Her small cone-shaped tits were flawless!
Sandhya sat on the bed, frozen, unsure what he would do next. Her father had always been so composed. She had never seen him lose control like this. In spite of her devotion to him, she was terrified.
Rajesh Baig suddenly lowered his face to his daughter’s chest. He took her right breast in his watering mouth. He began sucking on it like a juicy fruit, ripe and ready to be eaten. Slurping and licking like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.
Sandhya’s eyes closed, and her mouth dropped open. Her throat then expelled its first gasp of sexual pleasure. Sandhya knew her father had gone too far!
“Papa! Please stop! This is too much! This is wrong!” She gasped and tried pushing his head away, but he was too strong.
“I’m your daughter, not your wife! We should stop! Please!” Sandhya begged.
“It feels good, no?” Mumbled her father as he continued sucking and licking her left nipple. “Your Mama loved it when I did this!”
“I’m not her! Please, Papa! We should stop!” She cried as waves of pleasure ran through her whole body. She grew terrified because her father’s lips, teeth and tongue felt phenomenal on her skin!
Rajesh Baig ignored his daughter’s protests completely. The world had stopped making sense. The reality was now a blur, a dream where things just happened.
Her father lifted her arms and removed her shirt. She tried to speak, beg, reason, but he shut her up by pressing his lips on hers.
Instantly, his tongue pushed into her mouth and began exploring it. Sandhya stopped crying as her father’s thick, long tongue invaded her mouth completely, claiming and tasting every spot. Time and space dissolved, and before she knew it, she was also breathing hard, matching his rhythm.
Rajesh Baig had an unusually long tongue. He’d use it to explore his daughter’s holes in the coming days. His tongue licked the inside of her small mouth, the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth. The place beneath her resisting little powerless sweet tongue slithered back to her throat.
Unexpectedly, Sandhya began sucking on her father’s tongue like the long seed of a juicy mango. At this, Rajesh Baig felt joy in his heart. He knew she was up for sex. Ready to be fucked.
Abruptly, he broke away and stood up breathlessly. He didn’t care about consent or consequences now. He wanted to feel her tightness on his cock. He flung the pillow and shamelessly removed his shalwar right before her.
His big, veiny cock sprang up. Sandhya stared at it with fear and fascination. As she watched him stare at her, sitting on his bed shirtless with lustful eyes, Sandhya thought of her loving mother and how she longed to be in her arms at that very moment.
Sandhya began to cry again as she glanced at the door of the room. The walls were closing in. It was too late to run. Her father had gone mad with lust.
“Papa, I should go back to my room.” She said.
Her father responded by gently grabbing her wrist and guiding her fingers around his thick cock. It was hard like concrete!
“Look, Jaan!” He said lustfully, “I’m so hard for you! Please don’t leave me!”
His cock felt strange and warm in her hands. Hard in a way, soft in a way. It even moved on its own like it was alive. Part of her wanted to run away from it. Another part wanted to put it in her mouth and suck on it.
She meekly began jerking his cock, hoping he’d ejaculate so she could run away from this strange nightmare she had walked into. But to think this was innocent of her. Abruptly, Rajesh Baig pounced on his daughter like a starving dog.
“Papa, please stop! This is so wrong!” She pleaded as her father pushed her back on the bed and pulled her pyjamas off. Sandhya lost the struggle to keep her pyjamas on fairly quickly. Held only by an elastic band, they came off quite easily.
He chucked this last remaining piece of clothing on her body on the floor. He discovered she was not wearing any panties. Sandhya covered her eyes in shame. What her father saw was a beautiful revelation.
Sandhya’s young pussy looked exactly like her mother’s pussy when he had undressed her on their wedding night so many years ago. It was the same shape, the same shade of pink, the same little flaps tucked neatly on either side.
The heavens had given Rajesh Baig a second chance at finding love, he thought to himself. ‘To sexually satisfy him WAS her only purpose!’
He spread her thighs and pressed his nose on the soft skin of her choot like it was the bud of a sweet-smelling flower. Sandhya began to cry. She felt ashamed, frightened, guilty, aroused, and feverish.
