Adultery Vicious Veer Prathap Singh vs Wily Watchman Narsingh (Upd Feb 15)

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After papa opened up and told all the secrets of his sexual life, Sheethal felt happy because atleast now she knows what papa wants and most of those things can’t be done by mom, so she had devised a plan in her mind



Holding papa’s hand and cuddling him under the tree in front of the waterfall she said “papa, now I understood why you don’t want me to become model.. I am studying in foreign and if I am a model, it will ring wrong bells in your mind whenever you see a foreign model in Goa or Mumbai.. papa, I can understand your desires, fantasies and wild life, with your strong manly body you look like every woman’s man.. I have shown your picture to many of my friends in USA, even though you wear Indian dresses, the fire in your eyes ignite every girls pussy and want to be crushed under your weight.. nothing wrong for you to get those wild fantasies and obviously not so well educated mom cant even visualize and understand many of those things you described..

Papa, I am not saying you come out of that world, but if you could make an attempt I would help you.. remember you still have a beautiful, obedient , trustworthy wife (exactly at that time Jo is sucking the old man’s cock) and a willing daughter. Between us we will take care of your wild fantasies.. and ofcourse not counting Richa while she is here in India.. we are no less beautiful than some of the so called foreign models.. Richa is a foreigner of Indian origin, I am studying in foreign country, so that way you can visualize we are foreign models”

While saying this she was hugging Veer so tightly that her loose top gave way to show her top side of her 36 DD big boobs.. Her eyes, her face , her entire body is burning with love and passion for her dear papa which Veer noticed. He is already feeling relieved after throwing out all his dirty past and double happy because his daughter didn’t feel angry on hearing his wild fantasies..

He looked down into her half closed eyes and bent down to kiss her on face and said “Sheethal, I am so lucky that I can live two lives.. one.. dirty, wild, fantasy life.. another.. with beautiful family , understanding people, content life. I am nearing 50 years and more than half of my life is over, I lived a dirty life for myself, now let me live for my beautiful family.. I love you so much Sheethal.. you are so much understanding and accommodative ..”

Sheethal is so much relaxed now that the burden is off of the mind.. nothing in the mind now.. papa is mine now.. papa is mom’s now.. papa is a family man now… she rested her head on his vast chest and closed her eyes in relaxing mode for a while.. such a beautiful moment.. in a beautiful nature.. what else you want.. for papa’s sake, I can be his foreign model and show my beautiful body to him.. this body is given by him.. this life is given by him.. he owns every inch of this body.. if this body is not to make papa happy, what other purpose it has in this world.. I am no less than a new year poster girl



Veer is also thinking on those lines.. leaning against the tree and closing his eyes.. past is past.. future we don’t know.. lets live in present moment.. when Jo was unable to understand his fantasies, he didn’t get angry on her.. when he lived his life his way, never ever she pointed fingers against him.. even though many in the village knew he is  a womanizer, never even she argued with him.. nor she felt bad about it.. he suffered internally to herself that he was not spending enough time with her, that’s all..

Now with a grown up daughter, well educated, living in advanced society, Sheethal understood his wild fantasies and even then she didn’t scold him nor raised objections, instead suggested she and her mom will fill that role.. don’t get rid of fantasies.. continue with them.. but not in Goa or Mumbai.. practice them at home !!! straight and simple answer.. He is feeling like in heaven already with this new life.

After relaxing for a while, Sheethal raised her head and looking into his eyes asks “papa, I saw your tool once.. its so big and heavy.. how can even any woman bear the brunt of this giant animal.. poor mam had to live with this”, while saying so she had put one hand on his sleeping animal over his dhothi



Veer didn’t feel embarrassed by his size nor her question.. Jo would have discussed with her about his mammoth size and the pain she received from it on her Suhag raath. In fact he felt proud of his possession and said “Sheethal.. this mammoth tool needs similar willing and matching partner.. that was a great challenge and that’s why I started venturing out .. from home to village to district to state to country.. finally found peace and happiness in Goa, Mumbai.. any way when did you see him ?”, with his hand on her back and massaging her soft buttocks

“papa, if you don’t scold me, I will tell the truth”, her grip on his tool tightened

