Fucking my indian step-daughter | her pussy is way tighter than her mom's | Step-daughter | Indian | Short Sex Story

Karl had always had a thing for his voluptuous Indian step-daughter, Preeti. With her massive tits and wide hips, she was the spitting image of every man's fantasy. But poor Preeti was as innocent as they came, having been sheltered by her traditional family all her life.

One day, while they were alone at home, Karl decided to take advantage of the situation. He sat down next to Preeti on the couch and put his arm around her shoulders. "Preeti," he began, trying to sound casual. "You know how most fathers and daughters have a special bond?"

Preeti looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean, Dad?"

"Well, I mean...you know, some fathers and daughters are closer than others. They share everything, even secrets."

Preeti frowned. "I don't understand."

Karl took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Okay, let me be blunt. In many families, it's not uncommon for stepfathers to have sex with their stepdaughters."

Preeti gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "What? That's disgusting! Why would anyone do something like that?"

Karl shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just one of those things that happens sometimes. And besides, you missed out on that whole experience when your real father left us."

Preeti shook her head vehemently. "No way, Dad. That's wrong on so many levels. I could never do something like that with you!"

After Preeti firmly declined his advances, Karl reluctantly realized that he needed to respect her boundaries. Despite his desires, he knew that he couldn't force himself on her. So instead, he gently caressed her cheek and gave her a soft peck on the forehead.

"It's alright, Preeti," he said soothingly. "I won't push it any further if you're not comfortable. I just thought it might be nice for us to have a closer relationship since we're family now."

Preeti looked up at him, her expression still filled with confusion and disbelief. "But why did you say such awful things to me, Dad? That's not true, is it? Not everyone does that kind of stuff within families."

Preeti's eyes widened in horror as Karl pulled out his phone and started scrolling through explicit images of people engaged in various sexual acts under the guise of being step-parents and step-children. She couldn't believe what she was seeing - her own step-father was showing her these disturbing pictures as proof that incestuous relationships were commonplace.

"See, Preeti?" Karl said, holding up the phone triumphantly. "People do this sort of thing all the time. Sure, it might not be socially accepted, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen."

After several moments of tense silence, Preeti spoke up hesitantly. "So, um, you're saying that this kind of thing can actually be beneficial for our relationship?"

Before Preeti could respond to Karl's suggestion, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Surprised, she froze for a moment before instinctively responding to his gentle probing. Their tongues met, twirling together in a sensual dance that set Preeti's pulse racing.

As they kissed, Karl's hands wandered upwards, tracing the curve of her waist and coming to rest on her full breasts. He squeezed them softly, eliciting a low moan from Preeti as she arched her back, pressing herself into his touch.

Breaking the kiss, Karl gazed deeply into Preeti's eyes, seeking permission to continue. "Is this okay, Preeti? Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

Blinking rapidly, Preeti struggled to regain her composure. She couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, but she knew that she didn't want it to stop. Nodding silently, she whispered, "Y-yes, Dad. I like it..."

A slow smile spread across Karl's face as he continued to massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. "Good girl," he murmured, planting tender kisses along her jawline. "Just relax and enjoy the moment..."

As Karl's lips trailed down Preeti's neck, leaving a trail of hot, lingering kisses in their wake, she couldn't help but sigh in pleasure. His skilled mouth and talented hands ignited a fire within her that threatened to burn out of control.

Her inhibitions melted away as she surrendered herself to the moment, tugging gently at his hair as he worshipped her body with reverence. His large palms enveloped her heavy breasts, squeezing and massaging them through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Without missing a beat, Karl slid Preeti's top over her head, exposing her round, supple breasts encased in a sexy pink lace bra. He marveled at the sight before him, admiring the contrast between her dark brown skin and the delicate fabric.

He couldn't help but compare her to his wife, Preeti's mother, whose petite frame and smaller chest had always left him wanting. But Preeti was different – she was curvaceous, voluptuous, and oh-so-sexy. Every inch of her body called to him like a siren song, begging him to lose himself in her embrace.

Gently, he unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect, firm globes. He cupped them in his hands, feeling their weight and size, loving every second of it.

"God, Preeti, your body is incredible," he breathed, leaning down to flick his tongue over one stiff nipple. "So much fuller and sexier than your mom's."

Preeti moaned at his words, her hips bucking slightly as he continued to suck and bite at her sensitive peaks. She had always known she was bigger than her friends, but hearing her step-father praise her body in such a way made her feel desired and wanted in a way she never had before.

Karl continued to shower her with compliments as he stripped her completely naked, admiring every curve and roll of her gorgeous form.

"Your thighs are so thick and juicy, I can barely wait to taste you," he groaned, trailing his fingers down her stomach and between her legs.

Preeti spread her legs wider, granting him access to her dripping wet pussy. She was already soaked, her arousal evident on her inner thighs.

Karl chuckled, pleased with her response. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," he teased, stroking her outer labia with his thumb.

Preeti's bold statement rang through the room, filling the space with an electric charge. She looked directly into her step-father's eyes, her gaze steady and determined. "Dad, I want us to get closer together. You can do whatever you want with my body."

Preeti's gaze dropped to Karl's lap, where his bulge was clearly visible through his pants. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, suddenly aware of the gravity of her request.

"Um, before we, uh, go any further, Dad, I want to see your penis first," Preeti stammered, averting her gaze.

