Mamta ek Muse : Chapter 1

[Mamtaa]

Daddy word sun ker mamta ke kaan khade ho jate hai. She has heard *fuck me daddy* kinda words in reels but never knew what it meant and why some people use it. She didn't expect Kirthi would call him Daddy as she was already having a bf. Mamta took a good look at the man who was sitting there and playing cards. He was tall, fair and smart. Girls were sitting on either side of him, trying to get his attention, roaming their hands on his body but he wasn't even looking at them. He was not looking very old but having a lean personality.
Mamta: "Kirthi, tum unko ( as he was old so mamta giving respect) daddy kyu bula rhi ho? "

Kirthi: "look at his age kutti, Will it sound fair if I call him boyfriend ? He is around 50 "
Mamta jaw dropped. She looked at Kirthi in disbelief, kya iska mtlb Wo Kirthi ka ex-boyfriend tha? Mamta felt confused and shocked. Also she noticed that he wasn't looking of that age from anywhere.

Kirthi: "mazak kr rhi hu behencho_d, unko mai aise hi pyar se daddy bulati hu, han par wo mere upar lattu the, aaj bhi hai .. par ab mera bf hai toh wo mujhe bilkul bhav nahi dete. Vaise Mamta ek bat bolu tu bura na mane toh? "

Mamta was listening all this and processing it. Wo sochne lgi ki agar ye Kirthi ke upar lattu the toh kya inn dono ke kuch hua hoga? She got curious but couldn't ask. Kya Kirthi ek buddhe aadmi ke sath ..? nahi nahi ye nahi ho skta. Jaise hi Kirthi ne kaha *ek bat bolu..* mamta apne thoughts se bahar aayi,

Mamta: "haan bol" 

Kirthi: "I think you should date a sugar daddy like him",

Mamta heard but didn't know what it meant. She asked reluctantly,
Mamta: "sugar daddy ?"

Kirthi was expecting this. She kissed Mamta cheeks and whispered in her ear,
"Meri banno, sugar daddy means A rich Man who treat a young hot woman like you like a princess, and won't force to do anything without your consent. A real princess treatment, also lot of benefits, you name it he have it",

Mamta noticed those words *won't force*, *young hot woman like you*. Her face expressions got mixed up. She was processing things in her mind but before she could come to any conclusion Kirthi pulled her hand and going closer to him. 

Kirthi mamta ka vahi rukne ko bolti hai aur khud table se hote hue unke pas jane lgti hai. Side vale couch par jo shaks baitha tha Kirthi khud uske sath handshake krti hai aur wo Kirthi ke hath par kiss kr leta hai. Mamta felt surprised seeing this. Use lga Kirthi use dategi ya apna hath piche khichegi par aisa kuch nahi hua. Fir use lga ki club vagera me toh ye normal hoga wo hi jyada soch rhi hai. Udhar Kirthi Steve ke pas pahuch jati hai aur paas aate hi jhuk ker unke gaal par ek pout krti hai fir dusre gaal par. It was a virtual kiss not real. Steve Kirthi ki garden pakadta hai aur fir uske face par kuch krta hai jo Mamta dekh nahi paati kyoki Kirthi ke hairs bich me aa gye the. It was a very quick thing so mamta couldn't guess what they did. 

Then Kirthi Steve ke kaan me kuch kehti hai and he looked at Mamta. There was a dominance in his eyes. He had a smirk on his face, staring at mamta in her eyes, not even looking at her dress. Mamta felt goosebumps just by this look. She recalled Kirthi's line *he is a gentleman*. She believed it, koi aur hota toh pakka uski puri body ko ghoorta aur old age log toh aisa krte hi hai. But he was looking different. Then Kirthi called mamta to come over. 

Mamta ka ek man keh rha tha ki vaha mat ja, ho skta hai tu vaha se kabhi vapas hi na paye, vahi uska dusra man tha ki ek bar milne me kya dikkat hai, unhone sab pay kiya hai toh thank you bolna toh banta hai. She was taking slow steps like a prey. Jaise hi wo table ke pas se hokar jane lgi usne dekha ki wo side me couch par baitha shaks use dekhne lga. She recalled that Kirthi said Hi to him. Mamta ne socha ki ignore krti hu tabhi usne khud se hath badha ker kaha - "Hi babe .. ", Na chahte hue bhi mamta ne use Hi bola aur handshake kiya. He held her hand softly and looked at her again. Mamta felt goosebumps as she knew what he will do next. And he did exactly same. He kissed Mamta back palm. Mamta could feel his lips on her hand, that wet feeling.. She felt so hot. Finally mamta Steve ke pas pahuch gyi. Kirthi ab unke left side me baithi thi aur mamta ki taraf dekh ker muskura rhi thi, 

Kirthi: "Mamta, Come here, meet Steve. OUR DADDY ... " 

Mamta felt awakard as she was going to greet him with something like SIR or Steve but Kirthi indirectly signaled her to call him Daddy,

Mamta thoda jhuk ker hath aage badhati hai. Her heart was beating fast,
Mamta: "Hi ..D..Daddy ..."

