Punjab ke industrial area Ludhiana se Delhi tak, Singh family ka naam bada tha. Balwinder Singh, 48 saal ke, ek bade textile company ke CEO. Unka ghar 5 acre mein bana hua haveli jaisa, luxury cars, servants, sab kuch. Unki biwi Harpreet Kaur bahut dominant thi – ghar ki malik, har decision woh leti. Unki ek hi beti, Simran Kaur, 23 saal ki, bilkul spoilt rich princess. Lambi, gori-chitti, sharp features, long black hair, figure 34-26-36 – gym aur yoga ki wajah se perfect. Simran ko designer clothes, bags, shoes ka bada shauk tha. Arranged marriage? Bilkul nahi pasand.
Ek din ghar mein bada hungama ho gaya.
“Simran! Tera rishta final ho gaya hai. Rajveer wale family se, woh bhi ameer hain, business match hai,” Harpreet ne zor se kaha, haath mein coffee cup pakde.
“Mummy, main nahi karungi! Woh banda boring hai, main apni life khud choose karungi,” Simran ne jawab diya, apne phone pe shopping cart dekhte hue.
Harpreet gusse mein laal ho gayi. “Theek hai! Ab se tera credit card band, allowance zero. Daddy ke paas bhi mat jaana. Ghar ka paisa sirf un logon ke liye hai jo family ki izzat rakhte hain. Ja, ab khud kamana apne kapde!”
Simran shock ho gayi. Usne pehle bhi mummy se ladai ki thi lekin itna strict kabhi nahi hua. Uske wardrobe mein naye season ke dresses chahiye the – Milan se imported, Paris fashion week style. Lakhs ke. Bank account khali, cards blocked.
Raat ko Simran apne room mein baithi soch rahi thi. Daddy Balwinder office se late aate the. Mummy already so chuki thi apne alag room mein (kyunki unka marriage sirf naam ka tha ab, business aur izzat ke liye saath).
Simran ne decide kiya – daddy se baat karni padegi. Woh jaanti thi daddy usse bahut pyar karte hain, uski princess kehte hain. Par yeh baar alag thi.
Raat ke 11 baje, Balwinder study room mein whiskey peete hue laptop pe kaam kar rahe the. Door knock hua.
“Kaun hai?”
“Daddy… main hoon, Simran.”
“Aa ja beta, andar aa.”
Simran andar aayi, sirf ek tight pink tank top aur short silk shorts pehne hue. Uske nipples thode outline dikh rahe the, hair open. Balwinder ne dekha toh thoda uncomfortable feel hua lekin smile kar diya.
“Kya hua meri jaan? Mummy se ladai?”
Simran daddy ke chair ke paas baith gayi, unke pairon ke paas floor pe. “Daddy, mummy ne mujhe cut off kar diya. Mere cards band, paise nahi. Main naye clothes ke liye paise chahti hoon. Please daddy… aap hi meri madad kar sakte ho.”
Balwinder sigh kiya. “Beta, mummy ghar ki boss hai. Agar woh nahi chahti toh main bhi limited hoon. Company ka paisa alag, personal alag.”
Simran ne unki thigh pe haath rakh diya, dheere se massage karte hue. “Daddy… aap CEO ho, aap kuch bhi kar sakte ho. Main aapki favorite beti hoon na? Sirf ek baar… mujhe 10 lakh de do. Main sab manage kar lungi. Aur main aapko kuch special dungi jo aap kabhi nahi bhoologe.”
Balwinder ka breath tez ho gaya. Simran ki aankhon mein woh forbidden look tha. “Simran… yeh kya bol rahi hai tu?”
Simran ne unke zip ki taraf haath badhaya, dheere se rub karte hue. “Daddy, hum dono jaante hain ki mummy aapko satisfy nahi karti. Main dekhti hoon kaise aap raat ko akela rehte ho. Yeh sirf ek secret help hai… beti apne daddy ko khush karegi, aur daddy beti ko paise de denge. Forbidden hai, lekin feel toh bahut accha hoga.”
