We Are All Together Ch 15

Chapter: 15: Marketing with father.

Keya received a call from her father, Sanjay.

"Hallo, baby, are you awake?"

"Oh yes, papa."

"Good. Do you want to go for a shopping with papa or to dinner tonight? Your mom is not coming back tonight."

"Oh! It's great, papa. I'll be ready and meet you at the mall in half an hour."

"Don't worry, baby girl. We have the whole evening for us. Take your time and get ready for papa. Meet you in our stores. And it's confidential, baby; you are coming in garments you like, but no underwear because papa likes. Is my baby girl clear?"

"Oh, papa's baby girl is clear."

"And one more thing, papa doesn't like any tissue papers or handkerchiefs for cleaning. Only my baby girl arrives in her sexy outfits and the purse. Ok? Bye. See you baby girl."

Keya felt so excited, that by the time she hung the phone up, she was dripping wet under there. She spread her legs and saw the juice was going down till her thighs. She took a tissue paper to wipe the inner thighs and began to change. She is going on a date with her handsome father!

Keya chose a skirt with floral prints in cotton and a short sleeveless top with enough scope to show her cleavage and an open backside. She stood in front of the mirror, upheld her hairy armpits and let her long hair fall. She will arrange the hair taking them to her left shoulder and just a knot there. Matching make up, dark eye shadows, and deep red lipstick made her ready for the date.

Taking the purse and her cell phone, she walked out of the house and came soon to the stores nearby. It was the busy time at evening and she entered the stores with beating heart.

Sanjay welcomed his daughter with a hug and she felt his erection was poking at her abdomen. He kissed on her cheeks and whispered in her ears, "I'm starving, Baby."

"So am I, papa."

"Then come to the office and grant me a few minutes for the date, Baby."

They went out for dinner after a few minutes. The journey was a punishment for both of them as the driver was there. In the hotel, his father has already booked a table at the farthest corner in quiet. They sat and ordered the meal and a bottle of wine.

Sanjay opened the bottle of Red Wine and handed the glass to his daughter. Keya sipped the wine and felt his legs playing on hers. They were going up under her skirt. She positioned herself in the chair and spread her legs to receive his legs. His leg touched her wetness and he finished the second glass. She finished the second glass and stood up.

"Join me in the men's toilet papa." She whispered in his ears and headed towards the toilet.

Sanjay opened the toilet door and someone clutched his collar and began to kiss him. He managed to lock the door and his lips met his daughter's soon. They were kissing like couples on date. She began to suck his tongue and he was caressing her firm ass and breasts in both hands.

"Oh! Papa, you are destroying my dress. Let me open them." She moaned.

He had hardly any time to wait for her to open her dress. He took her slander waist in his firm hands and positioned her on the toilet table facing the mirror. She thrust her ass up in air for her father and stood her legs opening.

He took her from behind. As he entered her, she let a soft moan out, and he was sure, she had been dripping for a long time. He just pushed forward.

The father clasped the daughter's waist and began to thrust his rigid pole vigorously. The in-and-out play was all they needed that time. She was sweating and so also he.

She upheld her firm round ass in air more to meet his thrush and spread her legs as far as she can. Her father was fucking her like hell. He was fucking the shit out of her. Oh what a fuck!

She was tilting her ass to meet his thrusts and letting papa slide even deeper into her squishy depth. She was ready to cum by the time. She tried to be calm and not moan in the toilet, but she could not. The idea that her father was fucking her, made her hornier and she moaned, "Oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... my god, fuck the shit out for your randy baby, papa, fuck me harder, fuck me oh fuck me...papa, make me your slut, make me your dirty randy slut. I want you to make me pregnant now. Cum in my pussy cum in me, papa, shoot deep..."

And he was also feeling a rare kind of excitement fucking her. Sure the girl is sexy, but the appeal is sexier. He began to pound her squishy pussy hard and felt a tension building deep under him. He will not last long this time. He began to give her long and deeper thrusts and each time he felt how her as was bouncing under his abdomen.

