Happy Daughter's Day SweetSUduha26
Story of Love and Romance of a Daughter & her Dad
Hi! This is Shruthi, a cute girl of 20 years and doing BBA 2nd year. In my family we are three in total. My Mom Kriti 41, dad Shashidhar 43. My mom and dad's marriage is a love marriage. She was dad's junior in the college. The moment dad completed his graduation he married mom and later she completed her graduation.
Dad owns a business firm in which around 120 employees are under him. Of which 60% of the staff are women. Dad gives much emphasize for women's empowerment and hence 60% of his staff is young and energetic women.
My mom is a beautiful woman with proportionate stats. Dad loves mom a lot. Dad usually says that I am a replica of my mom.
Now coming to me as I said I am a young girl of 20 with fair complexion and hour glass figure. My stats are 32B+ -28 -33. My waist being very slim my front assets I mean my breasts jets forward through my dress. My figure is such that any dress will suit me. So I wear all types of modern dresses also.
Generally salwar suits, jean shirts, and leggings and tops. As I told you that I am doing my BBA 2nd year in a local college. According to the college system BBA 2nd year students during their II semester have to do an internship course for three months in any firm. Now I am in II semester and I have chosen to do my internship form my dad's firm only.
The incident I am going to narrate occurred during my internship. First fifteen days went off easily. Learning and preparing statements and charts etc. Apart from this I also learnt that how dad is respected in the company. Though there are around 60% women working he respected all and treated them well. Then I also came to know that there are a lot of women who adore him for his charming looks and handsomeness.
There are about 8 to 10 women who are trying their best to be in his looks and mostly wander around him. One day I even heard three women were sitting under a tree during lunch recession. One is around 35, 36 the other two are around 25 or so. All are good looking.
Their talk was about Dad's handsomeness and generosity of dad and thinking that can they possess him. One even said "Yar.. bus ek bar let him fuck me.. Then I am not bothered to die also."
The other said... "Han padma... meri rat ki neend haram kardi sir ne.. rat bhar ungli dalke use sir ka lund samajh thi hun.."
The third one may she is Padma "yar ek bat bolun.. do din pahle mere pati mujhe le rahe the to mujhe mere pati ke jagah sir dikhe...aur mei josh me mere pati ko gand uthate cheekhi kahi thi "sir jor se peliye.. bahut khujli ho rahi hai han han sir aur jorse..." and my husband was shocked. When he asked me about who this sir is.. somehow I managed.
I thought 'how can these women talk like this?'
But at the same time there is a tingle in my body as I am listening. 'My god what these girls are talking' I thought... I also came to know through their talk that at least another three are there who want to fuck with him. Then for the first time I looked at dad with a different view.
But one thing I found in recent is that Dad is also showing more interest in me.. I mean there is a change in his looks at me.. I find him looking at my boobs stealthily. His touch has changed. It is not the touch of a father to his daughter... always I find that his looks are following me. And I felt the pin pricks of his looks in my taut Butt and waist.
I don't know whether I am correct or not but that is my feeling. Time has to say whether I am correct or not.
A month passed.
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That day as usual dad came to the college to pick me at the lunch hour. Then we went to a hotel to have lunch. I sat lowering my head. My friend Sireesha's words are ringing my mind. 'Is what she said is true?' I am thinking.
She said "Shruti your dad is looking at you with desire filled eyes.. it seems he wants to fu... enjoy you...". Nasty girl, her thoughts are always that side only... few days back she said she wanted to fuck daddy... 'chi.. how can a dad look at his daughter like that..?' I thought.
Thinking that when I lifted my head and what I saw made me shocked. Dad is staring at my chest. But now it seems what she said is correct. When I saw myself I noticed that my dupatta had been displaced from my breasts. The swell and the cleavage are revealed prominently. Dad is staring at them unblinkingly. Through my top my boobs are swelled up. I was shocked to notice this. Quickly I lowered my head. After a minute or so when I lifted again, dad's looks are still lingering there only.
I thought of covering my dupatta then again thought if I do it dad will come to know that I observed his looks and he will be embarrassed, which I don't want and I left it as it is... giving some more opportunity to him to stare tat them.
On one side I am feeling uneasy for his looks on the other side my body is tingling for the same. My body is responding to Dad's looks. When I looked at dad's eyes his looks were different. They are not the looks of father at his daughter. These looks are different. I also noticed that his left hand is under the table and it is moving slowly.
I could not believe what I am seeing. 'Why dad is staring at them like that..? What his hand is doing under the table..? Is he fondling himself...?' the thought increased my breath. There formed a thin film of sweat on my forehead. And suddenly I found my breasts turning heavy and my nipples turn stiff.
