Uthara seeks her roots

Uthara seeks her roots
This story is a pure fantasy story, so keep an open horny mind. Enjoy guys !! I am Uthara. I currently live in Tamil Nadu, although I am originally from Karnataka. I am a 19 year old girl. My parents got divorced when I was a little child. Mom took custody of me, got settled in Tamil Nadu, and runs a business here. My father, Radhakrishnan, lives with his second wife, Meenakshi and daughter, Rukmini back in Karnataka. I stayed with Mom in Tamil Nadu and never met him. I am basically a whole 10. Lean, light frame, cute boobs, well-toned belly, wide hips and a perfect finely crafted ass, shaped nicely long legs owing to my long hours of dance practice, I was a college-level dancer at the time. My face was equally amazing, cute, heart-shaped I was the prettiest girl in town, very fairly toned, such that my red lips stood out. My contact with Radhakrishnan was limited. There were always conflicted feelings within me when my thoughts led to him. Mom left him when she found out he was a womaniser. He then married Meenakshi, one of his affairs, the daughter of a rich businessman. Later on, he never took much initiative to contact me or Mom. Pretty much as if we did not exist. It has been literally 16 years since we met each other. He is 54 years old, very fair, handsome, and has a bit of a dad bod (not fat), a thick moustache, and broad shoulders. I heard he can be extremely charming if he wants to. He has a huge coffee plantation in Munnar. A huge mansion by it which is vacant throughout the year. He is very popular everywhere he goes as he got a very intruiging personality. So, I was one among the very few that hated him. Oh, did I mention he is a raging womaniser? One night, I was in my dorm in college. I never did drugs my whole life, but a fellow best friend hooked me up with some weed. It was my first experience. I was confined to my room, and soon I was tripping hard. My mind was drifting, feeling calm and smooth, relaxing. My thoughts drifted to places. My house in Tamil Nadu, my street, my school, my favourite restaurant, my college, the film theatre, my trip to Goa, my trip to Mumbai. I never went to Karnataka, Karnataka or Radhakrishnan. He is an asshole, womaniser, bad boy, arrogant, hates me, I hate him, so handsome, naughty, thick funny moustache, hairy chest. I soon snapped out, my head still spinning. I felt wetness in my pants. I went to the bathroom to realise I cum real hard. The next day was horrible. I puked several times, had a massive headache, and swore that I’d never try weed. But as much as I tried to hide it, the thought hit me again and again. Radhakrishnan! I really hate the guy. But I could not get around as to how I cum so hard. I convinced myself that it was the weed messing me up. The feeling was unholy, toxic, and exciting. This guy is my biological father, who left me and my mom and never cared about us. Rekindled my anger towards him. Curiosity, anger, and so many mixed feelings urged me to find out more about him. I created a fake Instagram account with the name Maya. I added a profile pic of me playing violin, my face hidden. I entered the world of stalking. I checked out his contacts. I avoided all the people I knew personally. I started to add his friends as mine while adding my roster of friends. In a while, my ‘Maya’ account had a fairly decent contact list with atleast 38 mutual friends with Radhakrishnan. I started liking all his posts putting sweet comments. After 2 weeks, I got a notification on my phone. It was a message on Instagram from Radhakrishnan. I felt so excited my heart fluttered. I started typing, Him: Hey, there. Me: Hi! Him: Hey, Maya, is it? Me: Yeah. Him: I am Radhakrishnan, nice to meet you. And thanks for liking all my recent posts. Me: Lol, I guess we got matching vibes Him: that’s actually a humungous compliment from a young kid like you. Thanks. Me: Is humungous even a word? Me: (a gorilla dancing gif) Him: (laughing emoji) And thus, we started texting. It was only for a few minutes in the beginning, then half an hour, a few hours. A few weeks passed by, and I was hopelessly addicted to chatting with him. The mystery, the thrill, the thought of conning a guy I hate, plus he was a real smooth talker. Often, we would chat for 5 hours straight. I steered clear of my details, focusing more on my college, friends, family, and hobbies. He often asked for my face picture, but I managed to steer the conversation away. He also often ends the night convo with a kiss emoji. I felt awkward at first, but it was really exciting, I would reply a plain good night. It was a tease. I often forgot who he was to me. Once, I was stuck with my project in college. I had just 4 days to my deadline and was not confident to finish it. I happened to bring it up during my conversation with him. On the eve of the deadline, he sent me the entire finished project. The following day, I submitted it. It was a blast. That night we were chatting I showered him with thanks. Towards the end, Him: Bye then Me: (three repetitive kiss emoji) A long pause Him: Wow, I liked it. It felt here Me: Did you? Him: Yeah Me: I think you are lying. I loved that I was fooling a man. It was very confusing, but I loved the feeling. I thought for a while. Then, I sent a selfie of myself leaning against my table to him after making sure that he was offline. I was wearing a salwaar kameez. I wasn’t sure he would recognise me. It was a huge step. The next day went as usual, class, friends, etc. Soon, evening came, and I hurriedly opened my Maya account. I had received 6 messages from him. I was tense about whether he recognised me. Hands trembling, I opened the chat, instantly letting out a sigh of relief. He did not recognise me at all. (Obviously, that bastard had no contact with me since I was a child). But he was showering me with sweet compliments as to how pretty I am. I loved each word he texted and sent a kiss emoji for each compliment.