She was moaning and her pussy was clenching his cock time and again. She felt she was cumming. With a moan she came, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Papa, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh hold me papa, ohhhhh... hold your randy daughter daddy... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

And she felt a hot gush of spray in her pussy. Her father thrust his pole deeper and released his hot sticky goo in her pussy. Gush after gush he was releasing his precious juice there in her. She felt another orgasm building in her and this time she came huge, her legs shaking. She moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... daddy, hold me, I'm cumming again..."

She felt him withdrew his cock and his mouth between her legs. She sprayed a gush of pee as the orgasm was huge. He was ready for this, and took almost all the golden shower in his mouth.

She was still heaving and panting as she faced her father. He kissed her lips and she tasted her own pee for the first time. She kissed him with all passions sucking his lips and tongue. And she felt his hot sticky semen flowing down her legs. She did not care to wipe them but clenched her pussy muscles to keep the semen in there. And she kissed her father again.

When they came out, she noticed, her skirt was wet with her own pee. So was his shirt. They sat on the table and their dinner was yet to be served.

She looked straight at her father's eyes and saw lust there. How strange! She is a slut inside, she knew, but she never thought to be found herself here. Now she is here, fucking her own brother and now, her father also. He is still so energetic and huge. He can make a woman happy still now.

The waiter was staring at her sleeveless top and she remembered her hairy armpits were the show for the men around. She did not mind to cover and occasionally held her hands to adjust her hair and showed her bush.

When the dinner was over, it was still early to go home and she decided they go back to their garment stores.

Sanjay agreed and they headed for the stores. It was some ten past eight they entered and saw most of the staffs were leaving. They were happy to be alone when last of the staffs left at half past eight. The store was still open only for the daily accounts which Sanjay was busy on his desk.

Keya was roaming here and there and even tried one or two saris over her skirt. When she felt they were left alone, she knocked the door of her father. It was open and he was on his desk looking at the computer checking the sell that day. She opened her top and went straight on his lap, straddling him on the chair. Their lips met eagerly and he took her firm boobs in his hands to caress.

His fingers found her erect nipples and began to fondle them, making her shiver. She whispered, "Papa, I'm full with your cum. Do you need me to wash or not?"

"Daddy permits his slut to go and wash soon. Daddy is waiting to fill her again now and here."

Keya rushed to the attached bath and sat on the commode tugging her skirt up. With a gush of pee, she felt the sticky cum was flowing down. She emptied her bladder, put her finger inside and hauled out the remaining goo and washed with water. Then dried her and came back.

But Sanjay was not there. She wondered where he had gone. He was here checking the accounts of sale. Her top was still lying on the floor. She put it on and went out.

And there he was, on the counter, displaying clothes to a couple who did not seen to be a good match in ages. The woman was some 40 years old and the man was not more than 19. And they were standing clutching each other's arms. The woman was caressing the boy's arm and sneaking at him now and then. Keya looked how he was enjoying her company.

"Your son?" Keya could not but ask as she came by her father to help him.

"Oh, yes! But we are lovers as well." The woman gave a big wink and kissed his palm.

"How long are you seeing each other, madam?"

"Some six months. Actually we are here to buy some gift. It's my birthday. He said he'll give me some clothes he likes me to dress in."

"What kind of dress do you prefer, sir?" Keya asked the boy.

He was feeling shy, but then spoke out, "Some miniskirts, midi and something special."

Keya led them to the part where they kept miniskirts, and he chose some for her, along with a couple of midi skirts also. She then showed him some slit dress and some bareback long dresses. He chose and they went to the trial room taking all the ten or twelve dresses along with a pile of sexy matching bras and panties.

Before they closed the door, she said, "Please, feel be at home and safe. And call when you are done."

"Thank you," said the woman.

"Take your time, we are not in hurry."

And they were certainly not in hurry. As the door of the trial room closed, Sanjay almost jumped over his daughter. She was standing before the counter and he almost smashed her on the counter. She bent over and felt her father holding her neck on the table. There were clothes scattered all over and she landed face over them.

