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# Posted: 3 Feb 2006 18:02
Hi girs l its me Priti , My Dad Manish Agarwal , and I started our Daughter/dad relationship in a very negative way. He and I never got along when I was younger. I found him very cold and cruel. Until then I thought he was the meanest man in the world and quite possibly the most revolting. He was never an attractive man, although from photos, he did look pretty sweet when he was younger. He had that tall, college professor/artist thing going on and always had a beard and a thick head of dark hair. While I got Dad's brown eyes, I got Mom's pale auburn hair, clear skin, great body and her beautiful smile. My mom and me live together. And my dad live in separate house.Iuse to visit her often.
Then I saw him in a very different light. His reaction to us leaving him shocked me; he cried whenever he saw me, told me he loved me and that he was sorry he hadn't been a better man, a better father, a better friend, to me. I began to become aware that his cruel personality came from fear and insecurity.
Poor Daddy, I thought. He was absolutely misunderstood.
I invited him over a couple of times to the house when Mom went out.
Sometimes I'd skip school to have him over. Most of the time, we'd play chess, or just sit around and talk. We ended up becoming really good friends, and I felt better than ever about my life and my relationship with him. I finally saw him as someone attractive, and someone worthy, someone who truly loved me and made my life richer for knowing him. I forgot about the past and began a new relationship with him.
It was almost noon, and I'd come home from school to meet Daddy at the house. He was already there, waiting for me. He carried some flowers for me - daisies! My favourite.
I grinned and gave him a huge hug, thankful for the break in my horrible school day. He smelled fantastic, a spicy sweet scent which lingered on his neck when I hugged him close.
"You smell good." I told him, taking the flowers, "Thank you, they're stunning."
"I couldn't resist getting them for you, my baby." "Coffee, Daddy?" I asked, walking into the house. "Sure, I'd love it." He walked in behind me and shut the front door. "Your mom at work?"
"Yeah. She wont be back until late tonight, Mr Ahmed mentioned something
about dinner or a party." "Ahmed her boyfriend?" I caught the frown on his face and smiled comfortingly at him. "Something like that. Don't worry Daddy, you'll always have me."
He smiled, his eyes shining happily. "The love of my life." He said.
I felt my heart warm to that idea. I suddenly felt the same. The love of my life, he was. He was the only man who I was really close to. Before he and I became friends, I had no real male role models, or even friends for that matter. Now he was the one and only man in my life who I wanted to spend any time with. We shared so much, and we now got along very well.
"Feeling's mutual gorgeous," I smiled and got the milk from the fridge.
"Really? I'm the love of your life, am I?" He chuckled. "You have a long way to go before you can make that statement with any real honesty, baby."
"No, I mean it, Daddy." I wandered over to hug him again, slinging my arms around his waist. I felt his belly against my breasts. "I might marry someone else, but I've really begun to feel strongly for you. I think you're totally misunderstood. People don't understand you. But I do."
He looked down at me, shocked at my words. "Do you mean that?"
"Absolutely." I wiggled against him. "I think you're brilliant!"
Suddenly I felt something stirring against my belly. At first I thought it was his fingers tickling up lightly against me, but I knew it couldn't have been. His penis was stirring lightly. Dad huge cock touching my ass, I blushed, giggled lightly and stepped back, moving back to the kitchen. "Sorry baby." He blushed, too. "It's okay." I laughed. There was an awkward silence and I made two coffees. "Hey, come and look at some Internet sites with me. I'll show you what I've been doing." Then we went to computer dad showing me some web sites. "managed a laugh, "OH really Daddy?" I cried, "And you would know this how?"
He patted my shoulder, "Never mind."
We looked at the photo again for a few seconds, in silence, before I clicked out of it, and back to the main porn page. I didn't think twice about going back into the index page to open up some more pictures.
"All these girls are young." I griped. "And all the guys have huge..." I didn't know what word to use. "Anyway Dad, we shouldn't be looking at these pictures. I'll show you my website."
He didn't reply. I could tell the photos were making him think of something. I thought about whether his penis which had moved earlier, when I hugged him, was getting harder, or sore, or whether it was fully hard. I glanced out the corner of my eye to try to see, but he was standing too far back. He kept his hand on my shoulder as I surfed to my website and showed him my internet friends, and what I'd done.
I could feel him standing behind me, could feel the wavering heat from his body as he almost pressed up against my shoulders, Dad touching his lund so hard on my ass and massaging my shoulders while talking to me and staring in my breast. ""That's some website you've got there baby." He said proudly.I smiled. "Thanks." "You've done really well. I'm so proud of you and your talents." Nobody mentioned the intimate nature of our situation.
"Thanks Daddy."
"Okay, lets go back to that other site now!" He said cheekily.
