Dushyant Ji studied the activity around him with care, noting the security people for the visiting VIPS' were bvious. As general manager of one of the largest research centers in the country, Dushyant was used to VIPS' coming and going. Still, today was different. His boss, Bhagwati Ray , MD, Ph.D., was bringing Shiva Pharmaceuticals' board of directors in to show off their multi-billion-dollar investment. Shaking his head at the type of ass-kissing Dr. Bhagwati was apparently doing, Dushyant stepped back into his office which overlooked the reception area on one side and the area known as Lab One.

He studied his handsome face in the in full length mirror behind the door as he closed it and noticed a new gray hair nestled among the waves of black. At 40 years old, he was not only the youngest man in his position, As he contemplated the reason for the errant hair, the phone rang. Crossing to his desk, he picked up the handset, surprised to hear the voice of his 18-year-old daughter, Sarita. "Sarita, what's going on?" he asked. "Is everything okay?" "Oh, yes," she answered. "I just wanted you to know I'm home from school and to ask you about dinner." Dushyant could picture his little girl, all smiles and becoming quite a pretty young lady. Ever since his wife, Luxmi, died, his work and Sarita was all that mattered to him. "Sure, honey," he finally said. "At home or would you like to have a date with a tired, old doctor?" She giggled, but said, "Tired, huh? Then dinner at home will be fine. I'll start on the salad and I'll see you later."

He smiled at the thought of Sarita bustling around the kitchen. Since they did not require his presence at the meeting taking place in Lab One, he buzzed his secretary and told her he was leaving for the day. He also let her know if Bhagwati needed him, they could reach him at home. The ride home was quicker than usual and, before long, he was turning onto the main drive of Cascade Falls, a quiet upper-middle class housing development. He remembered the day the house was completed and the joy on Sarita's face when he finally showed it to her. Keeping the house a secret was difficult while they were building it, but somehow he managed to hide the construction costs from the household budget program. Closing the garage door behind him, Dushyant entered the house and looked around, a feeling of pride swelling inside him. He remembered his poor roots and marveled from time to time how hard work could pay off. Turning into the kitchen, he saw Sarita hard at work slicing tomatoes for the salad and humming a tune he couldn't recognize. He could smell steaks broiling and he was slightly embarrassed when his stomach growled, a reminder that he had missed lunch due to the project startup procedure. At , Sarita had large, firm Choochies Chootads and her mother's full lips. Her wide hazel-brown eyes stood out against her light brown skin, framed by her long, jet black hair.

How much she resembles her mother, he thought as he cleared his throat. Sarita turned at the sound and when she saw her father, the smile spread quickly across her face. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so you have time to get cleaned up before we eat." Hmm. Bossy, too - just like her mother. All during dinner, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Sarita, surprised to feel his Lund beginning to grow hard. It served to remind him he didn't really have time for sex since Luxmi died - between his job and raising Sarita, where could time be found? More, he realized his erection was growing larger the more he looked at Sarita. Her voice brought him back to the present. ". . .and I got an A on my science test." Her voice trailed off as she noticed the odd look on her father's face. "Dad? What's wrong?" Without saying anything, Dushyant stood suddenly, forgetting his now raging hard on. Sarita's eyes grew large at the sight of the huge bulge in her father's pants, her young Choot instantly getting hot and wet. A friend at school, Rekha , had once bragged her father spent a lot of time between her legs. Of course, Sarita didn't believe her one bit.

One night during a slumber party, however, she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and, on the way there, she heard the sounds of someone moaning softly. Following the sounds to the den, she noticed the door was opened slightly and peeked in - and saw Rekha being fucked with gusto by her father. Sarita was both shocked and fascinated by the scene before her. Rekha's face was twisted with the effort of containing her father's ramming Lund inside her young, tight Choot. Having never seen a man's LUND before, the sight of it awed her plunging in and out of Rekha with deep, swift strokes lifting her off the edge of the desk. Flushed with excitement, Sarita slowly backed away from the lurid scene, very much aware of an ache which suddenly appeared between her own legs. She hurried off to the bathroom and back to her sleeping bag and, after a while, she was fast asleep. Nevertheless, her dreams were of large, hard Lodas and lolas. Her mind snapped back to the present. Her father was saying, ". . . so, I'll just go to bed. Don't forget your homework and remember to put the dishes away." Sarita just nodded and watched her father walk away, the residue of emotions still fresh in her mind. She completed her after-dinner chores mechanically and soon found herself at her desk, trying to focus on her notes for the upcoming algebra test. She found her concentration wasn't complete, the algebraic symbols momentarily losing their meaning. Sarita was frustrated and she was very much aware of the source of the frustration. Sighing, she crossed the room to her bed, stretched out and let her thoughts take control. Sarita's mind opened to the scene of her father getting up from the table, the bulge in his pants clearly defined. Just the thought of the sight set her blood on fire.

