As it happened, my daughter Wendy had just completed her university education (for a while), graduating from a Mid-Western University with a BA in Geography. This was a fortuitous coincidence, because I was planning a business trip to India. Our company was following the trend and was going to open a phone-bank in India to answer questions concerning our business.
The company wasn't proud of out-sourcing, but it was good business. So I was being sent to travel to major cities to survey the situation and I was allowed to take my wife with me. However, my wife was disabled, so I asked for the favor of taking Wendy instead. After all, she had a degree in Geography and had specialized in southeast asian cultures.
So, she was thrilled, as was I. I had never travelled alone with Wendy and I had high hopes that business could be mixed with pleasure. I was not a very good Daddy, was I?
I myself was an older father, not having married until I was 42. So, since Wendy was 22 just as she graduated, I was 64 (but I kept myself up, and felt a lot younger). Wendy was a redhead, like her mother. That was their Scottish heritage and like most Celts, she had lovely legs and freckles all over, with perky breasts always pointing upward.
I was still in good shape because I had served in the Army National Guard until my 40s, and I had maintained the physical training regimen I had learned. My body had a little belly, but the rest was still strong and lusty, especially lusting after beautiful women.
So, my beautiful daughter and I started our journey from LAX, flying across the Pacific to Hawaii, then on to Singapore and finally ending up in India. We first landed in Mumbai and went to a luxury hotel. The business was paying for everything so we went for the best.
We arrived late in the afternoon and Wendy decided she wanted to go down to the pool. My business had booked a two-bedroom suite, but at the desk, while Wendy was wandering around the lovely courtyard, I had the clerk change it to just a room and bath, with two large beds. I had plans.
So when we arrived at our room, she decided to change into a bikini and go down to the pool. This hotel catered to Westerners, so there was no thought of the morals of the locals. We did as we would at home. As she changed in the bathroom, the door stood ajar. I could see everything in the full mirror on the bathroom wall.
It was astonishing, especially for a horny Daddy who had never seen his Baby naked. Of course, her red hair tumbled about her shoulders and her whole, sweet body was covered in freckles. No problem there! Her perky titties pointed at the ceiling and in the mirror I could see she was following the fashion. Her pussy was completely bare and you could see her little clit and her soft labia, inticing an old Daddy.
Soon, however, she had put on her bikini and was heading down to the pool. I would have come too, but my dick was too hard. She would have seen it standing out from a bathing suit.
So I watched a Bollywood movie on the television, not understanding a word but soaking up the local beauties. The women were dark, exotic and very enticing. I went ahead and jerked off as I watched them. Suddenly, with keyless entry, Wendy was in the room and I was on the edge of my bed with a hardon in my hand. She blushed as only Scots can.
"Wait," I thought, "This is perfect. Use your plan."
So, I stood up and pointed my cock at her and asked, "Haven't you seen one of these before, Wendy?"
She continued blushing, but nodded shyly, "But it's wrong to see yours isn't it?"
"Babycakes, I've learned over the years that nothing is wrong, unless someone is reluctant."
"But, Daddy, you're my Daddy. That has to be wrong, no?"
"No, Wendy, it isn't wrong. It's how I met your Mom. I was dating her sister and one night, somehow, we all got together and fucked all night long. They told me they had been screwing their father since they graduated from high school and your Uncle Ned had fucked your Mom and your Aunt. So, you see, I've fucked your Aunt Lucy and your Mom, and even once, when we were both drunk, I fucked your Grandma Louise. Later, we did it again when we were sober, for the best effect. It's what we do in our family, baby."
So she shyly walked over to me and I simply held her, feeling her wet bikini soaking in my white shirt, but not caring. Then, I tilted her pointed chin upward and kissed her softly, almost like we always had in the past, but with a new passion occurring. And as I nibbled on her lips, she touched mine with her tongue, as if experimenting.
The experiment intensified and I finally untied her bikini top and started sucking on her pink nipples. This, I could tell, was something she'd done in the past, because she wasn't afraid to put her hand on my head and mash my face into her breasts.
"Oh, god, I love my tits sucked. Harder Daddy, harder, bite them."
This was certainly going well. The whole trip was now a success. What could make it better?
We both frantically threw clothing around the room and we tried to stay lip-locked. Finally, we were both naked, and she looked at me in a whole new light.
"You have such a beautiful cock, Daddy. Do you want to bruise my pussy with it?"
Nothing more needed saying. I threw her on one of the beds, spread her long, lithe legs, put them on my shoulders and rammed a hard cock into my little girl.
She grunted and moaned and made sexy noises and begged for more fucking, more fucking.
I gave it to her. And when I felt her pussy pulsating in a strong cum I shot a huge wad of spunk up her pussy.
We were both especially tired from the long trip and the long fuck and we both fell asleep almost immediately.
In the morning I awoke first. A leftover from the military. And I contemplated my Wendy, the scholar whore on the bed beside me. All was good.
After we had gotten cleaned up for the day, not without a little slap and tickle, but nothing serious, we had plans to go to a local university to do some research. I still had to find a good place for our phone-bank, and Wendy had research to do on India. She had been admitted to graduate school, and was starting early on her research on the Indian subcontinent.