Rajesh Baig began feasting on her clit with a hungry, wet mouth. Sandhya gasped and turned her head in shame. She spotted a photo of her mother on the bedside table and felt the presence of her ghost.
But these morbid thoughts evaporated when she felt her father’s thick, long, muscular tongue slither into the tight hole of her choot. Like his cock, his tongue felt alive, autonomous, boring into the tight pink of her tight hole. She began to grunt loudly.
Unexpectedly, she felt his middle finger press against her little asshole. Sandhya gasped and said “No Papa! Not there! please!”
He mumbled lustfully with half-closed eyes. He responded by pressing his finger in her asshole deeper without stopping until it was up to his knuckle. Sandhya’s eyes rolled back with pleasure!
With his tongue licking her drenched clit, and his fingers working her rectum. She made sounds her throat had never made before. He finger fucked her little asshole with one, then two fingers. He also pushed up to squeeze her inners upon that special, sacred G-spot. She began to scream.
Her back arched as she squirted sweet water in her father’s mouth. He drank it with relish. She clenched the hair on his head with both hands and curled her toes as she squirted.
“Stop, Papa! Stop!” She said breathlessly as she just lay there. Limp. Shuddering. Now unbelievably sensitive to touch.
“It’s okay, Jaan! You liked it, no?” He said with a devilish smile and kissed her thighs gently, “I know what you like…because I know what your mother liked. You’re both the same.”
With her limp legs still spread, Sandhya closed her eyes momentarily and saw a kaleidoscope of colours. She felt so light-headed she couldn’t move. Opening her eyes, she saw her big, hairy father stroking his cock. He parted her weakened legs further with his knees and moved between them.
She now accepted her fate. Sex with her father was destined, pre-ordained. Sandhya closed her eyes as her father guided his cock between the warm lips of her choot. Her screams echoed across the walls. He drove his cock further and further into her fuck hole. She even called out for her mother.
“Maa!” she cried. Her pelvic muscles stretched to allow the diamond head of his cock into the forbidden place. The walls of her inners put up resistance. But the cock was too rigid, too full of pent-up desire to heed the defence of her innocent pussy.
“Maa, maa!” She screamed in pain and cried out for her mother again. He covered her mouth.
“Quiet!” He said, alarmed, “The neighbours will hear!”
He pushed his cock inside till he was balls deep in her pussy. He remained perfectly still as his cock and her young inexperienced choot acquainted themselves. He waited for her soft inner walls to stop resisting and submit to their hard, dome-shaped conqueror.
“This is just like my wedding night.” Her father gasped ecstatically in her ear. “She was tight, just like you.”
Her pussy lips stretched and wrapped perfectly around his throbbing veiny cock. The pain in her choot began to subside. And then he began pumping her, slowly at first. Then harder and harder. After five minutes, her body had begun to submit to him fully.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders till the pink soles of her feet facing the ceiling. With a blissful expression on his face, he began to pump harder and harder, kissing her legs and feet lovingly till he finally screamed.
“I’m cumming!” He yelled.
Sandhya screamed, “Papa, pull out, please!”
Her father pulled out of her abruptly. He began ejaculating ropes and thick white-yellow cum all over her body. The first shot landed as far as her hair and face. The second up to her mouth and chin. The third is on her heaving tits, and the rest is on her belly and crotch.
Panting heavily, they just stayed there, breathing in the dim light, not saying a word. She tasted his cum on her lips and licked it. It was salty and spicy. A few drops of blood began staining the white sheet. This turned him on instantly.
Moments later, he was hard again.
“You know what doggy style is, don’t you?” Her father said to her.
Sandhya nodded hesitantly. She’d seen it in a porn video once.
“Good!” He said. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her petite teen body like a pancake. He grabbed her hips and lifted them effortlessly till they were in a doggy position.
Rajesh Baig entered his daughter’s pussy again and began. Thrusting in and out with his paw-like hands on her slim hips. He fucked her like a street dog shamelessly and hard.
Sandhya was now in ecstasy! She knew immediately her mother and father fucked like this. She also knew her mother loved it because she loved it! Sandhya suddenly felt her mother’s spirit in her own body.
