My name is Rahul. I am 46 years old, a successful businessman in Mumbai. I have a beautiful 21-year-old daughter named Priya.
Priya has always been my princess. But somewhere in the last two years, my innocent beti had turned into a woman with a body that could make any man lose control. She had a perfect 34-26-36 figure, smooth fair skin, long black hair, and big innocent eyes that still called me “Papa” with the same sweet voice.
It started after her mother went to stay with her grandparents for two months.
One evening, I came home early from the office. Priya was in the living room wearing a thin pink nighty that barely reached her mid-thighs. The material was so soft that her hard nipples were clearly visible.
“Papa, aap jaldi aa gaye?” she smiled.
I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept going to her deep cleavage and thick thighs.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. For the first time, I masturbated thinking about my own daughter.
The Seduction
A few days later, Priya came into my bedroom at night wearing only a towel.
“Papa, the AC in my room is not working. Can I sleep with you tonight?”
My throat went dry. I nodded.
She dropped the towel and wore only a tiny black bra and matching panties in front of me without any shame. Then she climbed into my bed and pressed her soft body against mine.
“Papa… I feel so safe with you,” she whispered, putting her head on my chest.
My cock was painfully hard. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I slowly started rubbing her back. My hand moved lower and lower until I was gently squeezing her round ass.
Priya didn’t stop me. Instead, she let out a soft moan.
“Papa… aap kya kar rahe ho?” she whispered, but her voice was full of lust, not anger.
I lost control.
I pulled her on top of me and kissed her hard. Priya hesitated for a second, then started kissing me back like a hungry slut. Our tongues fought as I squeezed her juicy ass.
I unhooked her bra. Her big, firm tits spilled out. I sucked on her pink nipples like a madman while she moaned loudly.
“Papa… yeh galat hai… lekin itna accha lag raha hai…”
I pulled her panties down. Her pussy was completely shaved and dripping wet. I pushed two fingers inside my own daughter’s cunt.
“Aaahhh Papa!” she screamed.
I finger-fucked her hard while sucking her tits. Within minutes, Priya came violently on my fingers, her body shaking.
She looked at me with lust-filled eyes and whispered:
“Papa… mujhe chahiye aapka lund.”
First Time
I took out my thick 7.5-inch cock. Priya’s eyes widened.
“Itna bada hai Papa…”
I made her suck it first. My innocent beti turned into a cock-hungry whore. She gagged and slobbered all over my dick, looking up at me with teary eyes while calling me “Papa”.
I couldn’t wait anymore.
I laid her on the bed, spread her legs wide, and rubbed my cockhead on her tight virgin pussy.
“Papa… dheere se…” she begged.
I pushed inside my own daughter. Her tight cunt stretched painfully around my thick cock. Priya screamed as I took her virginity.
Once fully inside, I started fucking her with long, deep strokes. The sound of her wet pussy and her loud moans filled the room.
“Papa! Harder! Fuck your beti harder!”
I pounded her mercilessly. I fucked my daughter in missionary, then doggy style, slapping her ass red while calling her my personal randi.
When I was about to cum, she wrapped her legs around me.
“Papa andar hi daal do… mujhe pregnant kar do!”
I exploded deep inside my daughter’s womb, filling her with thick ropes of forbidden cum.
The Addiction
After that night, there was no going back.
We started fucking every single day. Sometimes multiple times.
Priya became completely addicted to her Papa’s cock. She started wearing the shortest clothes at home. She would come sit on my lap while I worked, grinding her wet pussy on my dick.
One day she wore her mother’s saree and came to me like a newlywed bride.
“Papa… aaj apni beti ko biwi bana ke chodo.”
I fucked her on the dining table while she was still wearing the saree, pallu pulled down and blouse open.
We became reckless.
I fucked her in the kitchen while the maid was in the next room. I fucked her in the car in the parking lot. I even fucked her ass for the first time on her birthday, making her scream “Papa!” at the top of her lungs while I filled her tight asshole with cum.
Pregnancy Risk
Two months later, Priya came to me with a pregnancy test.