Karl raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her demand. "Sure thing, Preeti. Anything for you."

He stood up from the couch and began to undo his belt, his movements deliberate and measured. Preeti watched as he slowly revealed his member, her heart beating faster with each passing second.

When Karl finally pulled down his pants and underwear, Preeti couldn't help but gasp at the sight before her. His penis was long and thick, jutting out proudly from a nest of dark hair.

"Wow," Preeti breathed, unable to take her eyes off of it. "It's so…big."

"Do you want to suck it, baby?" Karl asked as he flapped his cock around

Preeti hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Dad, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. Can't we just keep touching each other for now?"

Karl furrowed his brow, "Preeti, if you really want to make our bond stronger, you need to be willing to try new things. Trust me, you'll love the feeling of my cock in your mouth."

Preeti gulped, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement wash over her. "But what if I don't do it right? I've never done this before."

Karl placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, Preeti. I'll guide you every step of the way. Just remember to relax and breathe through your nose."

Preeti took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. "Okay, I'll try. But please be patient with me."

Karl smiled warmly, "Of course, Preeti. I'll always be patient with you."

He then helped Preeti get into a comfortable position, sitting on the edge of the couch with her knees bent and legs spread apart. Karl stood in front of her, his cock already hard and throbbing.

"Now, Preeti, take the tip of my cock into your mouth and start swirling your tongue around it. Don't use your teeth, just your tongue."

Preeti followed Karl's instructions, cautiously taking the tip of his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The salty taste of his precum filled her senses, surprising her with its potency.

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Karl gently grabbed hold of Preeti's head, guiding her movements. "That's it, Preeti. Now take a little more of me into your mouth."

Preeti complied, taking more of Karl's cock into her mouth. She could feel herself starting to gag, but Karl's gentle guidance kept her grounded.

"Relax, Preeti. Breathe through your nose and focus on the sensation. Feel me deep inside your mouth, filling you up."

Preeti took several deep breaths, centering herself and relaxing her throat muscles. With each breath, she took more of Karl's cock into her mouth, eventually taking him all the way in.

Karl let out a low groan, his grip on Preeti's head tightening. "That's it, Preeti. Just like that. Oh god, you feel amazing."

Preeti feels overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, but also excited and turned on. She continues to suck on Karl's cock, using her tongue to tease the underside of his shaft. Meanwhile, Karl's hands explore her body, groping and pinching her nipples roughly.

"God, Preeti, you have no idea how badly I've wanted this," Karl murmurs between kisses. "Your mom never appreciated me the way you do."

Preeti tries not to let her step-father's words bother her, focusing instead on the task at hand. She takes his cock deeper into her mouth, feeling it twitch and pulsate as she sucks harder.

Karl lets out a loud moan, his hips bucking upwards. "Fuck, Preeti, you're gonna make me cum."

Preeti pulls back, stroking his cock with her hand as she catches her breath. "Not yet, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me first."

"I can't fuck your pussy like in the movies, baby" Karl explained. "This means I'd take away your virginity and I can't do that"

Preeti stops mid-thrust, confused and disappointed. "What do you mean, Daddy? Don't you want to take my virginity?"

Karl shakes his head, looking serious. "No, Preeti. It's important for you to save that for marriage. But that doesn't mean we can't still enjoy each other's bodies in other ways."

Preeti considers his words for a moment before asking, "Like what?"

Karl grins wickedly. "Like fucking your beautiful Indian asshole, my darling. It's a different kind of pleasure, but trust me, it's worth exploring."

Preeti hesitates, unsure if she's ready to try anal sex. But she trusts her step-father, and the idea of pleasing him excites her.

"Okay, Daddy. I'll try," she says, biting her bottom lip anxiously.

Karl kisses her forehead. "Good girl. Lie down on your stomach, and I'll make you feel so good."

Preeti does as she's told, feeling nervous but also a little thrilled at the taboo act they're about to engage in. Karl starts by massaging her buttocks, kneading the flesh with his strong hands. He then moves on to her asshole, rimming her gently with his tongue before gradually inserting a finger.

Preeti gasps at the unfamiliar sensation, but soon finds herself relaxing into it. Karl adds a second finger, stretching her out gently.

"Ready for me, Preeti?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes, Daddy," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

Karl lines himself up and slowly enters her, pushing past the resistance of her tight ring. Once he's fully seated, he pauses for a moment to let her adjust to the sensation.

"How does it feel, baby?" he asks, nuzzling her neck.

"Full...but good, Daddy," Preeti replies, her voice shaking slightly.

Karl begins to move, pistoning his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Preeti moans in pleasure, feeling every inch of him inside her.

"Does it feel good?" Karl taunts, his voice dripping with dominance.

"Yes, Daddy. So good," Preeti confesses, her inhibitions melting away under the intensity of their lovemaking.

Karl picks up the pace, driving into her with increasingly forceful thrusts. Preeti meets him stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of sinful pleasure.

Eventually, they reach their climax simultaneously, Karl flooding her ass with his hot semen as Preeti cums around him, milking every last drop from his cock.

As they collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied, Preeti can't help but feel closer to her step-father than ever before. Preeti kisses Karl on the mouth and sleeps on his chest.

"That was amazing, dad" Preeti squealed. "I can't tell mom about this! We're going to be a big happy family"

Preeti's words hang heavy in the air, and Karl freezes, realizing the magnitude of what Preeti is suggesting.