“Darling.. have I even scolded you ? not even angry ? no right.. you are my sweet princess.. I might have done many dirty things in my life, but I never say no to you.. in fact if you had known about my shortcomings and warned me, I would have stopped these things long back”

“papa.. may I was too young to discuss these things so openly”



“exactly.. how can any father discuss these things with his daughter .. of any age.. now atleast I am lucky you are so open to talk about these”

“true papa.. coming to your question, when I saw your mammoth tool ? papa, I saw your bulge many times and felt your are big.. really big.. your strong powerful body would definitely have a matching tool.. to be frank, I always fantasized my boy friend to be like you.. so sweet, understanding, caring and with big masculine body.. one day, I was not getting sleep and I couldn’t find pleasure with my fingers like many girls of that age do.. I really really wanted to hug you and cuddle you that night.. my mind went blank.. I got up from my bed naked, I came to your door.. it was opened.. I stepped in silently and saw you playing with your massive dick that I got scared and came back to my room.. mom was sleeping and probably you couldn’t get what you wanted from mom and hence pleasuring yourself”



Veer was stunned to hear that his young daughter felt about him like that.. he playfully tapped her head and said “you are always a naughty girl and used to play pranks with me.. that’s why I always find happiness and peace with you.. “

“papa.. are you not getting angry or feeling odd about me getting such thoughts and feelings on you at such young age ?”

“Sheethal.. you are so much emotionally attached to me, sometimes I also get such feelings on you but then that’s just a crap and I smile and move on”

“really ? wow.. you also got feelings on me papa?”

“haa.. its natural.. nothing odd”

“what kind of feelings ?”



“beti.. I would sometimes feel my hands are hurting to release my heat.. may be your soft little hands touch would let me cum quickly”

“shittt… that’s too much to think.. anyway, I would have happily played with your big boy anyday”


As it was getting dark, they decided to get back to the guest house as its not safe to be in the forest around that time

While walking back, she held her papa’s hand and walked like he is her boy friend, leaning onto his shoulder and brushing her side boobs against his side arm

  

“papa, from now on , I am yours, I do anything to take care of your mammoth tool.. don’t think twice, I will show you what you can get in the home and soon stop going to Goa, Mumbai.. let me start myself first and then train mom to join me in taking you to a world that you haven’t seen and ofcourse as a young virgin girl what other better purpose I have other than pleasing you ?”

“thank you dear.. I shall be gentle with you first”

She blushed and hugged him tight and walked back to the guest house

They went to their room, didn’t find Richa there, probably she might be with mom, Shethal thought

As they got exhausted after so much walking, Sheethal asked papa if he wanted a drink. "I'll take a vodka and coke." They were both kind of nervous and she realized that some alcohol would certainly be helpful. When the life long held secrets are out, sometimes you don’t know how other person would receive it. She made one for herself as well and sat down about two feet from him. She switched on the TV and flipped to a foreign movie.

The movie started.

His dirty mind raced in circles as he thought of various ways to get her to sleep with him and make him happy. "I give good feet massages. Do you want one?"

Sheethal gulped down almost half of her drink, she didn’t ask papa how do you know the massage because he had been with many models, definetly he would have picked up such habits from them

"Just my feet right?"

"Of course Sheethal," he grinned. She turned to lie down on the sofa as she lifted her feet into his strong hands.



Sheethal had never really thought of her feet being sexual until the moment papa caressed her toes with so much love and attention and gently rubbed up over her ankle to her calve and then slowly back down. He left one of her feet on his lap while he massaged the other one. Each time his hands moved upward they went further and further until he was caressing the middle of her calve muscle. "Papa, watch the movement of your hands lest they go too high," she giggled.

After spending about ten minutes on the first foot he lowered it to his lap and took the other one. The foot on his lap was less than an inch from the hard bulge in his slacks but, he wanted her to be the one who made the first contact.

He was concentrating on what he was doing, his face -- what she could see of it -- was composed, serious. His hands were relaxed and assured, though. She liked that. Being a strong man, Veer has strong and powerful hands . She closed her eyes and leaned back contentedly. He pulled methodically on all the little bones down there she'd never given a moment's thought to before now. He stroked the skin along her ankles.