“Love is violent.” she thought as her father slapped her ass cheek, stretched her pussy to its limit with his hard cock, tore her hymen and made her bleed, “Love is so violent!”
“Fuck me, Papa!” Sandhya screamed suddenly, unable to contain her pent-up desire. “Fuck me like you fucked Mama! I’ll be your wife, Papa! I’ll be your wife!”
The first round seemed like she had been MeToo’d. In the second round, she found herself passionately sucking on his fingers as he pounded her pussy from behind.
In the third round, he lifted her off the bed and with her legs wrapped around him, he pounded her against the wall. And the fourth round, she straddled him and rode him gently. He cupped and caressed her tits till they both came.
With their sexual energies spent, Sandhya and her father lay quietly in the dark, their exhausted bodies covered in their drying sweat and juices. Sandhya lay half on top of him with her cheek on his hairy, heaving chest. Her legs and feet rested on his dark hairy ones.
The room smelled of sweat, his cum and her cum. The room smelled of sex. Her father had given her the gift of womanhood. The gift of sex, a swollen well fucked pussy, the gift of pain. The gift of a bruised, aching body, loved and fucked passionately by a strong man that truly loved her.
Sandhya carefully placed her hand on her father’s cock. It reacted to her immediately and began to grow in her hand like a magical toy.
“It’s okay. You can suck it if you want to.” Her father’s voice said gently in the dark, “I know you want to.”
Sandhya took his cock into her mouth and inhaled the spicy scent of her father’s thick pubic hair. She knew she had parted ways with her childhood. She felt different and tainted. She now saw men for what they were. Creatures of lust, worshippers of beautiful things like her.
Her beloved Papa had introduced her to the dangerous world of womanhood. Risky, passionate, dangerous and full of secrets and forbidden pleasures.
One month later:
Sandhya and her father were now more like husband and wife than father and daughter. They fucked constantly. He fucked her in the shower before going to college. He fucked her immediately after lunch by undoing her jeans and bending her over on the dining table. And he fucked her at night, of course.
One morning, He barged into the bathroom while she was relieving herself on the toilet. He didn’t care. He just saw her in complete vulnerability, spread her legs, and pounded her in missionary right there on the toilet seat!
Both father and daughter were healing. They were happy again.
Sandhya returned home from college late one afternoon and found her father in the living room on the couch. He looked pensive.
“Hello, husband, I mean Papa,” Sandhya said playfully and sat across his lap. This time, however, she did not feel a semi-hard cock under her jeans. She frowned. “What’s the matter?”
The conversation that followed went like this:
Rajesh Baig: I want to talk to you about something.
Sandhya: What?
Rajesh Baig: Do you love me?
Sandhya: You know I do.
Rajesh Baig: Do you like having sex?
Sandhya: I think about it all the time. All the time.
Rajesh Baig: Do you ever fantasise about fucking other men?
Sandhya: No, Papa.
She said immediately. “Just you.”
At this, her father gave her cheek a love slap! The slap a man gives to a girl he owns and dominates completely. She knew her father was serious!
Sandhya hesitated.
Sandhya: Sometimes Papa, when you fuck me from behind, you grab my hair and put your fingers in my mouth…
She hesitated again.
Rajesh Baig: It’s okay, my Jaan. I know you’re a good girl. Sometimes good girls need to be bad. And I love it when you’re bad. Tell me.
Sandhya nervously licked her lips.
Sandhya: When you fuck me from behind and put your fingers in my mouth like that, I suck it. I close my eyes, and I pretend it’s another man’s cock. And then I think of being locked in a dark room full of men. Men who want to love me the way…you love me.
Her father smiled. He seemed relieved.
Rajesh Baig: You are exactly like your mother.
He said with a now hardened cock under her bum. Moments later, Sandhya’s shoes, socks, jeans and panties were off. Rajesh Baig pumped her creaming pussy from behind on the carpet. Like a little bitch in heat, Sandhya squealed. She took the hard pounding bravely with a dropped mouth.
Sure enough, while thrusting in and out of her fuck hole, he bent forward and inserted two fingers in her mouth. Sandhya immediately closed her eyes and began sucking on them blissfully!
