After my first wife passed away during the pandemic, I remarried. I’m 45, and my new wife is 43. She brought along her daughter, Sonam, a 21-year-old stunner who moved into my house. Sonam’s beauty is enough to drive any man wild—her curvy figure, sultry walk, and innocent smile ignite a fire in the loins. Her fair skin, full, perky tits, and round, juicy ass are pure perfection. To be honest, I married her mother not just for companionship but with the wicked intention of tasting Sonam’s youthful body. I’d planned it from the start, so I felt no hesitation diving into the forbidden with my stepdaughter.
I live in Kanpur, where I run a thriving business. Money’s never an issue—my house is loaded with every luxury. Now, with a new wife and a smoking-hot stepdaughter who always seems ready for a fuck, my life’s a wet dream come true. As they say, I’ve got my fingers deep in the honey jar. Sonam’s a dance teacher, hits the gym regularly, and has millions of followers on YouTube. Yet, she’s surprisingly innocent—no boyfriends, no flings, just a pure, untouched beauty. There’s nothing like the thrill of defiling a virgin pussy like hers.
My wife’s a college professor, buried under a mountain of work, so she’s barely home. I’m often out for business too. Sonam’s busy with her dance classes in the mornings and evenings, leaving the house mostly empty. But Wednesdays are her day off, and I made sure to keep mine free that week. I’d been eyeing her for too long, slowly weaving my charm around her, seducing her with my wealth and attention. I’d trapped her in my web of lust, and all that was left was to seal the deal. I vowed that Wednesday would be the day I’d fuck her senseless.
That morning, my wife left for work at 8 AM, wishing Sonam a happy birthday before heading out. I’d already congratulated her, setting the stage for a special day. We planned to go out for dinner and cut a cake that night, but my real plan was to bury my cock in her tight pussy during the day. I took her to the mall at 10 AM, splurging on her every whim—dresses, tops, anything she liked. I dropped nearly 30 grand, including a slutty little nightdress that was so sheer it left nothing to the imagination. When she hugged me in the mall to say thanks, her firm tits pressed against my chest, and my cock instantly went rock-hard. I knew I had to get her home and fuck her brains out.
Back at the house, I sprawled on my bed and called Sonam over. “Show me all the clothes we bought,” I said, my voice thick with anticipation. She happily went to change, parading each outfit in front of me. Every dress made her look hotter, but I wasn’t watching the clothes—I was drooling over her bouncing tits and plump ass. Finally, I told her to try on the nightdress. She hesitated, blushing, and said, “Dad, what’s the point of showing you a nightdress?” I smirked, “Come on, let’s see how gorgeous you look in it. It’s a stunning dress, but you’re even hotter.” I added, “Don’t wear anything underneath—just the dress.”
She resisted at first, but I reminded her of the fortune I’d spent on her. Reluctantly, she agreed and slipped into the tiny red nightdress. When she walked in, my jaw dropped. Her big, round tits were practically spilling out, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her ass cheeks jiggled with every step, and I could see the faint outline of her pussy. My cock throbbed in my pants, and my breath quickened. She was a fucking goddess.
I stood up, arms open, and she melted into my embrace. I kissed her forehead, then her soft cheeks, my hands sliding down to her waist. I grazed her flat stomach, circling her navel. She stayed silent, but her breathing grew heavy. Then she whispered, “Dad, this is wrong.” I chuckled, “Wrong? You’re so fucking beautiful, Sonam, so damn sexy—any man would lose control. I’ll give you everything you want, just let me love you.” My hands slid to her ass, squeezing those firm cheeks.
She murmured, “What if Mom finds out?” I laughed, “She’s at work all day. We’re alone here, baby. We can fuck whenever we want.” She hesitated, “Not every day, Dad, that’s too much.” I nodded, “Fine, whatever you say.” Then I pulled her close, yanking off her nightdress. Her naked tits bounced free, pink nipples begging to be sucked. I grabbed them, kneading hard, and she moaned, “Aaahhh…” I attacked her lips, sucking her tongue, tasting her sweetness.
I pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top. Spreading her thighs, I stared at her glistening pink pussy, already wet for me. I dove in, licking her clit, slurping her juices. “Ooohhh… Dad… uunnhh…” she moaned, her body trembling. I alternated between sucking her tits and eating her pussy, driving her wild. She grabbed my cock, stroking it, then shoved it in her mouth. “Mmm… Dad, your cock’s so big…” she mumbled, sucking me deep. I groaned, thrusting into her throat, her gagging sounds making me harder.
Then I flipped her over, licking her tight little asshole. She went crazy, screaming, “Dad, fuck me! I’ve been dying for your cock. I watch you fuck Mom every night through the keyhole, pounding her pussy and ass. Do that to me!” Her dirty talk set me on fire. I positioned my thick 7-inch cock at her pussy’s entrance and slammed in. “Aaaahhh… Dad… it hurts!” she screamed. I rubbed her clit, soothing her, “First time always hurts, baby. It’ll feel good soon.” Slowly, I pumped in and out, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice. “Oohhh… uunnhh…” she moaned, pain turning to pleasure.
Within ten minutes, she was bucking like a porn star. “Harder, Dad! Tear my pussy apart! Aaahhh…” she screamed. The wet slaps of my cock pounding her cunt echoed through the room—slap, slap, slap. I flipped her into doggy style, fingering her asshole while ramming her pussy. “Oooohhh… Dad, what are you doing…” she gasped, but I licked her ass and fucked her harder. For a full hour, I ravaged her in every position—missionary, doggy, her riding me like a slut. Her pussy gushed with every orgasm, “Aaahhh… I’m cumming… uunnhh!” she screamed, her juices soaking the sheets. Finally, I pulled out and shot my load all over her tits. We collapsed, panting, clinging to each other.
At 4 PM, I woke her up. My wife would be home by 5, so I heated her up again, licking her pussy until she begged, “Fuck me again, Dad… make my pussy your bitch…” I pounded her hard, the slap, slap, slap filling the room as she screamed, “Oohhh… your cock’s ripping me apart!” Another half-hour of relentless fucking, and we collapsed again, satisfied.
Since that day, I fuck Sonam daily. She’s hooked, teasing me with, “You fuck Mom at night and me during the day. You’re the luckiest bastard alive.” I just grin and dive back into her tight pussy, making it my personal playground.
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