He held her hair and then kissed her neck. She felt his manhood poking at her back and she tried to unbuckle his belt taking her hands back. As she unbuckled the belt and unhooked his pant, it fell on his knees, and she felt him coming close on her back. He was holding her hair and waist tightly, and then he began to kiss her neck, ears and her shoulder.

Keya felt her pussy dripping. She was anticipating her father enter her. But he was on his knees, hiking her skirt up to her waist and spreading her firm ass cheeks.

As his tongue touched her black sphincter, she could not stop moaning. The loud moan of pleasure must not be missed by the mother and son in the trial room, and Keya wondered, they must have been fucking like hell in there.

Back there, Sanjay had begun to eat his daughter's ass and pussy, giving long licks upward from down there her pussy lips to her ass hole. With each wet licking, she felt a cold hiver running down her spine and she was sure, she would not last long.

She felt her clit was burning, and a tension building deep in her belly. She was moaning, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Usssssssssssssssssssss... sssssssssssssssssssssss... eat me, daddy, eat me clean, eat your slut clean and dry... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

She lifted her ass to meet his tongue and with her loud moaning, she came, crying, "I'm cumming, I'm Cumming, Oh, yesssssssss, hold me dad, hold meeeeeeee..."

When she came she felt her daddy accepting her love-juice eagerly as she sprayed her cum like a maniac. He cleaned her with his tongue and caressed her firm ass. She was panting and she fell on the table. Soon her Daddy joined her. He whispered in her ears, "Do you come always so wet, baby? Do you always squirt when you come?"

"Yes! Papa, your baby girl is a slut. She is a squirting whore."

"Like mother, like daughter. You know, baby, your mother squirts every time she comes."

"When you said mother, I remember, there's mother and son fucking there in the trial room. Don't we need to peep how are they going on, papa?"

He guided her to his private chamber and there was a secret window that gives a clear vision of the trial room. She set her eyes and saw the mother bending over the back of the chair in her red miniskirt her son has chosen. Her son was at the back of her, tugging the short cloth up to her waist and pushing his enormous tool in and out of her juicy cunt. She was trying to muffle her moans gagging her old panty.

Keya saw this and felt her pussy tingle. She felt the urgency to be fucked. Her clit got erect and pussy dripping juices were making her restless. She looked back to her father and saw he had already dropped his pant and playing with his erection.

Keya sat on her knees taking her daddy's tool in her mouth and soon she was giving him a full wet blowjob taking his shaft all in her throat gagging and sucking. He held her long hair in his hands and began to face fuck her. She enjoyed the hard and dirty strokes daddy was pushing. She caressed daddy's ass, and then she smeared them. Daddy was shocked. He stopped his face fucking.

"Ohhh! Baby! What are you doing with daddy?"

Keya did not say a word. She could not say anything with her father's cock deep in her throat. She then placed her slander fingers on the crack of her daddy's ass. He shivered. As Keya found the opening of daddy's ass, she began to touch it with her finger nails. Sanjay was shocked again.

Actually there were more to come as Keya lubricated her index finger putting it into her own wet pussy. She placed her index on the opening and pushed inward slightly. Her father let out a loud moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh baby..."

She did not stop and pusher further. Her slippery finger was in and her father felt a little pain and a rare kind of sensation as his ass was on fire. She took her finger out and Sanjay heaved a sigh, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Keya offered her hand to her father. He did not make out what she was up to. So she touched his lips with her fingers. Only then he opened his mouth and tasted the pungent smell and taste of his own sphincter. She was searching for his saliva. He spat on her fingers and she smeared the lubricant. During all these, she did not forget to eat her papa.

Sanjay shivered again as his daughter's index go straight into his asshole. He had never dreamt of his ass to be fingered. He tried to relax his ass, the tight muscles to be free and let his daughter not to hurt him. She felt papa relax, and put another finger. The lubricant helped her.

Sanjay is now feeling a rare kind of sensation under there as her finger joins another and soon by the third. She was then doing that in and out, in and out like men does with a woman. There was a strange numbing sensation as his daughter pumped three fingers in and out of his asshole.