There is a feeling that my boobs are swelling. 'What is happening to me? Why is my body responding to his looks? Why that prickly sensation on my TITs. Am I enjoying his looks..? Then thought of covering my breast with dupatta but I don't know why...
"Sir bill" with server's words I came to the senses. Don't know how I ate or what I ate. "Shruti are you alright? You didn't have your lunch properly" dad asked.
I could only mumble "It is ok Dad, I am fine..."
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Days were passing. Day by day my life is turning differently. Now I am not concentrating on my internship properly. I thought of stop going to the company. But the moment lunch bell strikes I am eagerly waiting for my dad. On any day if he is late by even five minutes I am getting uneasiness.
Is really dad is looking at me in a different way or am I looking at him in a different way... I did not understand. In the office now dad started touching me very frequently. Once I found a mistake in the firm's financial statement and when I showed to dad.. "My god.. Shruti.. you are genius.. though I have seen it half a dozen times I could not found it... really you are great. He hugged me so tight that my breast are crushed under his chest and kissed my cheek with force.
Even at home he is touching me now and then like pinching my nose, cheek, or rubs his palm on it, tapping my shoulder as if to get my attention. Two three times he even brushed my bobs and bum cheeks casually. But all these are happening when mom is not around.
Now at home he is wandering around me. Wearing soft cotton tracks regularly and I am sure that he is not wearing any under garment. Because of this; his hanging male organ, its size and shape between his thighs is clearly visible. Though in shrunken state its size and thickness is clearly seen. Once mom said 'why he is wearing such things' he said that "dear..it is for you, you enjoy watching at it isn't it?" and mom smiled and said..
"It is ok dear but Shruti is around.. at least when she is at home don't wear such" dad said ok but not changed his dressing. I smiled myself.
But one thing.. I too started enjoying this hide and seek game. At home I too started wearing shorts and Leggings. The shape of my thighs and butt are clearly visible. My short shorts were clung to my crotch and revealing the swell of it and dad ogling at it. Whenever mom is around I used to cover myself properly.
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That day is Saturday. Some festival day and dad didn't go to the firm and I to the college. I sitting in the sofa and going through the newspaper. I am in my silk leggings and tight top. I sat in the sofa folding my legs up. The heel of one leg is touching my Choot. At that time dad came into the hall and sat in front of me in another sofa.
I had a doubt whether he is observing me and slowly I looked at him by lowering the paper. He is ogling at me. When I followed his look I understood that his looks are on my rounded butts which were visible because of leggings. I felt shy but there is a smile on my lips.
Now days I am feeling shy whenever I look at dad. Now I am seeing him not as dad but as a handsome, virile man. Dad might have observed my smile he came to my side and standing at my side seeing into the paper. His waist is in level with my head. Through the corner my eye I looked at him I found there is a movement under his track.
I pretending reading the news paper but my looks was on his crotch only... Lo.. what is this? His tool is inflating. It is so close to me... hardly a foot away... there is a thrill in me. Why is it growing.. is it because my nearness.. Is it really growing or my imagination.. my head is spinning.
"What is so special in the paper that both dad and daughter are immersed in it..?" saying this mom entered the hall.
"Come I'll show what is in the news paper" saying this dad took the city edition from my side and they both sat on the opposite sofa.
I am eagerly looking at them stealthily. They opened the paper and dad showing some thing said slowly "Kriti why don't you try this..?" though he said in a slow voice, as I stretched my ears I could hear them clearly.
"Chee.. such dresses are worn by young girls like our Shrithi not me.." she said and suddenly I heard her voice... "Hey.. what are you doing...?"
I keenly looked at them. Dad turning his head kissed Mom on her cheek. Then his hands are lingering on her chest... "No.. Shriti is here..." Mom said. They are talking in muffled voice. As I am keen to listen to them I could hear.
"No.. don't..." Mom's voice.
Al these are happening behind the news paper.
"Please dear..." Dad requesting Mom. Mom is a hot lady... the moment Dad's hands are on her she forgets her surroundings. "Uff.. you won't listen" she said. Now her own hands are lingering on her chest. She might have unhooked her blouse.
"Haaa... noooo.. Shriti is here...haaa...Sss...haa.. slow..." she whispered. I am staring at them unblinkingly.
"Don't worry she is immersed in the news paper..." Dad's voice and I saw dad pulling Mom's hand on his crotch. Though Mom hesitated in the beginning, she caught Dad's tool in her fist over the track.
I just sitting there and seeing them from behind the news paper. With in no time it had grown to its full Zenith. It had become difficult for me to control my excitement any more. There are cramps in between my thigh centre. I am rubbing my twat with the heel of my one leg. But I didn't get any relief. I wanted to scratch my Snatch with a rough file.