She looked down at him again. He seemed to feel her gaze and tilted his head up. Their eyes met. His hands stopped where they were, lightly holding her left ankle. She felt open, serene, totally sexy.

She moved her legs apart.

Veer's eyes widened. His lips parted and his tongue ran across them once. His hands released her foot and moved up along the insides of her calves, still gentle and unhurried. Sheethal closed her eyes again, listening, feeling. Smooth fingers caressed her bare skin, drawing little circles along its surface. It was as if every place he touched came alive. She was sure she was flushing: her face was getting warm; so was her upper chest.

His fingers were brushing the insides of her thighs now. She was so sensitive there ... she could barely stand it, her flesh quivered with each touch, little prickles of heat radiated up her thighs to the place where they met, each one adding to the last until she was so warm and slippery she couldn't sit still. She wriggled her hips a little and Veer's breathing deepened. He inhaled her excitement and his hands grew bolder. He pushed upwards at the edges of her skirt. She didn't move at first, then she lifted her hips off her perch, just a little, and the skirt slid back, bunching up at her waist.

Her panties were exposed now. They were peach colored, sheer, but nothing special. She hadn't given them any real thought when she'd dressed that morning. But now ... they were damp with her arousal, almost translucent, and pulled taut against her swollen pussy lips. Could papa tell how wet she was? She wasn't embarrassed. She wasn't sure whether she wanted papa to know. She slid forwards, stretching her panties tighter against her pussy. The thin fabric outlined her outer lips and dipped into the space between. Her little tuft of black pubic hair made a small, soft bulge, and a few hairs escaped above the waistband.

Veer's fingertips slid higher up her thighs, leaving faint pink traces. They found the bottom of her hip bones, and for the first time his hands hesitated. There was a new note in his breathing, a deep, animal rasp. Sheethal realized that she was making almost the same sounds. Veer's index finger trailed downwards across the front of her panties until it was directly over one of her outer lips.

Sheethal began to tremble, and her arms suddenly seemed too weak to support her. She could feel her breasts heaving, the heat flowing from his hands up into her belly, her chest, her overheated face. Veer looked back to the dark place between her legs. He stroked her gently for a moment then pushed one finger against the moist fabric until it slipped between her folds. A tremor ran through Sheethal's body. She looked down and saw papa’s finger buried part way inside her, held back only by the thin cotton. Her rapid breathing was making her light-headed. She reached down and put her hand on Veer's cheek, then tangled her fingers in his dark, curly hair. He began to lean forward, to move towards her.

No! That wasn't what she'd meant. She'd just wanted to touch him. But his face moved irresistibly closer to her pussy. She was about to say something, to let him know that this had gone far enough, when his lips brushed her inner thigh. She cried out so loudly she was sure someone in the guesthouse could have heard her. Veer moved his hands so that they were holding her hips, his fingers sliding under the lower hem of her panties, digging into her bare flesh. He was kissing her thighs, moving closer to her centre. Her hand was still tangled in his hair; she could easily push him away. But she felt his warm breath against her skin, saw his nostrils flare as he breathed her scent in. Now his tongue was tickling the straining fabric of her panties.

She did not know why but spread her legs a little wider. On one side, the hem of her panties had slipped into the cleft of her pussy, exposing one outer lip. Veer roughly pulled her hips closer to his face. His tongue dragged along the silky skin at the very top of her thigh until he made contact with her soft fold, now slick with the moisture leaking from inside her. Sheethal inhaled sharply. She'd never felt anything like this. Her body went limp. Veer lapped at her exposed flesh, nuzzling it with his lips, licking up the moisture. Her panties dug into her pussy, almost painful.

Then, abruptly, the pressure was gone. She looked down, a little dazed from the torrent of sensations. It took her a moment to understand what had happened. Veer had moved the crotch of her panties to one side. He was on his knees between her spread-open legs, staring at her bare pussy. For some inexplicable reason she closed her legs but smiled at papa so that he wouldn't feel hurt.

