Pa’s Family Business
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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. I’ve seen exactly like these somewhere. Maybe your mother or sisters?”, as his fingers started to tank and inspect her nipples that were growing with every downward pull. She felt at ease, starting to feel the tension of going in disguise put to rest. This was worth it. Her pa was milking her supple breasts without any sign of mercy. Something she never thought would happen but certainly not something she has spent many a night dreaming about. His other hand started oiling her in strong strokes and eventually getting closer and closer to her burning pussy and outstretched ass. She was posing no different from the friend she was judging not more than 30 minutes back. “You are not a talker like some of the others. I like you already. I think I may have to keep the others far from reach. A natural slave is hard to find these days.” Yes, she was his slave. She let out a tear on how relieving it was to hear it from her Pa. She always wanted his approval. His nod of satisfaction. And now she was offering herself in the most primal way she could, served on a platter on a high table. “Get me the new ropes”. “Between your lips. Both up and down. No more clothes for you indoors. And your hands to always be behind you spreading your ass. Offering. And to train this behaviour…” He pulled both arms behind her back and tied them to her ass. Her boobs now sticking out resembling an Inca idol. More workers joined, dressing her up for their master. Sticking in dates and prunes in her pussy and grapes into her ass. “Whatever you spill needs to be licked off the floor and will be the only fruit/liquid you will get this month”, said one worker tightening another rope around her waist. They started painting symbols on her shiny oiled skin. “This seems to be a good todo stable. Master will enjoy ravaging it tonight.” She had already submitted herself. Not only to what was coming, but the workers taking bites and licks off her as they willed. Fingering in the fruits, and finally placing a cup of pudina under her. “Marinate it for 30 mins”, came Pa’s voice from the sofa at the end of the shed. And almost immediately the workers tied two bowls to her hanging breasts. They were have dipped into them. One pudina and the other one “teeka”. She felt the sauces soaking into her areoles and nipples. One tanning greens and the other one red. Her hands now automatically stretching her pussy behind her so that the prunes are cooking in her warm juices below. The veil was moved to her eyes, she had no need reason to see how her body was being abused. She felt a familiar scent across her nose. Then felt a warm hard cock, and instinctively took it into her waiting mouth and started making the slurpy noises of sucking a mango seed. She started producing strong juices below, it was time to breed her. Before she could realise the man held her, pulled the leash and was fucking her from behind. The lines between cook and ingredients blurring as they became one mashing and grinding. This was the routine 5 times a day. Familiar smell every time. Everyday. Bound for the first two weeks. 30 days of servicing later – she didn’t need it. It was her default pose on the floor. And the final night, the man unveiled her and asked her to rise. There was a group already in front of her with familiar faces. “Good beti. You are ready now.” All F’s 8 brothers and ma smiled at Pa’s announcement. She was now part of the family business. I am reachable on travellingniceguy at ProtonMail dot com