I turned my head to him, and found my nose almost pressing into his beard.
I pulled back a little bit, and inhaled his smell.
"You really want to?"
"Mm I would love to." He nodded, and glanced at me. Our lips were so close, I wondered what I should do. I turned back to the screen and shifted slightly in my chair, clicking back to the porn site. "Now. Let me show you something."
Dad's hand covered mine on the mouse. He began clicking links to some new sites and pictures. I let him, feeling his hand warm and covered around mine fully. The computer scenery was all nudity, female shots and got boring after a while, until he came to some far more interesting photos. while showing this he was touching my legs with his lund.
They were all of cocks and men's bodies. He clicked on a couple to enlarge the cock photos.
"Wow look at that guy! He's having the time of his life." Dad laughed.
The man's face was not in the picture, it was an amateur shot of his cock getting hard in his own hand, as he stroked it. There was a series of seven photos with the man's cock getting redder and harder, then finally bursting with cum. I was silently looking at the photos as Daddy surfed through them. My hand under his became sweaty on the mouse and I felt my breathing get shorter.
"Pretty interesting stuff you have access to here, Priti baby." He said. I smiled again, my eyes gorging on the photos. I began to feel my pussy tingle lightly, moisten gently too.
"Yeah, I think I'll bookmark this page." I joked.
"You like that man's cock?"
I almost shuddered at the sound of Dad using that word. But then again, it fit perfectly. This was a cock. A hard, pounding cock spewing with cum. I licked my lips and swallowed hard on my tight, wet throat. I blushed.
"I guess." "What about it do you like?" "I don't know Dad!" I cried, embarrassed. "Well, why do you like it?""It's huge!"
He laughed and I began to feel less concerned. This was normal and natural. Again, it felt right. Once I got past the embarrassment, it actually felt very good.
"I like his ... I like those." I pointed to the man's balls. "And I like that it's got a head on it. It looks prettier."
"Circumcised you mean?" he said, "Yes, most men are."
"Really?"
"I know I am," he smiled kindly.
I had pictures of his penis in my head, and now it had more clarity. I could see it vividly in my own mind, and again I wondered what it was doing, whether it was getting harder yet. I looked back and down to look, without thinking. Daddy stepped back, a bit shocked at my thoughtless scrutiny. I blushed and quickly looked away.
"Trust me, baby." He touched my neck again, "I am."
This time his touch had a softer, gentler feel to it. He began to massage lightly against my neck again, stroking and caressing my shoulder. He leaned down over my shoulder again so that he was close to me again while his hand massaged my neck and shoulder muscles through my thin silk school shirt.
We continued to look through the site. I let my eyes feed on the pictures.
"Yes. I would have to agree with you there. Men love doing that."
I was astonished. They did? How very cool! "Really!?" "Absolutely. One of the best things about being a man is being able to taste that." My father sighed.
I turned to look at him again. Suddenly his face looked delicious. I thought about kissing him. I thought about biting him and sucking on his neck. My mind began to spin a little and I felt like closing my eyes and going to sleep, head over heels drifting. My legs felt weak, my hands felt sore and tingling. In fact I felt warm tingling sensations all through my body, running through my veins.
I sighed and leaned in to kiss his neck. He felt my lips at first kiss-bite through his prickly beard, then my tongue breaking through the stubble to his skin.
He seemed shocked, but didn't move. I felt his hand clasp lightly around my neck again, near my throat. His fingers closed in around my throat gently so when I swallowed, he could feel the motion of my swallowing. Then he turned his own head and our mouths met. We kissed like lovers. Lovingly, deeply.
I had never felt anything like it. My own father kissing me, his mouth open. I felt the kick in my belly spreading juices around inside me, leaving my panties sopping wet with the sensation. I couldn't believe the eroticism of it.
Suddenly his mouth opened wider and he slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. I began to suck on it and I felt him moan with pleasure.
His hand came around from my shoulder down around to near his other hand - near my throat - bypassed it, and stroked down under my shirt to clasp my right breast in his firm, hard, molesting grip. I felt the heavy pressure of his massaging on my breast in waves, like a rhythm of soothing warmth.
"Mmmmm," he breathed his heavy Dad breath into my mouth, Oh Priti baby give ur dad ur body now make ur dads day baby Priti suck ur dad lund meri jan Priti ur my wife and daughter today"Baby."
I pressed back in my chair and began to undo the buttons on my shirt while he mauled my naked breast with his hungry hand.
"Daddy..." I pressed his hand harder into my aching breast. "Make me feel good." I begged in a whisper.
His kisses ran from my lips and wet mouth to my neck, near his hand on my throat. His mouth opened as he ate my flesh passionately. I reached up around his head and pulled him down into my chest further...
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