This Isn't Right, Daddy.

"This isn't right, Daddy."

"Daddy, I'm going to skip college today and stay home, I'm not feeling very well."

Prakash looked up from his morning edition of the Deccan Chronicle and saw his daughter, Nithya, standing in the doorway of their Jubilee Hills home, slightly hunched over with a thick woven shawl draped over her shoulders. He knew she loved the B.Com classes she was taking at the local degree college and wouldn't miss them if she could help it. She looked quite miserable indeed , beautiful for sure, with her slightly chubby 5'9" frame, small but cute breasts, creamy complexion, and long, oil-massaged inky hair, she looked essentially like a twenty-year-old mirror image of his wife , but definitely miserable.

"What's wrong, kanna?" he asked, frowning at her from the teakwood dining table.

"Cramps," she replied. "They're really bad this month." Some girls might feel a bit embarrassed talking about their periods to their fathers, but hers was a senior doctor at a prominent corporate hospital in Hyderabad, and Nithya knew he'd heard and seen far worse at work.

"Poor baby," he said sympathetically. "Have you taken anything?"

"Some Meftal-Spas about an hour ago, but it's not helping." Nithya winced and pulled the shawl tighter around her.

Prakash got up and reached into a high medicine cabinet in the kitchen, where he kept various over-the-counter and prescription drugs. He pulled out a strip of strong muscle relaxers, left over from a minor surgery his wife had last year. She hadn't taken one in months and was currently away visiting family in Vijayawada for the week, so Prakash assumed she wouldn't miss one. He popped out one of the pills, poured a small steel tumbler of filtered water, and handed both to his daughter.

"Take this and go back to bed, sweetie," he told her, putting a warm hand to her cheek. "I'll come back and check on you in a couple of hours."

Nithya obeyed, saying, "Thanks, Daddy," and turned to go back upstairs to her air-conditioned bedroom.

***

Prakash spent an uneventful morning at the hospital tending to about ten patients, mostly women, more than one of whom made no attempt to hide their interest in him. It wasn't the first time he'd been hit on at work, and while he was a tall and handsome man in his fifties with only the earliest signs of aging showing around his gut and in his salt-and-pepper hair, he suspected his deep, smooth voice helped draw women in. His wife often told him it was the thing she loved most about him.

As he promised he would, Prakash returned home later that afternoon to see how his daughter was doing. He knocked on her slightly ajar door and pushed it open when she didn't respond, finding her lying back in bed, her eyelids drooping heavily as she stared at the flat-screen TV on the wall.

"Sweetie? How're you feeling?" he asked his daughter, sitting next to her on the mattress and tucking a stray piece of dark hair behind her ear. Her thick blanket was a bit askew, and as he went to rearrange it for her, he realized one of her breasts had escaped the confines of her loose cotton sleep-camisole, leaving her brown nipple fully exposed. Turning slightly red, Prakash quickly covered her with the blanket.

Nithya looked at him with glassy eyes, her lips in a slight pout. "I'm so tired, Daddy, but I still have cramps and can't fall asleep. Should I take another pill?"

Prakash sighed and went back downstairs to retrieve the strip of muscle relaxers and another tumbler of water. Once back in Nithya's room, he broke one of the pills in half and held it and the water out for her to take. Instead, his daughter lazily stuck out her tongue, signaling for him to put it directly in her mouth. He chuckled and did so, but she was so out of it her mouth didn't quite open all the way and her soft lips ended up wrapping wetly around his fingers.

Feeling a sudden, sharp twitch in his cock, Prakash snapped his hand back, immediately feeling a wave of intense shame wash over him. Nithya didn't seem to notice, only mumbled "aw-er" through her still-open mouth, clearly asking him to pour some water down her throat so she could swallow the bitter pill. He did so carefully, making sure not to spill any on her chest.

"Thank you, Daddy," she sighed heavily, settling her head back against her soft pillow.

"I wish there was something else I could do for you, sweetie," Prakash said, again petting her warm cheek with his hand. Nithya seemed to genuinely enjoy the comforting sensation and closed her eyes.