“Papa… it’s positive.”
Instead of fear, we both felt extreme arousal. I fucked her even harder that night, knowing my seed had taken root in my own daughter’s womb.
“Humara beta hoga ya beti?” she moaned while riding me.
“Doesn’t matter,” I growled. “I will keep fucking you anyway.”
Two months had passed since that sinful night when I first took my own daughter’s virginity. Priya was now completely mine. My sweet, innocent beti had transformed into a cock-addicted slut who couldn’t live without her Papa’s lund.
Every morning she would wake me up with her warm mouth wrapped around my cock. Every night she begged me to fuck her like a randi.
But things were getting more dangerous… and more exciting.
The Pregnancy
One morning, Priya came running into my bedroom with a pregnancy test in her hand. Her eyes were shining with lust instead of fear.
“Papa… dekho… positive hai,” she whispered, biting her lip.
She was pregnant with her own father’s child.
Instead of shame, a dark thrill ran through my body. I pulled her close and kissed her hard.
“Ab tu sach mein meri ho gayi hai, Priya.”
That night, I worshipped her body like never before. I made her stand in front of the mirror while I fucked her from behind.
“Dekh… Papa ka bacha tere pet mein hai,” I growled, rubbing her still-flat stomach as I pounded her wet pussy.
Priya moaned loudly, “Haan Papa… aapki beti ko pregnant kar diya… ab roz chodiye mujhe.”
I filled her pregnant pussy with a massive load, knowing my seed had already taken root inside my daughter.
The Growing Belly
As weeks turned into months, Priya’s belly started swelling beautifully. Her tits also grew bigger and heavier, becoming extremely sensitive.
At five months pregnant, she looked incredibly hot. Her breasts were now full D-cups, and her ass had become even rounder. She started wearing tight clothes at home that showed off her pregnant belly proudly.
One evening, she wore a red saree — the same one her mother used to wear. She came to me like a pregnant bride.
“Papa… aaj apni pregnant beti ko chodiye.”
I couldn’t control myself. I pulled her pallu down, opened her blouse, and sucked on her swollen, milky tits. Small drops of milk were already leaking.
I bent her over the sofa and fucked her hard from behind, her pregnant belly hanging as I slammed into her.
“Harder Papa! Fuck your pregnant beti!”
Her moans were louder than ever. I slapped her ass and pulled her hair while destroying her dripping cunt.
When I came, I pushed deep and filled her again, even though she was already carrying my baby.
Risky Games
Our relationship became bolder and riskier.
One Sunday, when my sister (Priya’s bua) came to visit, Priya sat on my lap the entire time — my cock buried deep inside her under her long skirt. While talking normally with her bua, I slowly fucked my pregnant daughter in secret. Priya had to bite her lips to stop moaning.
Another time, I fucked her in the balcony at night while the neighbors were outside. She had to keep quiet as I pounded her pregnant pussy against the railing.
Priya’s favorite new kink was calling me “Papa” while getting fucked roughly.
“Papa, aapki beti ko aur pregnant kar do… ek aur bacha chahiye!”
The Lactation
At six months, Priya’s breasts started producing milk properly. One night, she climbed on top of me and squeezed her tits.
“Papa… piyo na… aapki beti ka doodh.”
I latched onto her nipple and drank her sweet milk while she rode my thick cock. The taste drove me crazy. I fucked her harder, sucking her milk as I filled her pussy again.
Milk leaked from her nipples as she came violently, screaming “Papa!” at the top of her lungs.
The Future
Now Priya is seven months pregnant. Her belly is big and round, but she still begs for my cock every single day.
Last night, while I was fucking her in missionary, she held her belly and looked into my eyes:
“Papa… jab yeh bacha paida ho jayega… tab bhi aap mujhe chodenge na?”
I kissed her deeply and thrust harder.
“Hamesha, meri jaan. Tu meri randi beti hai… forever.”
She smiled like a satisfied slut and whispered:
“Main hamesha Papa ki beti rahungi… aur Papa ki whore bhi.”