“I want you to fuck other men, Jaan! I want to watch you fuck other men!” yelled Rajesh Baig as he kissed the back of her head lovingly. “I want to share you with other men…just like I used to share your mother!
Sandhya opened her eyes in shock before curling her toes and screaming in ecstasy.
Dad Daughter Bonding Ends In Sexual Intimacy
Writer Name: Mr.Devaa
Short Description: A 45-year-old father and his 19-year-old college daughter grow closer while the mother is away on business, starting with accidental glimpses, teasing photoshoots, and escalating into passionate kisses, oral play, and full sexual intimacy as hidden desires surface.
Content:
Hello, this is a story about how a father and daughter become intimate and what happens between them.Regarding my family, I am 45 years old and work as a manager in an IT firm. My wife owns a beauty product company. She is a successful woman and a great wife.However, she often travels to other states, and the trips last 3–4 days. So we have a maid who cleans the home and cooks food when my wife is on trips.Anjali, my princess, is 19 years old and studying medicine. She is a very obedient, well-spoken girl. She is a nerd; she got a scholarship and secured her seat. She is very caring by nature, and she looks chubby and fair.
I jumped into the shower immediately once the girls went shopping. I cleaned my dick which was soaked in my cum. Elena is feisty, I need to be careful around her.
I couldn’t control and started masturbating think how Elena gave me a handjob in the cafe. I came in no time and cleaned myself up.
I was eagerly waiting for the evening as I was meeting with my daughter at a bar. I wore a suit and then picked Anjali from the hotel. We arrived at the club early.
Anjali is looking really beautiful and hot. She’s wearing a grey sleeveless top which is just like a bra but a little bigger. It’s a deep neck and I could see her cleavage. She’s wearing a short black frock type bottom.
Me: And here we are. What do you think?
Anjali: Looks nice!
Me: You look, gorgeous honey.
Anjali: Thanks, dad! You look great in that suit.
She’s feeling a bit uncomfortable. So to make her comfortable we both danced for a while. We went to the bar for a drink. I pulled a chair for Anjali to my right. God! She’s looking like an angel.
Me: I’ve to say, honey. That dress looks fantastic on you!
Anjali: Really?
Me: Yup!
Anjali: Thanks! Elena didn’t want me to buy it but I insisted. I’m glad that you like it.
Me: Have you ever had drinks before?
Anjali: Of course!
Me: Are you sure? Don’t lie to me!
Anjali: Well. No, actually! Mom wouldn’t let me.
Me: That’s okay. You’re going to have just a glass of water!
Anjali: What? No! I want to drink champagne! I didn’t come here to drink just water! Besides, I’m here with you. I know you’re not going to do anything to me if I get drunk.
Me: Fine. You win. Let’s order some champagne.
Anjali: Awesome!
We got our drinks pretty soon. She drank her first sip.
Me: So?
Anjali: it tastes good. I like it.
Me: Okay, don’t drink too much or you’re going to get drunk.
Anjali: Daddy. I know what I’m doing.
This girl is going to get me in trouble if I’m not careful. I don’t like her calling me daddy in a place like this. If people find out, they’re going to kick us out. Fuck! I need to go to the bathroom
Me: Honey, I need to go to the bathroom. Will you wait for me here? I’ll be just a minute.
Anjali: Of course daddy.
Me: All right. I’ll be back soon. And don’t talk to strangers, okay?
Anjali: Okay.
I quickly went to the bathroom. I was out in a couple of minutes. What the fuck? A guy is sitting in my place next to Anjali. What is he doing with my daughter?
Guy: Hey beautiful!
Anjali: I don’t talk to strangers.
Guy: But I’m not a stranger. You see. My name is Lucas. I’m Elena’s friend.
Anjali: What?
Lucas: You must be her best friend, right? She didn’t tell me you were so beautiful!
He suddenly groped Anjali’s left boobs.
Lucas: And so big!
Anjali: Hey!
Lucas: Damn girl! They’re so firm and perfect!
I quickly went near him and interrupted.
Me: Hey!
Lucas: What’s up pal? Don’t you see I’m kinda busy right now? Piss off!
I was so angry, I punched him on the face with full power.
Me: SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!
He fell on the ground.
Me: Are you okay Anjali?
