Greeshma calls me ‘Daddy’ – Part 1

Greeshma calls me 'Daddy' - Part 1
The night of the house party, Greeshma stood out like a beacon of beauty and youth. The 19-year-old heiress to a wealthy Telugu family was a vision in a sleek, form-fitting dress that showcased her toned body. Her long hair fell in cascading waves. They framed her delicate features. Her big eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. Her style was elegant yet suggestive. A dark lipstick hinting at the secrets she kept hidden beneath her refined exterior. Unbeknownst to those around her, Greeshma harboured a dirty little secret. She had a burning desire for her father’s friend, Suresh. It had started as a harmless crush. But over the years, it had evolved into something far more intense and forbidden. Greeshma had fantasized about the handsome and charismatic Suresh for far too long. Tonight, she felt a tingle in her body that signalled that something was different. She mingled with the guests. Greeshma’s heart raced as her eyes occasionally met Suresh’s. He was a tall, ruggedly handsome man in his late thirties, with a presence that commanded attention. His style was effortless, exuding an air of sophistication and worldliness. Greeshma’s breath quickened. She imagined his strong, rough hands running over her body, claiming her as his own. Little did she know that Suresh had noticed her, too. The flames of desire burned just as fiercely within him. He had tried to resist the temptation that Greeshma represented. But tonight, it seemed that fate was bringing them together. As the party continued, Greeshma found herself gravitating towards Suresh, her body acting on its own accord. Suddenly, she felt a gentle bump and heard the tinkle of breaking glass. She had accidentally collided with Suresh, spilling his drink on him. “Oh my God, I am so sorry!” Greeshma exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “It’s quite alright, Greeshma,” Suresh said with a charming smile. “Let me just freshen up, and we can continue our chat from earlier.” Greeshma’s heart pounded as she realized they were alone in the corridor. She led him to the nearby guest bathroom, her mind racing with anticipation. Suresh splashed water on his face and straightened his clothes. Greeshma stood behind him, her breath quickening. In a bold move, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Suresh,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Before Suresh could respond, Greeshma turned him around and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was passionate and hungry, fueled by years of pent-up longing. Suresh responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Greeshma’s body, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against him. Greeshma moaned into the kiss, her hands tangled in his hair as she returned his fervour. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach, and a wave of desire washed over her. She wanted him, needed him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended. Suresh suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide with realization. “Oh God, Greeshma, I–I shouldn’t have done that,” he stammered, his voice filled with guilt. Greeshma, dazed and breathless, could only nod, her guilt and shame washing over her. “I know… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes cast downward. Suresh straightened his clothes, his face a mask of conflict. “I have to go. I told your father I was needed at work. It’s an emergency,” he lied, his voice strained. “Please don’t tell him about this, Greeshma. I couldn’t bear to lose his friendship.” With that, he turned and left the bathroom, leaving Greeshma alone with her racing heart and swirling emotions. She leaned against the sink, her body trembling. The realization of what had just happened sank in. Suresh, meanwhile, drove home in a daze. His mind reeled from the kiss that had left him shaken. He knew he had crossed a line, but the thought of Greeshma’s soft lips and intoxicating scent clouded his better judgment. As he walked into his house, his wife, Supriya, looked up from the book she was reading. “That was quick,” she remarked. “Everything okay?” Suresh nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Yeah, just got called into work. Long night ahead of me.” Supriya frowned, concern etched on her face. “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem…” Before she could finish her sentence, Suresh had crossed the room and pulled her to her feet. “I’m fine,” he growled, his eyes darkened with a mixture of guilt and desire. “I just need to fuck something out of my system.” Without another word, he pushed her against the wall and claimed her mouth in a savage kiss. Supriya let out a startled cry but soon responded. Her body was ignited with desire at her husband’s sudden urgency. Suresh’s hands roamed aggressively over her body, tearing at her clothes as if they impeded his need. He pushed her dress up, revealing the curves of her ass, and slid his fingers into the dampness between her thighs. “You’re so wet for me,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck. “You like it when I take control, don’t you?” Supriya could only nod, her words failing her as her husband’s expert touch sent shocks of pleasure through her body. But as Suresh thrust his fingers into her pussy, it wasn’t her voice that filled his mind. It was Greeshma’s—the forbidden fruit that he had tasted only a short while ago. He closed his eyes, seeing Greeshma’s face as he pumped his fingers in and out of his wife’s cunt. He imagined Greeshma on her knees, her full lips wrapped around his thick cock, sucking him greedily. He pictured her spread out before him, her legs wide as he plunged into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he grunted, his breath ragged as he finger-fucked his wife with renewed vigour.

“Your tight pussy is milking my fingers, Greeshma. Going to make you cum all over me.” Supriya, confused by her husband’s words, was about to question him when her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Suresh continued to thrust his fingers deep inside her, drawing out her climax. His mind was consumed by thoughts of the woman he couldn’t have. Back at the party, Greeshma retreated to her room, her body buzzing with conflicting emotions. She felt ashamed and excited all at once. Ashamed that she had kissed her father’s friend but exhilarated by the raw passion they had shared. She lay on her bed, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of her body through her dress. Her mind replayed the kiss, the feel of Suresh’s hands on her ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against her. Greeshma’s breathing quickened as she slipped her hand beneath her dress, her fingers finding the wetness between her thighs. She moaned as she rubbed her clit, her mind filling with erotic images of Suresh. She imagined him dominating her, taking her hard and fast, fulfilling her darkest fantasies. As her fingers worked their magic, she pictured Suresh’s face as he gazed down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You like that, you little slut? You’ve been a naughty girl, lusting after me. But I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Greeshma’s breathing became ragged as her fingers plunged faster and faster into her drenched pussy. “Oh, Daddy, please… fuck me… I’ve been so bad, but I need your cock so badly.” In her mind, Suresh bent her over the bed, his strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. She could feel his length filling her, stretching her, and she cried out in pleasure. “Call me Daddy, Greeshma. Tell me how much you’ve wanted my cock inside you.” Suresh’s imagined voice was thick with arousal. “Oh, Daddy, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she moaned, her fingers working furiously as her orgasm built. “Please fuck me, make me yours.” As her fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge, Greeshminte images of Suresh, his naked body pressing against hers, his cock hard and ready. She imagined the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his mouth. The sound of his breathless moans. “Cum for me, Greeshma. Let me hear you call out my name,” Suresh’s fantasy voice urged. “Oh, Suresh!” Greeshma cried out, her body arching as her fingers sent her over the edge. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her body to shake and convulse. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she clutched at the bedsheets as her release consumed her. As she lay there, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax, Greeshma realized that her desire for Suresh was far from satisfied. If anything, the kiss had only fueled her lust. She knew that she would do anything to feel his touch again. Little did she know that Suresh, too, was consumed by their forbidden encounter. As he lay in bed next to his wife, his mind replaying the events of the night, he knew that he was walking a dangerous line. But the thought of Greeshma, her soft lips and tempting body, was an addiction he couldn’t shake. And so, as the first chapter of this erotic tale comes to a close, Greeshma and Suresh are left to grapple with their forbidden desires. Their minds and bodies are inexorably drawn to one another, setting the stage for further explorations of their secret passion. I’m from Bangalore. Interested girls, women and ladies can contact me at [email protected]. I will be waiting for your email.