13-03-2026, 05:15 AM
I cupped Dad's face between my hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks slowly, holding his gaze while his hands rested nervously on my waist over the white panties, fingers gripping my hips just above the waistband, palms hot and trembling against my navel area.
"Daddy," I said softly, voice trembling with emotion. "All these men look at me every day. They lust after me so much. In college, the boys in my class stare at my boobs in my white shirt, watch my nipples poke hard over the shirt when I lean forward, follow my ass cheeks jiggling under my navy blue skirt when I walk. The senior boys wait outside the classroom just to see my thighs when my skirt rides up, whispering how they want to grab my boobs and squeeze my ass cheeks."
Dad's jaw tightened, eyes darkening with jealousy, hands squeezing my hips harder over the white panties. "Sudha... do not tell me these things. It makes me angry."
I kept stroking his cheeks. "The principal too, Daddy. He calls me to his office for small reasons, eyes fixed on my boobs pushing against my shirt, on my navel peeking when I sit. He stares at my pussy area under my skirt, imagining what is under my white panties. Even your friends, Daddy—Uncle Ravi, Uncle Kumar—they come home and watch me when I serve tea, eyes on my boobs bouncing in my t-shirt, on my ass cheeks in my shorts. They talk about how hot I am, how they wish they could touch me."
His cock throbbed harder against my belly through his dhoti, jealousy burning in his eyes, voice low and rough. "Sudha... stop. Hearing this... it makes me furious. They have no right to look at you like that."
I leaned closer, pressing my boobs in the white bra against his chest. "But they do look, Daddy. They lust after me. Every single one of them wants me. But I do not want them. I belong only to you. Only to you, Daddy. My boobs are yours. My pussy is yours. My ass cheeks are yours. My virginity is yours. No one else will ever touch me. Only you."
His breathing grew heavier, hands sliding up to squeeze my boobs over the white bra, fingers trembling with emotion and lust. "Sudha... you say that... and it makes me feel... lucky. Possessive. Angry at them... but so proud that you choose me."
I nodded, tears in my eyes. "Yes, Daddy. Only you. I do not want any other man. I want you to be the one who takes me. I want your cock inside my pussy. I want to give you everything. Please... take me. Make me yours completely."
His cock pulsed hard against me over the dhoti, hands squeezing my boobs firmer, thumbs rubbing my nipples over the white bra. "Sudha... my girl... hearing you say that... it drives me mad. I feel jealous of every man who looks at you. I feel angry they dare to want you. But... I feel so lucky. So blessed that you want only me."
I stroked his cheeks again. "I do want only you, Daddy. No one else. You are the only man I love. The only man I trust. The only man I want inside me. Let go of the fear. Let me make you happy. Let me give you my virginity. Please."
His voice broke with emotion, eyes glistening. "Sudha... you make me feel... strong. Wanted. Loved. I was so scared... but now... I want you too. I want to be the one. I want to claim you."
I smiled through my tears, hugging him tighter. "Then claim me, Daddy. I am yours. Forever yours."
His nervousness faded, replaced by raw lust and emotion, hands squeezing my boobs harder over the white bra, cock throbbing desperately against me over the dhoti. "I love you, Sudha. My beautiful girl. My everything."
I hugged him close, tears on my cheeks. "I love you too, Daddy. Take me. Make me yours."
We stood there, embracing tight, his hands on my boobs, my body pressed to his, forbidden desire burning hotter than ever.
I stood facing Dad, my hands sliding up his shirt, fingers working the buttons one by one from the top. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, parting the material to reveal his chest, then pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms and drop to the floor. His white banian hugged his chest, the thin material stretched over his muscles. I tugged the banian up, peeling it over his head, removing it completely, leaving his upper body bare.
Dad's breath hitched, eyes wide with nervousness, hands still on my hips over the white panties. I reached for the knot of his dhoti at his waist, fingers teasing the fabric. "Daddy... do not feel shy," I whispered, voice soft and encouraging. "Let me see you. I want to see all of you."
He swallowed hard, voice trembling. "Sudha... this is... I should not let you... I am your father..."
I tugged the dhoti knot gently, loosening it slowly. "You are my father, and I love you. I want this. I want to see your cock. I want to feel it. Do not be shy, Daddy. Let me take care of you."