Steve looked at Mamta and grabbed her hand in his in a very gentle way. He gave cards to Kirthi to make his another hand free and started moving Mamta's hair strands behind her ear which were falling on her face,
Steve: "Hi baby girl, what's the name of this MUSE? "

Mamta felt so humiliated and blushed at same time. The way he was moving her hairs without consent was making her feel humiliated but on other side he addressed her as a Muse. For mamta it was a compliment as she knew only good side of this word. For her Muse meant beautiful. Kirthi only told her once. Mamta was still in leaning position. She thought why he was asking her name when Kirthi already mentioned it. But as he asked she has to tell,
Mamta: "myself..Mamta .." 

Mamta was still not able to look into his eyes. She was feeling uncomfortable and her heart was beating fast,
Steve: "you look quite young baby doll, May I know how old this kitten is? "
 
Mamta's nipples were getting hard hearing that. He called her *baby doll* and *kitten*. On top of that he already break a rule of not asking a girl her age. Mamta was not aware that he was going to break many others. Mamta ko mauka hi nahi mila ki wo kirthi ki taraf dekhe aur use ishara krke puche ki use apni age btani chahiye ya nahi. Kirthi ka dhyan cards me tha. Also Steve was looking into Mamta eyes. She couldn’t take a pause,
Mamta: " I am ..28 .. years old Daddy" 

Steve ke ek hath me ab bhi mamta ka hath tha, he pulled mamta cheeks with other hand and then take his hand on back of her neck and gently make her lean towards him. Mamta was getting adrealine rush in that moment. A man of her dad age was doing such things with her. Steve whispered in her ear, 
"This is a lovely age for a fruit to get ripped !! "

Mamta's face turned red in blush. She found his comment so hot and kinky. She whispered back with a shy smile -
"t..thanks .. daddy"
*A ripped fruit* Mamta was recalling this compliment again and again in her mind and smiling,

Suddenly Kirthi interrupted, 
Kirthi: "sit down Mamta or your legs will get tired" 

Steve: "looks like Mamta has strong THIGHS and will not shiver easily. Am I right baby doll? " 

Mamta face got turned red completely. It was such a hot and filthy comment. Her pussy twiched hearing this comment and she gasped. Mamta was thinking about the way he praised her. He didn't say *strong legs* but *strong thighs* Damn, he was already talking about sensual parts of Mamta. Mamta was feeling used to it now. She was liking his nature, his compliments. She looked around for a seat but the couch was already full. There was 1 model sitting in right side of Steve and on left side Kirthi was there. Kirthi noticed it,
Kirthi: "what happened Mamta? finding seat ? let me get up, you can sit here with Daddy", 

Kirthi was about to get up but Steve stopped her by placing his hand on her thigh,
Steve: "Mamta can sit here ( pointing at his left thigh). If she has strong thighs then I am also having strong legs. Morever Mamta can confirm that later. are you fine with that baby girl? " 

Mamta felt so trapped. She couldn’t deny or agree. If she deny she would be considered as a naive girl and Kirthi might feel embrassed. If she allow, her soul would be cursing her for behaving like a bitchy girl who agreed to sit on a stranger old man thighs. But she didn't have much time to think. Steve has already ignited her fire. Mamta stopped overthinking and nodded finally.
Wo khud se ek gair mard ki thighs par baithne ja rhi thi this thought alone was making her feel so humiliating. Mamta sit on Steve thigh in slow motion while looking at him. Steve didn't break his eye contact with her and waiting like a predator for his beautiful meaty prey,

Steve: "keep your hand like this Mamta, Be relaxed .. " 
Saying that Steve hold Mamta's hand and let it pass over back of his neck towards his right shoulder. Ab aisa lg rha tha jaise koi girlfriend apne sugar daddy ki god me apni marzi se baithi hai, 




Mamta's heartbeat was damn high, She was feeling tipsy, She was sitting in Steve's lap and her back was on Kirthi side. It means Kirthi couldn’t see what they were doing. Steve picked up his drink glass from table and took a sip. He looked at mamta and moved drink near to her face,
Steve: "do you drink baby doll? "
Mamta didn't want to lie. She nodded with a shyness. 

Steve: "Good Girl, this is one of best wine, a fine one..just like you. First Smell it and then take a sip." 
He brought glass near Mamta nostrills. Mamta was feeling so embarrassed while following his instructions. She took a sniff and then a sip. Steve was looking at her the whole time and smirking while thinking how badly he gonna fuck her in upcoming days,



Suddenly Kirthi phone rang. She picked it.
Kirthi: "coming yar.. why are you shouting Javed?" 

Steve: "What happened Kirthi? " 
Kirthi: "Daddy I have to go. My bf javed, he is calling me downstairs. I'll be back in sometime, Mamta, do you wanna come with me Jaan? "


TO BE CONTINUED ...