Papa, Principal Sharma, ghar aaye toh living room mein soft light jal raha tha. Unki 21 saal ki beti Riya unke saamne khadi thi, sirf black lace bra aur matching panties mein. Uske long black hair shoulders par bikhre hue the. Papa ka dil zor se dhadka. Wo jaante the aaj raat kuch alag hone wala hai.
“Papa… aaj aap mere saath massage parlor aaye ho,” Riya ne dheere se kaha, voice mein command thi. “Aap Principal nahi ho aaj. Aap sirf ek submissive client ho. Aur main aapki professional masseuse.”
Papa ne koshish ki protest karne ki, lekin Riya ne unke suit ka coat utaar diya. “Shirt kholo. Abhi.”
Wo man gaye. Shirt, pant, underwear… sab floor par gir gaya. Unka lund pehle se hi half-hard tha. Riya ne unhe massage table (jo unhone living room mein lagayi thi) par litaya, pet ke bal. Warm oil haathon mein leke usne unki peeth pe lagaya. Slow, deep strokes. Phir neeche, thighs, aur finally unke tight balls ko gently knead kiya.
“Aap itne tight hain, Principal Sir,” Riya ne kaha, role-play fully on. “School mein itna stress lete ho… aaj main aapko release karungi.”
Usne unhe ulta kiya. Papa ka lund ab fully hard, thick aur precum se chamak raha tha. Riya ne uske upar oil lagaya aur slow handjob shuru kiya. Kabhi tight grip, kabhi sirf tip ko thumb se circle. Papa ki saanse tez ho gayi.
“Ab meri bari,” Riya ne kaha. Wo table se utri, apni panties utaar di, aur Papa ke face ke upar aa gayi. Usne apne smooth, freshly shaved pussy lips unke muh ke bilkul upar rakh di. “Face-sit karo, Papa. Apni beti ka swaad lo. Principal hone ka attitude yahan nahi chalta.”
Papa ne protest nahi kiya. Unhone apni zubaan bahar nikali. Riya ne dheere se baithna shuru kiya. Soft, warm, wet folds unke muh pe settle ho gaye. Usne hips hilani shuru ki — slow circles, phir forward-back. Papa ki naak uske clit pe dab rahi thi. Riya ne haath se unke baal pakde aur harder press kiya.
“Haan… aise hi chaato. Apni beti ka chut. Aap itne powerful Principal ho school mein, lekin yahan aap sirf mera seat ho.”
Wo thodi der facesitting karti rahi, kabhi full weight daalti, kabhi uth kar unhe saans lene deti. Papa ki zubaan uske andar ja rahi thi, clit ko suck kar rahi thi. Riya ki thighs kaampne lagi. Ek deep moan ke saath usne cum kiya — warm juices Papa ke muh aur chin pe beh gaye.
Usne uth kar Papa ko dekha. Unke muh pe uska precum aur juices mix the. Riya muskurayi.
“Ab meri pussy clean karo. Bilkul smooth. Aap shave karoge.”
Wo bathroom le gayi. Warm water, shaving cream, sharp razor. Riya bath tub ke edge pe baith gayi, legs wide open. Papa ghutno ke bal unke saamne. Usne cream lagayi — soft, white foam uske already almost-bare mound pe. Phir dheere-dheere razor chalaya. Har stroke ke baith Riya ki saans rukti. Jab last hair gaya, usne Papa ke haath se cream wipe karwaya aur unki ungliyan apne folds mein daal di.
“Feel karo. Kitni soft hai ab. Sirf aapke liye.”
Papa ke lund ne ek heavy twitch diya. Riya ne unhe bedroom le jaaya. Ab role-play change hua.
“Aap Principal ho. Main aapki student. Lekin aaj student dominate karegi.”
Usne Papa ko bed pe litaya, haath pillow ke upar bandh diye (soft scarf se). Phir usne unke lund ko muh mein liya — deep, wet, slow blowjob. Tongue se underside ko lick karte hue, tip ko suck karte hue, kabhi pure shaft ko throat tak. Papa ki hips uth rahi thi, lekin Riya ne unhe dabaya.