The dhoti loosened, and I pushed it down his hips, sliding the material over his thighs, teasing him as it lowered. "Look at me, Daddy. See how much I want you. Your cock is so hard for me... I love that. It makes me feel special."
The dhoti fell to his ankles, leaving him standing only in his white underwear. The white underwear stretched tight over his thick cock, the cock outlined clearly, head swollen and pushing against the cotton, balls heavy below. A dark wet spot showed at the tip where pre-cum leaked through the white underwear.
Dad's face flushed deep red, hands shaking on my hips, voice low and embarrassed. "Sudha... do not look... I am so ashamed... standing like this in front of you..."
I stepped closer, pressing my boobs in the white bra against his bare chest, my hand sliding down to grab his cock over the white underwear. I stroked him slowly, feeling the hot, throbbing cock pulse under my fingers through the cotton, the swollen head slick with pre-cum soaking the material. "Do not be ashamed, Daddy. Your cock is beautiful. It is so hard for me. I love feeling it like this. I love knowing you want me."
His cock twitched hard in my hand over the white underwear, breath ragged. "Sudha... this is wrong... but... your hand... it feels so good... I cannot think straight..."
I stroked him firmer, thumb rubbing the wet spot at the head over the white underwear. "Then do not think, Daddy. Feel. I want you. I want your cock inside my pussy. I want you to take my virginity. No one else. Only you."
He groaned low, hips bucking slightly into my hand. "Sudha... my girl... you are killing me... I should stop... but I want you so badly... I feel so lucky... so blessed that you want me..."
I squeezed his cock over the white underwear, feeling the thick length throb desperately. "You are lucky, Daddy. And I am lucky too. I love you. I want only you. Let go of the fear. Let me make you happy. Let me give you my pussy."
His nervousness faded slowly, replaced by raw lust, eyes darkening with desire. "Sudha... you make me feel... strong. Wanted. Loved. I cannot fight this anymore. I want you... I want to be inside you."
I smiled through my tears, still stroking his cock over the white underwear. "Then take me, Daddy. I am yours. My pussy is yours. My virginity is yours. I want you to be the one. Please... take it."
His cock pulsed hard in my hand over the white underwear, pre-cum soaking through more. "Sudha... my love... I am yours too. I want you. I need you."
We stood there, my hand on his cock over the white underwear, his hands on my hips, forbidden desire burning hotter than ever, guilt fading under the weight of love and lust.
I cupped Dad's face between my hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks slowly, holding his gaze while his hands rested nervously on my waist over the white panties, fingers gripping my hips just above the waistband, palms hot and trembling against my navel area.
I leaned in slowly, lips brushing his lips softly at first, a gentle, tentative kiss. My lips touched his in a light press, soft and warm, tasting the faint salt of his skin. I kissed him again, slightly firmer, lips parting just enough to let my tongue flick out and trace the seam of his lips. The kiss deepened gradually, my lips molding to his, tongue sliding softly into his mouth, tasting him—warm, slightly bitter from tobacco and coffee, the inside of his mouth rough and unclean from years of poor dental hygiene, teeth stained and breath heavy with a strong, musky odor. I did not pull back. I kissed him deeper, tongue swirling around his tongue, tasting every filthy corner of his mouth, the bad breath mixing with my saliva in wet, intimate strokes.
Dad froze at first, lips stiff, not kissing back. He pulled his head back slightly, voice low and ashamed. "Sudha... stop... my mouth... it is filthy. My breath is bad. My teeth... I have not brushed properly... it is embarrassing. You should not kiss me like this."
I held his face firmer, thumbs rubbing his cheeks. "Daddy, I do not mind. I do not care about your breath or your teeth. I love you. All of you. Your taste, your smell... it is you. The filth in your mouth... I love it too. I want to taste everything about you. Do not feel embarrassed. Let me kiss you."
His eyes glistened, nervousness still there, but he nodded slightly. I kissed him again, lips pressing passionately now, tongue sliding deeper into his mouth, swirling around his tongue in slow, wet circles. My lips sucked his lower lip gently, then upper lip, tasting every part of his filthy mouth—strong tobacco bitterness, stale coffee residue, the rough texture of his unbrushed teeth, the heavy, musky breath that filled my senses. The kiss was wet and deep, saliva mixing freely, my tongue exploring the unclean corners of his mouth, savoring the raw, unfiltered taste of him.