Anjali: Yes. Thank you.
Me: I shouldn’t have left you alone.
Anjali: It’s okay dad. You couldn’t have known anything like this would happen.
Me: I can’t believe he’s the guy Elena is dating.
Anjali: I don’t think she will be seeing him anymore after this. What an asshole!
Me: Come on. Let’s order more champagne. I need a drink too.
We got the second round of drinks. I was really angry! That motherfucker took advantage of my daughter. If I see him again I will kick his ass. Again.
I have to be more careful with my daughter. She’s so beautiful. And has a nice body. A lot of guys are going to try to hit on her. Especially the douchebag ones.
Anjali: Have I ever said how handsome you are?
Me: What?
Anjali: I said. Have I ever said how handsome you are?
Me: No.
Anjali: Well. You’re super duper handsome, daddy.
Me: Are you okay?
Anjali: I’m in love with you daddy. You saved me!
Me: What?
Anjali: I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Oh, fuck! She’s drunk!
Me: okay. I think it’s time to go home. Come on, let’s get out of here.
Anjali: What? Why?
Me: You’re obviously drunk.
Anjali: I’m not drunk! Why is this glass so shiny?
Me: Leave the glass there. Come on.
Anjali: Oh don’t be a party pooper!
Me: Honey, come on.
Anjali: Can I stay the night at your place?
Me: Of course.
Anjali: Great! We’ll sleep together, daddy.
Me: Sure honey.
Fuck! That incident obviously affected her.
Me: I’m calling a cab!
We arrived at our home in an hour.
Me: We’re home. Can you walk?
Anjali: Of course I can walk.
She tried to walk to the living room by herself. Oh, she’s completely drunk! She tripped and fell on the floor.
Anjali: Oh shit!
I quickly helped her back up. My hands were around her back.
Me: No you can’t. Let me help you. Come on. Let’s get you up. That’s it
I carried her in my arms. I lifted her sideways.
Me: Come on let’s go to the bed.
Anjali: Oh I’m so dizzy
Me: I know, baby girl. I know
I gently placed her on the bed.
Anjali: Are we going to cuddle?
Me: Yes! Just lie down on the bed.
Anjali: Awesome!
Me: I’ll be back in a minute.
Anjali: Daddy?
Me: Yes?
Anjali: Could you help me take my skirt off? I don’t want to sleep with it on.
Me: Of course.
I took her black skirt off. Oh wow! She’s wearing a maroon color panty underneath.
Anjali: Much better. Thanks so much for everything daddy. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met.
Me: Thanks, honey. Now close your eyes for a moment. I’ll go turn off the lights in the kitchen. I’ll be back in a sec.
Anjali: Okay. Don’t take long.
She turned and was now lying on her stomach. She has a nice butt. Fuck! Why am I thinking this? She’s my daughter.
Me: Listen. I have a shirt that you can use. If you don’t want to ruin your top.
Anjali: Yes. That’d be nice. Dad. I’m not wearing a bra. You’ll have to go out of the room
Me: Of course honey.
I went to switch off the lights in the other rooms while Anjali changed. She got up and took her top off. My shirt was in the cupboard. She took a white shirt and wore it. Because of her huge boobs, she couldn’t hook the top three buttons.
Me: Honey. Are you awake?
I couldn’t control it. I started cuddling with her. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I kept my left hand on her belly. Anjali and I were asleep pretty fast.
Meanwhile, at the club, the photographer Rick and Lucas were working together. Actually, they are brothers. Rick sent Lucas to spy on Anjali as I refused him at the park, that’s the reason Lucas ditched Elena and was following Anjali.
It was morning, Anjali is sleeping on her back. Half of her boobs are exposed, as she couldn’t button them.
Anjali: Hmm
Oh my God! I can see her right nipple. The shirt moved when she was scratching her itch. Is she doing it on purpose? It can’t be. Shit! I’ve got to do something about it.
Me: Honey? Are you awake? Honey?
There’s no point. She’s sleeping like a baby. Fuck! I can’t believe I’m doing this. I couldn’t control and I slowly touched her and exposed her boob with my left hand. It’s so soft. I was slowly pressing her boob.