Prakash's eyes strayed downward, toward her body softly rising and falling with her breaths underneath her blanket. She still wasn't covered all the way, and telling himself he didn't want her to get cold in the air-conditioned room, he adjusted the blanket so it was resting over her entirely and gently tucked it in at the sides, his hands brushing her soft skin.

Watching his baby girl looking so peaceful, lips slightly parted as she dozed, Prakash realized there was one thing he could do to alleviate her pain. He thought back to the many times his wife had asked him for intimate assistance with her cramps during her period.

Again feeling shameful, Prakash tried to forcefully push the dark thoughts from his mind. Nithya is my daughter, I couldn't do anything like that to her. It would be entirely wrong.

Suddenly Nithya let out a little cry of pain and clutched tightly at her lower abdomen, pulling the blanket into her hands. Her breasts , both of them now, as she'd managed to pull at her thin camisole along with the blanket , were completely exposed, the small nipples hardening visibly against the chilly AC air. She had a truly pained look on her flushed face.

Unable to tear his eyes away from her bare breasts, Prakash decided he should help his daughter. It would be purely medical, after all. He put his hand to her cheek once more, then let his trembling fingers trace down her throat and sternum before pausing just above her breasts. Shaking slightly with anticipation, Prakash began caressing and cupping them, running his thumbs over her taut nipples, marveling at how lovely and firm they felt in his large hands.

Not letting himself overthink it, he leaned down, put his lips around her right nipple, and began circling it with his warm tongue while he gently pinched the left one.

Nithya's eyes fluttered open as she abruptly became aware of a tingling, electric sensation in her nipples. She felt a hazy sense of alarm when she saw her father's dark head bobbing over her chest, putting his mouth on them.

"Daddy," Nithya said softly, her voice groggy. "What are you doing, Daddy?"

He took his mouth off her breast just long enough to say, "Don't worry, baby, Daddy's going to help you feel better," and lightly bit her nipple, pleased to feel her shudder beneath him.

"You shouldn't be doing that, Daddy, it's wrong," Nithya said. She tried to lift her arms to push away his head, but she felt like her entire body was weighed down by heavy stones.

Prakash looked up and saw that Nithya could barely keep her heavy eyes open, let alone try to forcefully push him away. He realized the strong muscle relaxers had rendered his daughter practically immobile, and the intoxicating thought of being able to touch her however , and wherever , he wanted pushed down any lingering feelings of guilt and made him instantly, painfully hard.

"It's okay, sweetie, I'm a doctor," said Prakash, entirely abandoning his conscience and rubbing Nithya's nipples with his thumbs. "Let Daddy help you."

"Daddy..." Nithya struggled to speak.

He put a finger to her lips. "Shh, baby, you're going to feel so good when I'm done. No more cramps." He pushed the finger into her mouth and swirled it around, absolutely loving the way her tongue felt against his skin.

As he continued suckling his daughter's sensitive nipples, Prakash decided it was time to explore more of her body. He stood up and pulled the blanket off her entirely, wildly excited by the sight of her simply laying there like a helpless doll in her pulled-up camisole and cotton panties. She looked so much like her mother when they'd first met.

"I'm cold, Daddy," Nithya mumbled, wishing she could cover herself with her arms. She could barely raise them off the soft bedsheet.

"I'll warm you up, sweetie." Prakash undressed himself quickly, pulling off his shirt and trousers, all the while staring hungrily at his daughter's beautiful, vulnerable body.

Nithya's eyes fluttered open and she saw him standing before her, completely nude and fully erect. She'd seen her father in his swim trunks before on family trips to Goa, so she knew he had a nice body, but she hadn't seen his cock , a thick, imposing length of dark flesh nearly eight inches long and thick around , until this very moment, and was deeply ashamed of the way her own pussy throbbed upon setting eyes on it.

"No, Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked again, her voice reduced to a weak whimper.

Prakash laid down and curled up next to her on the bed, his bare skin pressing against hers. "I told you, baby, I'm going to make you feel better." He pulled her closer to him and cradled her head with his right arm, slowly running his left hand over her bare legs, her smooth stomach, and up to her breasts. "I love you so much, sweetie, I just want you to feel good," he whispered softly into her ear.

Softly kissing the crook of her neck, Prakash rested his large hand firmly over Nithya's cotton panties and pressed down against her mound.