Dad hesitated for a second longer, then his lips moved back against mine, tentative at first, tongue touching mine shyly. The kiss grew passionate, his tongue thrusting deeper into my mouth, tasting me in return. He groaned low, hands squeezing my hips over the white panties.
"Sudha... your lips... they taste so sweet," he whispered against my mouth between kisses. "Like fresh honey... soft and warm... I have never tasted anything so perfect. Your tongue... it is so gentle, so eager... it makes me feel alive."
I pinched his cheeks playfully, smiling into the kiss. "Enjoy more, Daddy. Kiss me harder. Taste me as much as you want. These lips are yours. My mouth is yours. Kiss me like you mean it."
He groaned again, lips pressing harder against mine, tongue thrusting deeper into my mouth, swirling around my tongue in hungry, passionate strokes. He sucked my lower lip, then upper lip, tasting every corner of my mouth—sweet saliva mixing with his filthy breath, the kiss wet and deep, lips sliding and sucking, tongues tangling in slow, erotic rhythm. "Sudha... your lips are so soft... so full... I love how they move against mine... the taste of you... sweet and addictive... I could kiss you forever."
I moaned into his mouth again, Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm, pinching his cheeks harder, encouraging him. "Kiss me more, Daddy. Do not stop. I love your taste too. Your tongue in my mouth... it feels so good. The filth, the bitterness... I love it all. You make me so happy."
His nervousness faded, replaced by raw lust and emotion, hands sliding up to squeeze my boobs over the white bra, thumbs rubbing my nipples through the material while his tongue thrust deeper into my mouth, tasting every inch, lips sucking passionately. "Sudha... my girl... your lips... they are perfect... sweet like nectar... I am so lucky... so blessed to taste you like this."
I kissed him back harder, tongue swirling around his, lips sucking his tongue gently. "You are lucky, Daddy. And I am lucky too. These lips are only for you. Kiss me more. Make me yours."
We stood there, kissing passionately, his hands on my boobs over the white bra, my fingers in his hair, tongues tangled in wet, hungry strokes, forbidden love burning hotter with every breath.
"Daddy," I said softly, voice trembling with emotion. "All these men look at me every day. They lust after me so much. In college, the boys in my class stare at my boobs in my white shirt, watch my nipples poke hard over the shirt when I lean forward, follow my ass cheeks jiggling under my navy blue skirt when I walk. The senior boys wait outside the classroom just to see my thighs when my skirt rides up, whispering how they want to grab my boobs and squeeze my ass cheeks."
Dad's jaw tightened, eyes darkening with jealousy, hands squeezing my hips harder over the white panties. "Sudha... do not tell me these things. It makes me angry."
I kept stroking his cheeks. "The principal too, Daddy. He calls me to his office for small reasons, eyes fixed on my boobs pushing against my shirt, on my navel peeking when I sit. He stares at my pussy area under my skirt, imagining what is under my white panties. Even your friends, Daddy—Uncle Ravi, Uncle Kumar—they come home and watch me when I serve tea, eyes on my boobs bouncing in my t-shirt, on my ass cheeks in my shorts. They talk about how hot I am, how they wish they could touch me."
His cock throbbed harder against my belly through his dhoti, jealousy burning in his eyes, voice low and rough. "Sudha... stop. Hearing this... it makes me furious. They have no right to look at you like that."
I leaned closer, pressing my boobs in the white bra against his chest. "But they do look, Daddy. They lust after me. Every single one of them wants me. But I do not want them. I belong only to you. Only to you, Daddy. My boobs are yours. My pussy is yours. My ass cheeks are yours. My virginity is yours. No one else will ever touch me. Only you."
His breathing grew heavier, hands sliding up to squeeze my boobs over the white bra, fingers trembling with emotion and lust. "Sudha... you say that... and it makes me feel... lucky. Possessive. Angry at them... but so proud that you choose me."
I nodded, tears in my eyes. "Yes, Daddy. Only you. I do not want any other man. I want you to be the one who takes me. I want your cock inside my pussy. I want to give you everything. Please... take me. Make me yours completely."