"Are you ready" she asked breathlessly. He could hear his baby girl were just as excited as he was. He sucked air in through his teeth. Then Keya stopped and asked did it hurt. Surprisingly enough it didn't. He said, "Do it. Pound my ass baby." He felt how her fingers go in all the way and come out smoothly. She has begun finger fucking her papa with slow deliberate strokes then faster and faster harder and harder.

"I 'm coming" he grunted and pushed his cock deeper into her throat and pulled her hair as close to him as possible. She was almost chocked as she felt the huge tool shook and began to release the sticky goo. She could not take the entire load at first. And as she sucked the first load, the second load that followed immediately, came out of her mouth, and some through her nose. She almost vomited. Tears rolling down her eyes as she let her papa's tool come out of her mouth. "God that was great" he said, gingerly pulling his baby girl in his arms. She was still panting for breath.

She recovered her breath and looked up to her papa. "You've almost choked me, papa. What if I've died?"

"Sorry, baby. I could not resist. It was my first anal. You know how does a virgin feels to cum first, don't you? " he hugged her close and she kissed his lips. He tasted his own cum with this kiss. It's not that horrible to kiss her lips full with his sticky goo.

"Do me now, papa. I'm dying to have you there."

"Look before we start. What if they have finished by now?"

"I bet they won't." she was sure but peeped for the mother and son. She was on the floor on her fours in doggy style and her son was pumping her from the back. She looked back and asked to stop. Then she sat and took his cock in her mouth and sucked for a while. They kissed and she stood up to try another dress. He sat on the chair to inspect her changing in the long midi with low neck line, bare back and a slit from the thigh.

Keya saw the mother posing seductively her leg shown from the slit and hand on her maintained slander waist. She crooked her head and her son almost jumped at her. They began to kiss and Keya heard her prey, "Oh! Baby, do me now. Fuck the shit out of mummy. We are getting let. I want you to cum in mummy's pussy now."

And the boy almost pressed her on the wall, taking her in arms. She tangled her leg around his waist and her arms were around his neck. Keya heard her moan as her son shoved his cock in her. He began to push and pull soon while clutching her open leg through the slit of the midi around his waist.

Keya took her father's arm and led him to the counter and she stood bending on the desk, her skirt hiked up to her ass. She adjusted her long hair which was a mess after the whole evening and whispered, "Do me now, papa. Go inside your girl. I'm dying for a fuck."

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When Sanjay came in his daughter's pussy after she sprayed a gush of her cunt juice and pee that he succeeded to drink all on hearing her orgasmic moan, the mother and son was still not out. She was panting after a good satisfying fuck and orgasm her father prized.

Keya almost jumped and straighten her skirt as she saw the mother-son coming out. The mother was still holding her son's arm tight. She smirked as her eyes met Keya's.

As Keya was packing the dresses, the mother asked, "Aren't you the daughter of Mr.Sanjay?"

"Yes. You know papa?"

"I'm a regular at this store. I live some two crossing away from you. By the way, did he fuck the shit out of you? I heard you shouting in satisfaction."

"Ohhhh... he did. And what about you?"

"My boy is huge and so energetic! I think, I can never stop taking him. For the last six months, he made me feel alive. I've been starving after my hubby's death last year and had stopped seeing other men around who used to fuck me regularly."

"You were a regular with other men when your husband was there? Did he have any problem?"

"No. he was a loving husband and we shared a healthy sex life. He loved me a lot. Actually it was my habit that I used to hunt for men. I was a whore inside. But now my son is here. And as he settles in Mumbai in his job the next year, we'll marry. I want to give birth to his children as many as I can. I'm 40 now and still fertile to give birth to at least five or six babies. I dream of a family large enough."

Handing over her clothes, Keya told, "You are lucky. All my best wishes are with you."

"You are no less lucky to have your father fucking you so lovingly. Best of luck for tonight."

Keya giggled, "No, no, best of the FUCK tonight, birthday mother."