"This isn't right, Daddy," Nithya whispered helplessly. Even as she said the words, she felt a familiar, aching pull in her lower abdomen and knew the more her father touched her, the quicker her body would betray her logic.

"I'm a doctor, baby," he said again, his voice dark and husky. "Daddy knows best, he knows just how to take away the pain."

Prakash applied steady pressure to his daughter's pubic mound, all the while continuing to kiss her neck and bare breasts. At that moment, he knew he was going to fuck her , there was absolutely no turning back at this point , but he didn't want to hurt his baby girl. He wanted her as aroused as he was, and given her sleepy, drugged state, he knew the only way was lots and lots of slow foreplay.

He sat up slightly, moved further down the bed, and pulled Nithya's panties down her legs, tossing them aside. She whimpered as he gently spread her thick thighs open and moved his face close to her neatly trimmed, dark cunt. He could see the string, so he carefully pulled her tampon out and tossed it into her bedside trash bin, then placed his rough thumb directly on her sensitive clit.

Nithya, still mostly unmoving but her breaths becoming much more shallow and ragged, moaned softly into the quiet room. Prakash's heavy cock ached at the thought of his little girl enjoying his forbidden touch, and he rubbed her clit in small circular motions, slow at first, then gradually faster and firmer.

"Daddy, don't..." Nithya said in a small, breathy voice, but her hips were swiveling ever so slightly against the mattress. Keeping his thumb on her clit, Prakash slowly ran the fingers of his other hand against his daughter's slick slit and was utterly thrilled to discover that between her natural lubrication and her heavy arousal, she was absolutely soaking wet.

"Baby, you're so wet," he said breathlessly, already anticipating the glorious moment his cock would finally enter her drenched hole. He wanted her to cum first, though, knowing it would alleviate her severe cramps , and send even more slick juices pulsing out of her tight passage.

Nithya felt an intense orgasm building deep within her core, and were it not for the strong drugs clouding her mind, she would have been filled with absolute self-loathing. She felt so dirty, just laying there, highly aroused by her own father, not only knowing he was ultimately going to fuck her , but secretly, desperately looking forward to it.

Prakash was desperate to feel the slick inside of his daughter's cunt against his skin and slowly slid his thick middle finger deep into her wet folds, exhaling in pure wonder at her incredible tightness. He pumped her pussy a few slow times as she moaned louder, then added his forefinger, curling his fingertips upward to hit her sensitive G-spot inside.

Nithya knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from cumming. She couldn't move her arms or legs of her own volition, but her hips started to buck involuntarily against his hand. Her father picked up his speed, aggressively rubbing her clit and thrusting his two fingers in and out of her soaking core, finally pressing down hard on her pubic bone to maximize the friction.

"Cum for me, baby," Prakash growled softly, feeling his daughter dangerously close to a shattering orgasm. "Be a good girl and cum on Daddy's fingers, let Daddy make you feel good."

At his filthy words, Nithya felt herself entirely lose control. She was hit with crashing waves of intense pleasure, the tight walls of her pussy contracting aggressively against his fingers again and again, for what felt like hours. Weighed down by the heavy pills, she barely made a sound, but Prakash could feel every pulse of her orgasm against his hands and knew she secretly loved being touched by him.

"That's it, sweetie, just let go," he said proudly, carefully taking his slick fingers out of her tight hole and his thumb off her swollen clit. "Such a good girl, getting so ready for Daddy and letting him know how much you want his cock."

Nithya simply lay there, covered in a light sheen of sweat in the cool AC. Even if she wanted to, any hope of physically stopping her father from fucking her was completely gone; she could barely move before she came, and now she felt like little more than a boneless ragdoll.

Prakash hovered over Nithya, kissing her all over her face and neck, whispering "good girl" and stroking his own massive erection, making sure it was as hard as possible before he entered her untouched body. He lifted her camisole up higher so he'd have a full view of her beautiful breasts jiggling with the motion, and rubbed the thick head of his cock directly against his daughter's highly swollen clit, causing her entire body to twitch in response.

"I'm going to fuck you now, baby," Prakash stated, almost more to himself than to Nithya. He pressed his cock firmly against her wet slit and finally pushed his way deep into her.