My heart was beating fast, and my hormones were pumping. I sent him my phone number. I don’t know why I did it, but it didn’t matter anymore. Obviously, he called immediately, and we practically switched from texting to calling from that day. Our conversations became more frequent. Two months passed. He invited me to meet up for a date in a club where he usually chills with his friends. I was told there is a tennis court. Maybe we can have a game or two. I accepted without hesitation. Evening, I showed up at the club and booked a room. I freshened up, then changed to tennis wear, a tight white tank top, a white skirt barely covering my thighs, blue canvas shoes, a white cap and an armband. I headed towards the court, where Radhakrishnan was waiting, leaning against the rail of the court. As soon as he saw me, he moved towards me. We shook hands. He openly stared at my body briefly before fixating his eyes on my face. “You’re even more stunning in person,” he smirked as I blushed. He introduced me to his friends. They were astonished as to how he got a hot chick like me to date. It was obvious he wanted to flaunt me in front of his friends. Everybody knew he was a womaniser. But this time, it wasn’t a hooker or any aged aunty, but a young hot college girl. As far as his friends were concerned, he was at a whole new level in his game. I bit my lip in excitement as I suggested playing a tennis match with him, to which he agreed. All his friends were standing aside watching. I’m a tennis pro in college. This guy doesn’t know what’s coming. I giggled as I thought to myself. The game began. As the game proceeded, I realised he was not an easy opponent. Both of us struggled a lot to score points. After a long and challenging game, he won by 4 points. I gripped my bat, sweating profusely. I felt disappointed in myself, but at the same time felt something funny. Maybe I was a bit impressed. After spending more time chatting with him and his friends, I got back to my room, energetic and excited. I sat on my bed, checking my phone, when I heard a knock. I opened it to find Radhakrishnan at the door. “Can I come in?” he asked as I let him in. “Nice match, huh?” “You honestly surprised me,” I giggled. “Beating me is usually not an easy job.” He stared deeply into my eyes, “So when are you going to tell me your name is Uthara?” I got so shocked I stood open mouthed for a whole minute. Was my cover blown? How much does he know about me? All these thoughts hovered over my mind. “Umm, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered I felt a burning sensation on my left cheek, along with a loud roaring sound, as he slapped me hard. I fell to the bed. It took me a few seconds to come to my senses as I saw him looking at me, making heavy eye contact. “Who are you?” He shouted. I felt partially relieved that he didn’t find out who I was precisely, just my name. “I…I am…I needed to find a quick cover. I am sorry. I created a fake account just for fun. Then, I met you coincidentally. That’s all.” “That’s it?” He growled. “Yes,” I stuttered. I got up and moved towards him. I paused for a moment before kissing him. He was shocked at first, but then he didn’t take much time to think over it as he returned the kiss. I was confused about why this was happening. I tried to console myself by thinking I was trying to hide my identity, although I helplessly realised that I was deeply aroused. Small pecks on the lips soon turned into passionate smooching as both of us struggled to dominate. Eventually, I gave in. As we pulled apart, briefly gasping for air, “How did you get my name?” “One of my friends recognised you. He is the father of one of your friends,” he smirked. “Which friend? Ha!” I screamed a bit as he pulled my hair, kissing and sucking my neck. My screams turned into moans as I enjoyed the pain mixed with pleasure. He removed my top and tossed it on the floor as he pushed me to the bed. He climbed on the bed, pressing his head into my cleavage. My breasts were held up firmly by my laced bra. I moaned in ecstasy as he trailed kisses down to my belly button piercing. He sucked on it as he easily removed my skirt and panties. I didn’t even realise he stripped me naked except for my bra. He gripped my narrow waist as he pulled out his tool and gently placed it on my tight pussy. I bit my lip in anticipation as he slowly inserted it inside me. “Ah,” I moaned loudly in a seductive tone before looking sideways, signalling to him there were people next door. They may easily hear us. I laughed as he said they were used to hearing louder noises from his room. He gradually increased the pace as he thrust more and more into my tight pussy. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he started ramming into me. I was moaning loudly now. The intensity was rising as the room was getting hot. Finally, he cum deep inside me, his hot load filling me up. He fell on me as both of us gasped for air. I put my hand on my forehead as I whispered to myself, “What have I done!”