My dick was rock hard. I started masturbating by putting a hand inside my underwear. I kept playing with her boobs while I jerked off. I shot my cum in my underwear just like yesterday in the cafe.
I covered her nipple with the shirt. Time to get up and make some breakfast. I prepared pancakes and coffee. I went to the bedroom to wake Anjali up. She’s still sleeping.
Me: Honey! Honey! Wake up!
She’s a heavy sleeper. I didn’t know that. I tried to wake her up by touching her hand.
Anjali: Devaa! Hmm. Daddy?
Me: Ya honey, it’s me!
I kissed her. We were at the dining table. Anjali was getting really friendly. She was touching my thigh now and then. It was a natural reaction I guess. I kissed her in between our conversations.
Me: I can’t believe that guy is Elena’s boyfriend.
Anjali: Me neither. I guess that’s why she didn’t want me to meet him. She told me he was. Not really a gentleman when it comes to girls.
Me: Well. What happened last night says it all. Don’t you think?
Anjali: Uh-huh.
Me: What does she even see in him? He looked too old for her.
Anjali: Well. Elena likes older guys.
Me: Really?
Anjali: Yup! She says they are better than the guys our age. That they are more mature.
Me: And do you agree with her?
Anjali: I don’t know! I’ve never dated an old man, dad!
Me: All right! All right! No need to get upset, please. I was just asking.
Anjali: I’m a sorry dad. I.
Me: I know honey. I know. You hate old guys now.
She distracted me by kissing me on my lips.
Me: What?
Anjali: Mwah!
Gosh! I could see her cleavage. It looks so great from the top angle.
Me: Hey!
Anjali: I don’t hate you! What? I’m apologizing with a kiss, is that wrong?
Me: No! No! Of course not!
Anjali: Good!
Me: Would you consider dating an older guy?
Anjali: If the guy is a good guy I guess I wouldn’t mind.
Me: And what about Frank?
Anjali: Frank is about my age. He’s 20.
Me: Any news from him?
Anjali: None.
She looked really upset about that, so I changed the topic.
Anjali: Should I tell Elena what happened last night? I mean. I feel like I should, but you have more experience than me. I want your opinion on this one. What should I do?
Me: Yes, you should tell her. What her boyfriend did to you was wrong. Even if it hurts. She has to know.
Anjali: You’re right, daddy. She’s my best friend. I’ll tell her.
Me: All right honey. I’ll let you finish your breakfast. Then I’ll take a shower and go to work.
Anjali: Okay. Dad, can I ask you something?
Me: Sure!
Anjali: Could I take a shower too?
Me: Sure honey, why not?
Anjali: Great! Thanks, daddy!
We both finished up our breakfast. I was in the shower all naked.
Meanwhile, Anjali is confused. She’s peeking in the bathroom while Devaa was showering. He was busy cleaning up himself. There’s glass around the shower, so it’s only partially visible. She’s whispering to herself.
Anjali: Why are you doing this, Anjali? What if he sees you?
She kept watching me taking a bath. I couldn’t see her.
Anjali: God! I wish I had a boyfriend like a dad. My hero. I better go before he finishes with his shower.
She headed back to the room quickly. I finished myself and then Anjali had a quick shower.
Me: Ready to go?
Anjali: Yes!
Me: All right! I will drop you at the hotel and go to work.
Anjali: Okay, daddy!
We both headed out to the hotel.
(From here on the conversation is from Elena’s perspective)
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Elena was alone. She’s sitting in the couch
Elena: God! I’m so bored! There’s nothing to do here. I wonder what Anjali is doing right now. I’m happy for her, but sometimes I feel like I’m always alone.
She let out a sigh. She’s sitting on the couch. Suddenly her right hand was on her pussy area.
Elena: Weird. Lucas hasn’t texted me today. He didn’t send me any dirty pictures either. Well, I think I know what to do now.
She was slowly rubbing her pussy from above her pants.
Elena: I’m going to have a little fun by myself. That’s it! I’m taking my pants off.
She was about to remove her pants, she could hear Anjali’s voice near the door.
Anjali: Thanks for walking me here dad. See ya! Bye!
Elena: Oh shit! She’s here! Fuck! Just when it started to feel good!