His cock pulsed hard against me over the dhoti, hands squeezing my boobs firmer, thumbs rubbing my nipples over the white bra. "Sudha... my girl... hearing you say that... it drives me mad. I feel jealous of every man who looks at you. I feel angry they dare to want you. But... I feel so lucky. So blessed that you want only me."
I stroked his cheeks again. "I do want only you, Daddy. No one else. You are the only man I love. The only man I trust. The only man I want inside me. Let go of the fear. Let me make you happy. Let me give you my virginity. Please."
His voice broke with emotion, eyes glistening. "Sudha... you make me feel... strong. Wanted. Loved. I was so scared... but now... I want you too. I want to be the one. I want to claim you."
I smiled through my tears, hugging him tighter. "Then claim me, Daddy. I am yours. Forever yours."
His nervousness faded, replaced by raw lust and emotion, hands squeezing my boobs harder over the white bra, cock throbbing desperately against me over the dhoti. "I love you, Sudha. My beautiful girl. My everything."
I hugged him close, tears on my cheeks. "I love you too, Daddy. Take me. Make me yours."
We stood there, embracing tight, his hands on my boobs, my body pressed to his, forbidden desire burning hotter than ever.
I stood facing Dad, my hands sliding up his shirt, fingers working the buttons one by one from the top. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, parting the material to reveal his chest, then pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms and drop to the floor. His white banian hugged his chest, the thin material stretched over his muscles. I tugged the banian up, peeling it over his head, removing it completely, leaving his upper body bare.
Dad's breath hitched, eyes wide with nervousness, hands still on my hips over the white panties. I reached for the knot of his dhoti at his waist, fingers teasing the fabric. "Daddy... do not feel shy," I whispered, voice soft and encouraging. "Let me see you. I want to see all of you."
He swallowed hard, voice trembling. "Sudha... this is... I should not let you... I am your father..."
I tugged the dhoti knot gently, loosening it slowly. "You are my father, and I love you. I want this. I want to see your cock. I want to feel it. Do not be shy, Daddy. Let me take care of you."
The dhoti loosened, and I pushed it down his hips, sliding the material over his thighs, teasing him as it lowered. "Look at me, Daddy. See how much I want you. Your cock is so hard for me... I love that. It makes me feel special."
The dhoti fell to his ankles, leaving him standing only in his white underwear. The white underwear stretched tight over his thick cock, the cock outlined clearly, head swollen and pushing against the cotton, balls heavy below. A dark wet spot showed at the tip where pre-cum leaked through the white underwear.
Dad's face flushed deep red, hands shaking on my hips, voice low and embarrassed. "Sudha... do not look... I am so ashamed... standing like this in front of you..."
I stepped closer, pressing my boobs in the white bra against his bare chest, my hand sliding down to grab his cock over the white underwear. I stroked him slowly, feeling the hot, throbbing cock pulse under my fingers through the cotton, the swollen head slick with pre-cum soaking the material. "Do not be ashamed, Daddy. Your cock is beautiful. It is so hard for me. I love feeling it like this. I love knowing you want me."
His cock twitched hard in my hand over the white underwear, breath ragged. "Sudha... this is wrong... but... your hand... it feels so good... I cannot think straight..."
I stroked him firmer, thumb rubbing the wet spot at the head over the white underwear. "Then do not think, Daddy. Feel. I want you. I want your cock inside my pussy. I want you to take my virginity. No one else. Only you."
He groaned low, hips bucking slightly into my hand. "Sudha... my girl... you are killing me... I should stop... but I want you so badly... I feel so lucky... so blessed that you want me..."
I squeezed his cock over the white underwear, feeling the thick length throb desperately. "You are lucky, Daddy. And I am lucky too. I love you. I want only you. Let go of the fear. Let me make you happy. Let me give you my pussy."
His nervousness faded slowly, replaced by raw lust, eyes darkening with desire. "Sudha... you make me feel... strong. Wanted. Loved. I cannot fight this anymore. I want you... I want to be inside you."
I smiled through my tears, still stroking his cock over the white underwear. "Then take me, Daddy. I am yours. My pussy is yours. My virginity is yours. I want you to be the one. Please... take it."
His cock pulsed hard in my hand over the white underwear, pre-cum soaking through more. "Sudha... my love... I am yours too. I want you. I need you."