As she reached behind her to grab one of the small pillows her foot moved just enough to touch his rigid member. She quickly jerked her foot away. Neither of them acknowledged it but it was high on their minds at that moment. As long as it was accidental they didn't have a problem with it. A few minutes later she reached over to the coffee table to grab her drink and again pushed her toes into his prick. This time she held it against it until she finished her sip. She smiled and moved back onto her pillow while pulling her foot away. She could feel the dampness seeping from her pussy.

"Look at that girl in the movie. She is so comfortable showing off her tits and Indian women whether it is you or Richa create such a big deal about it. By the way you have nice tits and......" Veer said.



Sheethal stopped wondering how papa was able to talk like that without any inhibitions, perhaps while narrating his past itself that inhibition had gone and the taboo vanished, he is a free bird now with the hope his dear daughter will take care of his situation.. either train mom and take care of his fantasies or she herself plays the role of mom and fulfils his strange desires

"Thanks papa. It was a game or else I would never have mustered up the courage. So far as exposing is concerned that is because in India right from childhood we are told that this is sacrosanct. There even film stars can afford to get themselves snapped topless. Here no top heroine would dream of doing that. Anyway, should I get something to eat like say roasted peanuts?" She asked.

"That would be fine," he said.

She got up and walked into the kitchen. After a while Veer followed her and saw that she was perched on the ledge and standing on her toes trying to get the container that was kept on a top shelf.

"Should I help you beti?" he asked.

"Oh no papa! Its okay." She said as her fingers brushed against the container. He looked up Sheethal's shapely legs up to her panties visible under the small skirt. Sheethal knew that he could see up her skirt and there was nothing she could do about it.

She finally caught hold of the container and started getting down from the blocks that she was standing on. As she descended, Veer fixed his eyes on the gap between her legs and her panty covered pussy. Sheethal knew that papa could see and was consequently red in the face blushing furiously. She gasped out loud when she felt papa’s hands on her legs.

"I'll just steady you as you come down," Veer said as his hands slid up her calves.

Sheethal was trembling and as she stepped down Veer's hands continued to slide up her legs. Veer's hands had moved over her calves to the back of her knees and then up to her thighs. One more step and his hands moved under her skirt and covered her panty covered ass.

"Please don't papa!" Sheethal weakly protested.

She felt papa’s slide his hand over her pussy mound and she trembled slightly. She realized that her panties were getting wet just as she heard papa speak.

"Your panties are very wet we should probably take them off so they don't get stained," he offered.

Veer peeled her panties off her ass cheeks revealing her beautiful ass. He then pulled them from between her thighs where her legs were pressed together and down to her ankles. Veer had her lift up one foot at a time so that he could remove her panties from her ankles. He slid his hands back up to her ass and massaged it gently complimenting her on the beauty of her legs and ass. Veer slowly turned Sheethal around so that she faced him. He guided her down pushing her skirt up and exposing her shapely pussy.

"Don't" she whined. As she was about to take the panty back from him to put it on, the doorbell rang. It was the old watchman who had come to enquire about dinner. She said no need they will eat the fruits,  as Veer watched

After a while she came back.

"God. I almost came in my trousers. It was a big turn on for me because I knew you were talking to that old guy without panties." He said.

"I knew that. That's why I did not pull them up." she smiled. "Happy?"

"Definitely. Had that old watch man  known that you were without panties he too would have discharged by now," he said as he resumed the massage. His hands fell to her ankle and moved slowly up the bare leg. Neither of them was watching the movie anymore. Sheethal now had her eyes closed and his eyes were locked onto the 'V' where her legs met.

"You know Richa is a lucky girl," Veer whispered.

"Why?" She asked still keeping her eyes closed. Since she was not watching his fingers caressing her lower thighs it somehow made it alright.

"You have a nice body."



She laughed. "Come on papa, we are not tha  type!"

"I can't feel any fat," he said as he gently squeezed the underside of her thigh.

"You aren't touching my ass," she giggled. The alcohol was loosening up her inhibitions.

"Is that an invitation beti?" he asked feeling his hard-on pressing up against her leg.

"No," she giggled again. "We have to be good."

After a while he completed the massage and asked her to take shower

Sheethal felt so much relaxed with that soothing, erotic massage she bent down and gave papa a warm kiss on his lips and said “thanks papa, its soo soothing”