Aleem Baig woke up at 5:00 in the morning. Stark naked, he sat up and found his beautiful teenage daughter Naila 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 Naila'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.
Aleem 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.
Naila 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," Naila 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 Naila'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.
Naila 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.
Aleem Baig breaks his daughter's seal:
Delhi is a wild place! It's a jungle full of sexual creatures hunting for sex and love.
Aleem Baig began fucking his daughter only a few days after his wife's funeral. At 19, Naila 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, Aleem 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.
Aleem Baig was also a broken-hearted man. He had loved Naila's mother very much. She had been ill for two whole years before she died. Naila 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 Naila 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, Naila knocked on her father's bedroom door and walked in. Aleem Baig was caught off guard. He had no shirt on, and though his shalwar was still on, his cock was fully erect.
Naila 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.
Aleem 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, Naila 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.
Naila 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, Aleem 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!"
Naila 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.
Naila 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!"
Aleem 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!
Naila 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.
Aleem 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.