Balwinder ka lund already hard ho raha tha shorts ke andar. Woh struggle kar rahe the par Simran ne unka belt khol diya, zip down ki. Unka mota, 7 inch lund bahar nikla, veiny aur throbbing.
“Waah daddy… itna bada hai aapka. Mummy waste kar rahi hai isko,” Simran ne whisper kiya Punjabi accent mein, aur apna haath lapet liya uske around.
Dheere dheere upar neeche karne lagi. Soft, warm hand, long nails lightly scratch karte hue. Balwinder moan kiya, “Simran… yeh galat hai beta… tu meri beti hai.”
“Shhh daddy… bas enjoy karo. Yeh sirf haath hai, baaki kuch nahi. Aapko paise chahiye? Main toh de rahi hoon apna pyar.” Usne speed badha di, thumb se tip rub karte hue, precum ko spread karte hue pura shaft pe.
Room mein sirf unki saans aur haath ki awaaz. Simran ne apne tank top thoda neeche kiya taaki uske cleavage dikhe, aur ek haath se apni choochiyan dabate hue daddy ko dikha rahi thi. “Dekho daddy, yeh sab aapke liye hi bana hai. Mummy ko mat bataana.”
Balwinder ne aankhein band kar li, haath Simran ke baal mein ghusa diye. Simran expert ban gayi – tight grip, twist karte hue, balls ko gently massage. “Jaldi se nikal do daddy… main chahti hoon aap mere haathon pe release karo.”
5 minute baad Balwinder ka body tense hua. “Ahhh Simran… beti… main aa raha hoon!”
Thick white cum jets mein nikalne laga, Simran ke haath, fingers, even thoda uske tank top pe. Simran smile karte hue saaf karti rahi, phir apne haath chaat li thoda sa – taboo taste.
“Daddy… yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Agar mujhe roz paise chahiye toh main roz aungi.”
Balwinder thak kar chair pe let gaye, lekin khush. “Kal subah tere account mein 15 lakh. Aur jo kapde chahiye order kar le. Bas yeh secret rahe.”
Simran ne unke lund ko kiss kiya tip pe, “Thank you daddy. Aapki forbidden beti hamesha aapki hi rahegi.”
Subah mummy office chali gayi thi. Simran ne naye dresses order kar diye – Gucci, LV, sab. Phir shaam ko phir daddy ke study mein gayi.
Is baar woh sirf silk robe pehne thi, andar kuch nahi. “Daddy aaj thoda aur time do. Main aapko full relaxation dungi.”
Balwinder ab resist nahi kar pa rahe the. Simran ne unhe sofa pe litaya, unka lund bahar nikala aur dono haathon se handjob shuru kiya. Lubricant jaise apna saliva use karte hue. Dheere se, phir tez. Kabhi kabhi apni choochiyan lund pe ragadti, nipple hard.
“Tell me daddy, mummy se zyada accha lag raha hai na mera haath?”
“Haan beti… bahut accha… tu meri rani hai.”
Simran ne speed badhaya, dirty talk mein Punjabi mix: “Daddy ji, aapka lund bahut mota hai, meri choti si mutthi mein nahi aa raha. Phir bhi main aapko khush karungi. Paise ke badle yeh forbidden chudai nahi, sirf haath se pyar.”
Balwinder ne uske boobs dabaye, nipples pinch kiye. Simran moan kar rahi thi. Last mein phir cum – is baar usne apne muh ke paas rakha, thoda taste kiya aur smile ki.
Aise hi din guzarne lage. Har hafte 2-3 baar yeh secret session. Simran ko unlimited shopping, trips, sab mil raha tha. Mummy ko kuch pata nahi. Ek din Simran ne even video banaya secretly apne phone pe – daddy ke lund pe uska haath, uski awaaz “Simran… meri beti…”
Yeh unka forbidden bond ban gaya. Rich beti aur uska CEO daddy – paise ke badle taboo pleasure.
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