"Daddy..." Nithya moaned loudly, feeling suddenly and wholly full, stretched wide as her father's thick cock fully entered her depths.

Prakash gasped loudly. After feeling with his fingers exactly how tight she was, he'd expected to have to slowly work his way into her virgin-tight cunt, but it was so incredibly slick it easily accepted his full length. Still, she was so incredibly tight against his cock the pressure was immense, and he thought for a panicked moment he might cum right then and there. He had to be perfectly still inside her tight walls for a moment just to collect himself.

Staring down at his beautiful daughter, her eyes glazed over, mouth slacken, arms splayed out uselessly at her sides, firm breasts on full display and gently rising with each heavy breath she took, thick legs spread wide, and dripping pussy stretched completely out by his sizable cock, he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Nithya waited for her father to start thrusting in and out of her, hazily wondering what he was waiting for. Now that he was finally inside, she wanted absolutely nothing more than to feel his massive length sliding in and out of her aching core.

"Please, Daddy," she begged softly, and he swore he detected raw neediness in her voice.

Prakash began pulling out and pushing back deep into his daughter, heavily reveling in her sopping, incredible tightness. Once he got a steady, slapping rhythm going, he leaned over her body and put his face close to hers to whisper filthy things into her ear.

"You're being such a good girl for Daddy, sweetie. You look so beautiful taking Daddy's cock... your tight pussy feels so damn good... I just want to make you feel as good as I feel right now. I want you to cum all over your Daddy's big, thick cock... I want to feel your little cunt tighten around me, baby... just relax and let Daddy have you..."

Nithya felt an intense tightening in her pelvic area again. She couldn't believe it , she'd already cum so hard on her father's fingers, and now she was going to cum all over his intruding cock? What is wrong with me?

Prakash felt like an entirely different person. Somewhere in the dark back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was terribly, terribly wrong, but he couldn't make himself care anymore, not with his own daughter's wet pussy lips wrapped so perfectly tightly around his shaft.

"Come on, be a good little girl for Daddy... I know you want it, I can feel you getting tighter inside... You like being used by Daddy, don't you sweetie? It feels so good to just let go and let Daddy use your dripping pussy... just like I'm going to tomorrow... and the day after that... and the day after that..."

Her father's filthy, commanding words pushed her straight over the edge. Nithya came once again, and incredibly hard, her entire body shaking violently against the mattress as her inner walls clamped down viciously on his cock.

The explicit sight of his blood-and-juice-covered cock steadily plowing his daughter's wet, incredibly tight pussy, while she just lay back and helplessly took it, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, little moans and whimpers constantly escaping her lips, combined with the intense sensation of her hole clenching perfectly on his cock, was far too much for Prakash. He'd originally planned to pull out and erupt on her soft belly, but he couldn't stop himself now , he groaned like an animal and exploded deep inside Nithya's tight cunt, his cock violently throbbing with every thick ribbon of hot cum.

When the very last drop was nestled deep within his daughter's soaking pussy, Prakash collapsed heavily atop her chest, breathing hard and sweating profusely in the cool air-conditioned room.

Nithya felt her father's hot breath as he nestled his face into her neck and gently began kissing her damp skin. "That was incredible, sweetie, you felt so incredibly good."

"Daddy, we shouldn't have done that," Nithya whispered weakly, even as her filled pussy continued pulsing pleasantly post-orgasm. She felt his thick, warm cum start seeping slowly out of her stretched hole, running down her ass and onto her clean bedsheets.

"It's okay, baby, it was just to help with your cramps," Prakash said soothingly, running his fingers affectionately over her warm skin. "You feel better now, don't you?"

Nithya remained silent for a long moment, deeply unwilling to admit that not only was the sharp pain in her abdomen completely gone, but her entire body was in a state of absolute, complete bliss.

"Of course you do, Daddy felt you cum so hard on his fingers and his cock," he continued confidently. "And Daddy's going to help you again tomorrow, baby, you want that, don't you? To feel Daddy's cock stretching you out all over again?"

Nithya truly hated herself then, because he was absolutely right , she did want to desperately take his cock again and feel his hot cum filling her up.

"Yes, Daddy."