As we were going up the steps of the library, a lovely Indian girl was coming down. Suddenly, she stumbled, and I was close enough to catch her. I also caught her smell. It was Jasmine. Lovely.
I could see that she had twisted her ankle, so Wendy told me to pick her up and bring her inside to a chair or sofa. I could tell she understood Wendy, because she protested, but I scooped her up and carried into the lobby where there were several places to lay her down.
"It's alright," I said. "Nothing bad can happen here. My name is Gary, this is my daughter, Wendy and we're just here to do research. Don't be afraid."
She was a little shy, I could tell, but she spoke most pleasant English as she said, "My name is Aashi, I'm sorry to be so much trouble."
Well, we are here, as I said to do research, so nothing compels us to stay. Could we escort you home?"
"Oh no," she said, "My home is some ways away in Nashik. I, too was here to do research on my post-graduate degree. I am staying here at a hotel."
"Well, we too are at a hotel for a few days. The Hyatt Regency."
"But, so am I," she blurted out. Then I thought I saw regret that she had given personal information out to a stranger.
"Well, then, my daughter can do some research this morning, but I am taking you back to the hotel. I insist." And, I did insist. She could see it in my eyes.
"That would be fine," she finally said, after looking into the eyes of my smiling, friendly daughter, Wendy.
I again carried her out, down the stairs, and we hailed a taxicab. On of those recklessly driven cars that you take your life in your hands when you enter. It seemed only seconds before the driver had brought us to the hotel.
When I carried her into the lobby, the staff immediately took control. They whisked her away and I was certain I would never see her again. I went morosely up to my room and watched another Bollywood movie on the tele, thinking of Aashi. She had reminded me of these girls dancing and singing on the television.
The phone rang. Thinking it was Wendy, I answered, "Hi cupcake." I heard a giggle on the line and realized it wasn't Wendy.
"This is Aashi, Gary." I got your number from the concierge. "I wanted to thank you properly for your help today."
This was my chance. "Don't blow it, you fool, " I thought.
"Oh think nothing of it Aashi. We are guests in your country. We must act with proper care to be good friends to good people."
"Thank you, again, Gary," she said, "But what I wanted to ask was would you and your daughter care to dine with me tonight? I'm afraid we would have to use room service, since I can barely walk from my room."
Hot Damn, I thought. This could be the real thing!
"Of course, we would both love to learn more about you and your wonderful country. My daughter is especially interested in this area of the world. Would you mind sharing some of your experiences and ideas?"
"Certainly, see you at 7 in room 415?"
"We'll be there," I said.
When Wendy arrived back that afternoon I sat her down on my bed. I wanted to plot the evening with her.
"Sweetie, we're going to learn some really new things tonight. Even better than last night, I hope. Are you game, knowing your family history now?"
"Hell, yes, Daddy. I've found a whole new life on this trip. Let's go all the way."
We made our plans.
We arrived at Aashi's right at 7 on the dot. She had slowly limped to the door, opened it, and smiled broadly to see us both together. She had obviously not been so open to strangers before.
We came in and she had full spread of supper there on her suite table. After greetings, we were offered places to sit and we all dined together. I noticed she had also had wine served. Good, all the better to seduce you my dear. We finished two bottles of red wine.
After we finished dining we sat in the suite chairs to chat, but Wendy sat in my lap. I saw Aashi was a little surprised. But she must have thought it was an American custom and didn't comment.
Then, Wendy placed her arms around my neck and said to Aashi, "Isn't he a handsome Daddy?"
Aashi blushed, I think, but her dark skin hid it well. "Yes, he seems so," she replied.
Then Wendy played the wild card. This would make or break the evening.
She reached down by her lovely legs, unzipped my fly, dug out my already hard cock and said, "This is why he's so handsome."
We thought Aashi might try to limp away and hide in the bathroom, but she surprised us both, happily.
She groaned and said, "Please be my Daddy, too?"
It had worked!
Wendy got down on the floor and began jacking me off. Aashi limped over, stooped down and said, "May I have some, too, please?"
Wendy placed her freckled hand behind Aashi's head of black hair, pulled her face down, and said, "Eat my Daddy."
And she did. She started working on my cock like she hadn't had sex in months. As Aashi worked on my cock, Wendy stripped naked and then began to strip Aashi, even while Aashi kept sucking as hard as she could.
When they were both naked it was quite a contrast. Wendy with her pale, freckly skin and small, perky tits, and Aashi with her dark, exotic skin, long, oiled hair and breasts that would not quit, they were so enormous and juicy looking. However, they did share one thing.
They both had completely hairless cunts. And they both had perky little clits peeking out, both of them already hard in anticipation.
"Now, who is your Daddy, now cunt?" I yelled.
Aashi cried, "You are my Daddy. Please love your little girl?"
"Then lie on the bed, while Daddy fucks you and your sister squeezes your tits."
That began a long night of cultural learning for all of us. Wendy learned to eat pussy, Aashi learned how to be fucked in the asshole, both learned how to cum and cum and cum some more. And I learned that being old didn't mean I couldn't fuck and suck all night, with any kind of girl in the world.
We all awakened the next day holding a cock, or pussy, or titty. Something to remember the evening by.
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