Pa’s Family Business
This indian sex story is a work of fiction, dedicated to the fantasy of an ISS reader. F knew she had more than just the genes of beautiful parents to thank; for her wild sex drive and voluptuous body. She had just finished her degree in Ayurveda to make her father’s lifelong dream of taking over the family business a reality. She was initially surprised her father even was ready for it. They had been fairly protective of the in’s and outs of the business. And the benefits of being a master masseur and fountain of youth clearly had shown its perks on F’s mother who glowed in her golden brown tan. She had once been a customer herself until she manages to win the heart of Pa. But Ma’s character was unmistakably submissive. As a child, it never occurred how little her mother spoke but still managed to show her loyalty and affection to her husband – F’s father. Most of the furniture in the house was on the floor as was Ma. The glow of ma’s face was most visible when Pa walked in, and the anxiety and suspense in anticipation heightened at on the return of a long tour from home. Sure, her father surely may have had affairs in all the lands he visited. But always walked with an air of dignity and respect bestowed wherever he went. Even at dinner or local outings – Pa seemed to have the women on their toes as they tried to take a whiff of exotic oils soaking on the skin of their tall lanky and grey-bearded neighbour. And at times when the family hosted an event at home – her mother was nowhere in sight. Always in the kitchen running around or managing the maids. It was only during F’s teens that F realised that her MA was once a customer of her Pa. They first met decades back when Pa was at the beginning of his dominant streak. They had bought out the neighbouring farm to run their center. Over the years F had found worn out ropes, whips, in the sheds close by. And in fact, was wondering how so many of Pa’s customers were so young. The customers had to used to stay overnight. But breakfast at their home, Her best friend from school and her mother too became one of the regulars. But nothing was spoken about what happened behind the 4 walls. During those stays, the sounds and scents after dark were mesmerizing. Her mom would try to put her to sleep. Over time F learned to fake asleep, slip out, and observe what was happening in the center next door. Once F found a small slit in the bedroom window – it all became clear. It was a stable like an environment. Women naked except for a veil around heads oiled and massaged, submitting themselves on all four in each cabin, while Pa fucked them from behind in a line, each of them waiting for their turn of 30 seconds. And in the corner she saw – her friend of years, someone she trusted and shared secrets with – with ropes around her neck, chest and waist, and the other end in her father’s hand. Her friend licking the balls of her Pa as he petted her head in affection. And in another cabin – her Ma also on the floor with one of the workers “servicing” her from behind. F froze. Her mind unable to take it what she witnessed. And her body betraying her conscience and wet just thinking how lucky her friend and those women were, to have this “treatment” every other day for weeks until they were “cured”. F made a plan. She would enter under disguise, as her friends distant relative. Emptying her savings the plan worked under the guise of a month-long treatment. The day arrived. She joined her friend as they went into the large shed. “Choose your accessories. And clothes there.” The first table had a bunch of different exotic oils in all different shaped bottles. F picked the warmest. Table 2, has a bunch of different traditional sarees and blouses and even lingerie. Quick laughs erupted when they saw F pick a few. ” this isn’t for a table to take clothes” Her eyes opened wide, as she sensed “It’s to leave your clothes!” She turned to realize the group that went in now had jewelry on them. In fact only jewelry on them. One group from a bridal party. Another regular group of neighbours. They started moving along, after picking a veil from the final table. The walkway had pictures of yoga postures. All contrasts with a dark skin manned behind the women. Some cupping the breasts, some with their hands around the neck. And some of the women tied up in a fixed position. The interesting thing was that in all of them – the women were always accessible to the man. This was a recurring theme. Then a bell rang from a distance. All the women ran to a line and fell to the floor. Their knees on the floor. Heads lowered to the mat. And hands spreading out their ass cheeks as if offering them to the gods. And indeed the chanting and sigh when the workers appeared did feel like their prayers were going to be answered. There was quiet as 7-8 workers approached, and Pa watching from a distance. Each woman was given a collar with a number that jingled as the women looked at each man in anticipation. Who would pick them today? Would they get picked today? The women were also nervous for another reason. Their strange new Friend had joined them unannounced and there were fewer workers today. One of them would not be picked today. Moments after the first few women were picked, the vibes in the shed changed. Loud thumping and screams Of “milk me”, “fill me”, started echoing through. And alas, only two left. F and her friend. F’s Friend started to regret bringing her and started dangling and sticking out her tongue In a bid to show her submission and availability. And to F’s disappointment, it did work. Her friend was picked while getting slapped on her ass on the way being pulled by the collar. Two familiar eyes moved closer. It was Pa. he moved closer. Asked her to get on top of a table on all four. “Your udders are just the perfect size to start milking.