Misc. Erotica Daddy's Little Princess - By Novelist Casanova

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Dad stood facing me, his hands sliding slowly up my body, palms gliding over my hips before moving higher. His fingers eased under the edges of my white bra cups, pushing the material up just enough to cup my bare boobs directly. His palms squeezed my boobs gently, fingers spreading wide to hold the full mounds, thumbs rubbing slow circles over my nipples. Each squeeze made my boobs compress warmly in his hands, the rounded boobs yielding soft under his firm yet tender grip, sensitive nipples hardening sharper, throbbing under his thumbs as he kneaded the boobs in rhythmic, loving pulses. The pressure sent jolts from my nipples straight down to my pussy lips, my boobs molding to the shape of his large palms, every subtle rub making the nipples ache against his fingertips, the full boobs shifting and quivering with each breath I took.

His other hand slipped lower, fingers sliding under the waistband of my white panties, pushing the cotton aside to cup my bare pussy. His palm pressed flat against my pussy lips, middle finger gliding slowly along the slick outer pussy lips, then dipping between them to rub my inner pussy lips and circle my clit. The touch made my pussy lips part wider, slickness coating his finger as he rubbed my clit in slow, gentle circles, the swollen clit throbbing under his fingertip, fresh juices leaking down my inner thighs. His fingers squeezed my boobs and rubbed my pussy in matching rhythm, making my nipples and clit pulse in sync, body trembling with unwanted pleasure.
He breathed ragged against my ear, voice low and shaky. "Sudha... I need a cold shower. I have to control myself. This is too much... I cannot keep touching you like this."
I shook my head, cupping his face again. "No, Daddy. Do not take a shower. Stay with me. You have given me everything my whole life. You have always kept me happy. Now it is my turn."
His hands paused on my boobs and pussy, fingers still inside my white panties and under my white bra, but he looked at me with guilt. "Sudha... I do not deserve this. I have tried to be a good father."
I held his face gently, looking into his eyes. "You have been the best father. Remember when I was five and cried for that red bicycle? You rode twenty kilometers on your old cycle to get it the same day. When I was eight and wanted dance classes, you worked extra shifts at the mill to pay for them. When I was twelve and wanted a new phone, you sold your gold chain to buy it. When I was fifteen and asked for a scooter, you took a loan so I could ride to college safely. When I was seventeen and wanted to go to that concert in Bangalore, you drove me there yourself and waited outside all night. When I was ten and wanted that big doll house, you built it yourself from wood you bought. When I was thirteen and wanted new clothes for the college function, you bought me three dresses even though money was tight. When I was eighteen and wanted to learn guitar, you bought me the instrument and paid for lessons. When I was six and scared of the dark, you slept on the floor beside my bed for weeks. When I was nine and wanted a puppy, you brought home a little one and took care of it with me. And you loved me so much that you named your rice mill Sudha Rice Mill. Every bag of rice, every sale, every success... you did it for me."
Tears filled his eyes. "Sudha... you remember all that?"
I nodded, tears in my own eyes. "Every single thing, Daddy. You gave me the world. Now let me give you something back. I am grown up. I know what I want. It is my turn to make you happy."
He exhaled shakily, fingers trembling on my boobs and inside my white panties. "Sudha... you are too good. Too kind. But I am your father. This temptation... it will ruin us. I am scared. I hate myself for wanting you so badly."
I squeezed his hands, holding them against my boobs and pussy. "Do not hate yourself. You have given me strength my whole life. Now let me give you strength. I love you, Daddy. I want you to feel good. I want to make you happy the way you always made me happy. Please... trust me."
He looked at me, eyes glistening. "My girl... you give me courage. I do not know how, but you do. I love you... more than anything."
I hugged him tighter, pressing my boobs in the white bra against his chest, my pussy lips pulsing around his finger inside my white panties. "I love you too, Daddy. Forever."
We stood there, hugging close, his hands still on my boobs and inside my white panties, forbidden love and guilt mixing until I could not tell where one ended and the other began.


Dad stood facing me, hands shaking as he held my waist over the white panties, fingers gripping the bare hips just above the waistband, palms hot against my navel area. His touch was nervous, hesitant, thumbs rubbing small, uncertain circles on my hips, as if afraid to move higher or lower.
I reached down with my right hand, sliding my palm over his dhoti, finding the thick cock already hard beneath the material. I grabbed his cock over the dhoti gently, fingers wrapping around the rigid length, feeling the hot, throbbing cock pulse against my hand through the thin dhoti cotton. The cock felt thick and heavy, veins prominent under my fingers, the head swollen and pushing against the dhoti seam, balls heavy below. I stroked him slowly, up and down the full length of his cock over the dhoti, thumb rubbing the swollen head in small circles, feeling the cock twitch and harden even more in my grip, pre-cum soaking through the dhoti to wet my fingers.
Dad's breath hitched, body tensing. "Sudha... no... we cannot... this is sin... I am your father..."
I kept stroking his cock over the dhoti, slow and firm, feeling every throb, every pulse. "Daddy, do not fight it. I want this. I want to give myself to you. I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. Not some boy from college. Not anyone else. Only you."
His cock jerked in my hand over the dhoti, shame and lust warring in his eyes. "Sudha... please... I am ashamed. My own daughter touching me like this... I should stop you. I should run. But... God help me... I cannot."
I squeezed his cock gently over the dhoti, feeling the thick length swell under my fingers, head leaking more pre-cum through the material. "Do not be ashamed, Daddy. I love you. I want you to have me. I want you inside me. I want you to be my first. Please... let me make you happy."
He groaned low, hips twitching forward into my hand. "Sudha... you are so young... so innocent... your boobs in that white bra, your pussy under these white panties... I should not want this. I should protect you. But I am weak. I am scared."
I stroked his cock faster over the dhoti, feeling the balls tighten below, the cock throbbing hot in my grip. "You have protected me my whole life, Daddy. Now let me give you something. I am ready. I want you to take my virginity. I want to feel your cock inside my pussy. I want to be yours completely."
His voice broke, tears in his eyes. "Sudha... my beautiful girl... you tempt me beyond reason. Your hand on my cock... it feels so wrong... but so good. I hate myself for this."
I leaned in, pressing my boobs in the white bra against his chest, still stroking his cock over the dhoti. "Do not hate yourself. You deserve this. You deserve me. I love you, Daddy. Let me show you how much. Let me give you my virginity. Please... take it. Take me."
He groaned again, cock pulsing hard in my hand over the dhoti, pre-cum soaking through more. "Sudha... I am terrified. But... your words... your touch... you make me want to give in."
I squeezed his cock firmly over the dhoti, feeling the thick length throb desperately. "Then give in, Daddy. I am yours. My pussy is yours. My virginity is yours. I want you to be the one. No one else."
His hips bucked slightly into my hand, shame and lust mixing in his eyes. "Sudha... my love... I cannot fight this anymore. You have given me strength. I love you... I want you."
I smiled through my tears, still stroking his cock over the dhoti. "Then take me, Daddy. I am ready. I am yours."
We stood there, his hands on my waist, my hand on his cock over the dhoti, forbidden desire burning between us, guilt and love twisting together in every heartbeat.