No matter how hard she tried to clear her mind, the picture hovered there. It bothered her to the point where, even wrapped in the comfort of her bed, she couldn't get comfortable. Her hand slipped under her shirt and she absently toyed with a nipple. With her other hand, she undid her jeans, her fingers entwining the lush forest of hair. She often felt embarrassed at the crop of dark, curly hair framing her mound. She let her finger slide further down and she began to rub her clit, another prominent feature she often wished she didn't have - but it didn't matter right now. She continued to massage her now-erect nipples with one hand, the other rubbing her clit with greater urgency, her pleasure increasing. Sarita stopped long enough to wriggle out of her restricting jeans, letting her spread her long legs wider.

The improved access to her wetness was just what the doctor ordered, as she left her nipples to spread herself wider, slipping two fingers inside. She imagined the huge imprint in her father's pants was inside her instead of her fingers, a thought which increased the heat inside her. Mouth open, eyes slightly closed, Sarita worked her young Choot feverishly as her climax built. She saw in her mind her father's ass rising and falling rhythmically as he fucked her until, finally, she exploded. She gasped as the sensation hit her hard, causing her to tremble with the release. Sarita found this was what she needed, as she curled up feeling warm and, at least, momentarily sated, she drifted off. * * * Dushyant stepped back, closing the door just as quietly as he had opened it.

He had gone to Sarita's room to apologize for not being very social at dinner. As he was about to knock on the door, Dushyant heard the sounds of Sarita's labored breathing and wondered if she was crying because of his rude behavior. Turning the knob gently, he looked in and saw his daughter fingering herself, lost in her own pleasure. The sight of his little girl's fingers sliding effortlessly in and out of her love nest cause an immediate erection. Butterflies appeared in his stomach and his knees felt weak as he wondered what she was imagining. His own thoughts were running rampant as he watched her,noticing how large her clit was as she rubbed it furiously, reminding him again how much Sarita reminded him of her mother. Dushyant watched as Sarita climaxed, her young body trembling with such energy, her breasts shaking with each wave rushing through her. As she was curling up, he silently closed the door and stood there, shaking.

He went back to his own bedroom, his thoughts wild and what he just witnessed. Realizing his own need for release, he quickly undressed, his Lund springing free from restraint.His hand found his erection instantly and began the slow massaging action to which he'd become used to. Sarita, naked and open, flashed in his mind as he stroked his Lund, wondering what it would be like to take her like the woman she was quickly becoming. The thought shamed him and inflamed his passion that much more as his strokes were getting longer and faster. Dushyant threw his head back and let out a long moan as he felt the beginnings of his own orgasm. With the picture of Sarita's choot in his mind, he came, the long white spurts crossing the room and landing quietly on the carpeting. He continued to stroke his spasming manhood, thinking it's been too long, much too long. Dushyant walked to his bathroom to get a towel and began cleaning up. He felt the heat of shame intermixed with the flush of release on his face as he knelt to remove the now-cooling sperm from the rug.

He started the shower, feeling the sudden need to be clean. The water stung him but relaxed him as its heat penetrated his tense muscles. Reaching for the soap, he reflected on his feelings about Sarita. Surprised he was even capable of thinking about Sarita in sexual terms; the taboos of his youth instantly took their place in his mind, screaming their warning of wrongness. However wrong, Dushyantcouldn't deny his thoughts were somewhat exciting. Hell, who was he fooling? Just the thought of sliding his Lund into his "little girl" was such a rush he felt both excited and ashamed simultaneously. He was becoming confused, his thoughts warring with his feelings.

He remembered how embarrassed he felt never Luxmi asked him to change Sarita as a baby. Obviously, he'd seen more than his share of Choot, but this was somehow different. He would complete the task, always coming away from it a little shaken and never really knowing why. Turning off the shower, he began the task of drying himself while trying to clear the jumble of thoughts in his head. Dushyant knew he should focus on his work; he was sure after today's presentation, the secret project in Lab One would require