We stood there, my hand on his cock over the white underwear, his hands on my hips, forbidden desire burning hotter than ever, guilt fading under the weight of love and lust.
I cupped Dad's face between my hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks slowly, holding his gaze while his hands rested nervously on my waist over the white panties, fingers gripping my hips just above the waistband, palms hot and trembling against my navel area.
I leaned in slowly, lips brushing his lips softly at first, a gentle, tentative kiss. My lips touched his in a light press, soft and warm, tasting the faint salt of his skin. I kissed him again, slightly firmer, lips parting just enough to let my tongue flick out and trace the seam of his lips. The kiss deepened gradually, my lips molding to his, tongue sliding softly into his mouth, tasting him—warm, slightly bitter from tobacco and coffee, the inside of his mouth rough and unclean from years of poor dental hygiene, teeth stained and breath heavy with a strong, musky odor. I did not pull back. I kissed him deeper, tongue swirling around his tongue, tasting every filthy corner of his mouth, the bad breath mixing with my saliva in wet, intimate strokes.
Dad froze at first, lips stiff, not kissing back. He pulled his head back slightly, voice low and ashamed. "Sudha... stop... my mouth... it is filthy. My breath is bad. My teeth... I have not brushed properly... it is embarrassing. You should not kiss me like this."
I held his face firmer, thumbs rubbing his cheeks. "Daddy, I do not mind. I do not care about your breath or your teeth. I love you. All of you. Your taste, your smell... it is you. The filth in your mouth... I love it too. I want to taste everything about you. Do not feel embarrassed. Let me kiss you."
His eyes glistened, nervousness still there, but he nodded slightly. I kissed him again, lips pressing passionately now, tongue sliding deeper into his mouth, swirling around his tongue in slow, wet circles. My lips sucked his lower lip gently, then upper lip, tasting every part of his filthy mouth—strong tobacco bitterness, stale coffee residue, the rough texture of his unbrushed teeth, the heavy, musky breath that filled my senses. The kiss was wet and deep, saliva mixing freely, my tongue exploring the unclean corners of his mouth, savoring the raw, unfiltered taste of him.
Dad hesitated for a second longer, then his lips moved back against mine, tentative at first, tongue touching mine shyly. The kiss grew passionate, his tongue thrusting deeper into my mouth, tasting me in return. He groaned low, hands squeezing my hips over the white panties.
"Sudha... your lips... they taste so sweet," he whispered against my mouth between kisses. "Like fresh honey... soft and warm... I have never tasted anything so perfect. Your tongue... it is so gentle, so eager... it makes me feel alive."
I pinched his cheeks playfully, smiling into the kiss. "Enjoy more, Daddy. Kiss me harder. Taste me as much as you want. These lips are yours. My mouth is yours. Kiss me like you mean it."
He groaned again, lips pressing harder against mine, tongue thrusting deeper into my mouth, swirling around my tongue in hungry, passionate strokes. He sucked my lower lip, then upper lip, tasting every corner of my mouth—sweet saliva mixing with his filthy breath, the kiss wet and deep, lips sliding and sucking, tongues tangling in slow, erotic rhythm. "Sudha... your lips are so soft... so full... I love how they move against mine... the taste of you... sweet and addictive... I could kiss you forever."
I moaned into his mouth again, Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm, pinching his cheeks harder, encouraging him. "Kiss me more, Daddy. Do not stop. I love your taste too. Your tongue in my mouth... it feels so good. The filth, the bitterness... I love it all. You make me so happy."
His nervousness faded, replaced by raw lust and emotion, hands sliding up to squeeze my boobs over the white bra, thumbs rubbing my nipples through the material while his tongue thrust deeper into my mouth, tasting every inch, lips sucking passionately. "Sudha... my girl... your lips... they are perfect... sweet like nectar... I am so lucky... so blessed to taste you like this."
I kissed him back harder, tongue swirling around his, lips sucking his tongue gently. "You are lucky, Daddy. And I am lucky too. These lips are only for you. Kiss me more. Make me yours."
We stood there, kissing passionately, his hands on my boobs over the white bra, my fingers in his hair, tongues tangled in wet, hungry strokes, forbidden love burning hotter with every breath.
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