“Ruko. Cum mat karna. Aap sirf endure karoge.”
Usne blowjob continue kiya jab tak Papa almost edge pe nahi aa gaye. Phir ruk gayi. Facesitting phir se — is baar reverse, so Papa ke lund pe uska muh nahi, balki uski wet shaved pussy unke face pe thi, aur wo khud unke lund ko haath se stroke kar rahi thi.
Beech mein usne cuckold element introduce kiya. “Papa, socho… agar main kisi aur ko bulaun? School ka koi teacher… ya koi stranger. Aap dekhoge. Aap sirf corner mein baithoge aur apni beti ko chudte dekhoge. Aapka lund hard rahega, lekin touch nahi karoge. Aap sirf dekhoge.”
Papa ki aankhon mein mix of shame aur lust tha. Riya ne dekha aur muskurayi. “Aapko pasand aa raha hai na yeh sochna?”
Usne finally unke lund pe baith gayi. Slow, controlled descent. Uske tight, shaved pussy ne unke thick shaft ko swallow kiya. Riya ne pure weight se baith kar grind shuru kiya — circular, deep. Papa ke haath abhi bhi bandhe the. Wo sirf dekh sakte the apni beti ko upar-neeche hote, breasts bounce karte, face flushed.
“Bol do… ‘Main apni beti ki chut ka slave hoon’.”
Papa ne halki awaz mein kaha. Riya ne harder bounce kiya. “Zor se.”
“Main… main apni beti ki chut ka slave hoon.”
Riya ne speed badhai. Facesitting position mein shift karke, ab wo unke face pe baithi aur peeche se unke lund ko haath se milking karti rahi. Papa ki zubaan phir se uske andar thi. Jab Riya close aayi, usne order diya:
“Ab cum karo. Meri chut mein. Principal Papa… apni beti ke andar jhad jao.”
Papa ka body stiff hua. Thick, hot ropes uske andar shoot hue. Riya ne simultaneously cum kiya, juices mix hote hue. Wo thodi der unke face pe baithi rahi, aftershocks feel karte hue, phir dheere se utri.
Raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Riya ne unhe untie kiya, lekin submission continue raha. Usne unhe bathroom le jaakar clean kiya, phir phir se shave check kiya — koi hair nahi bacha. Phir living room mein wapas, massage table pe. Is baar Papa ne Riya ko massage diya — pure male submission mode mein. Uske body ko oil se slick kiya, thighs ke beech, pussy lips ko gently separate karke clit ko circle. Riya ne unke muh mein apni fingers daali aur bola, “Taste karo. Aapne jo cum bhara hai.”
Baad mein usne unhe floor pe litaya aur pure weight se facesit kiya — longer this time. Papa ki saans almost ruk gayi, lekin unhone continue kiya. Riya ne apne phone se video banayi, soft voice mein bolte hue, “Principal Sir ki complete surrender. Apni beti ke neeche.”
Cuckold fantasy ko aur deep kiya. Usne Papa se kahani sunayi — kaise wo kisi aur aadmi ko bulayegi, uske saamne chudwayegi, aur Papa sirf dekhkar apna lund stroke karenge, bina touch kiye. Papa ki aankhen band ho gayi, lekin lund phir se hard ho gaya.
Subah tak session continue raha. Multiple rounds — blowjob, facesitting, slow riding, dirty talk full of role-play. “Principal… aapki student aapko use kar rahi hai.” “Baap… apni beti ki chut ka taste yaad rakhna.”
Jab finally dono thak gaye, Riya Papa ke chest pe let gayi, unke lund ab soft, uske andar se thoda cum still leak ho raha tha.
“Agla weekend,” usne dheere se kaha, “massage parlor fully setup karenge. Aur shayad… ek guest bhi. Aap dekhna. Sirf dekhna.”
Papa ne kuch nahi kaha. Unhone sirf apni beti ke soft, shaved body ko hold kiya aur aankhen band kar li.
Ghar ke andar ab koi Principal nahi tha. Sirf ek completely submitted baap… aur uski beti jo rules set karti thi.
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