Indian Gay sex story — Daddy’s girl – Older friend turns me into a little girl

Indian Gay sex story — Daddy’s girl – Older friend turns me into a little girl

 

When I was 18 I found myself working in a local grocery store. It was my first real job, kind of boring, not much real work being done. Just something I could do after college and on the weekends to earn some money. I had many co-workers, but this story is about my relationship with just one.

Debjit was a 38 year old man who worked the grocery store in evening to earn some extra income. He was a big strapping man. 6’3″ with broad muscular shoulders and short hair. He had a commanding air about him. Most of the time he wore a stern look, very tight lipped and business like. Not the kind of man you got a warm friendly feeling from, and definitely some one you wouldn’t want to cross. But we got to know each other through work. We used to chat a lot. He liked to talk about sports and his family. With me chiming in about being young, the trials and tribulations of young manhood. We talked about girls and sex a lot. With me being young and inexperienced and him an older male, he had plenty to share.

What I liked about Debjit was the feeling of masculine security I had when I was around him. On more than one occasion he had stepped in and ‘saved’ me from a rude customer. Using his intimidating predisposition to make short work of a difficult customer. It always left me feeling elated that he I had this big burly protector looking out for me.

Some how in the course of our working relationship Debjit and I had exchanged phone numbers for some reason or another. It was early on a Friday evening when I got a call on my cell from Debjit.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Hey Billu, how’s it hanging?” asked Debjit.
“Ahhh…low I guess.”
“What? Did catch ya jerkin off?” he teased.
“Ha, no. Just surprised to hear from you. Whats up?”
“My wife took the kids out of town and just sittin’ here watching porn.”
I was a little taken aback, but kind curious now as to why he called me. “Yeah? What are you doing” I retorted.
“Haha, I got some good stuff here. Why don’t you come over and hang out with me?” I was definitely a little weirded out, but my perception of Debjit was one of a man’s man. And if he thought it was cool to hang out with another guy and watch porn then it must be normal. My indecision must have been evident by my silence, because he responded with, “What else are you going to do? Sit at home and play with yourself? Or come and drink a few beers with me?” That settled the matter, porn and beer, good times.
“Alright, I’ll be over in a few.” I answered and hung up.

I walked up to his front door an knocked. He answered in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt.
“Hey, come in!” He said, taking my boyish hand in his big, warm masculine hand. “Glad you came. Been getting lonely here.”
“Yeah man, was just sitting around anyway.”
He led me into the kitchen, “You want a beer?” he asked.
“Sure!” I replied as he handed me an open bottle.
“You’re not going to pass out after one are you? Ya light weight?”
“No way, I can hold my own!” I insisted. Really, I hadn’t had much experience drinking, after all I had been sitting at home on a Friday night. I started drinking as he led me into the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. Following his que I sat next to him. There was already a movie on. It looked like a young girl going to town sucking some guys cock. She was dressed in a little school girl outfit, complete with stockings and skirt. Her face was made up pretty heavily to make her look young. She was cute.
“I love this scene!” Debjit exclaimed. “This girl can really suck a dick! You ever had a girl who could suck like that?”
“Yeah.” I lied. I’d had a blowjob before but nothing quite like that. I had always loved oral scenes. There was just something about watching a girl go down that really turned me on. It even made me a little curious. What was it like to suck a dick?
The movie progressed with the guy getting up and bending the girl over. He started smacking and kneading her ass. It was then that I started feeling tipsy. I was still on my first beer but I didn’t feel in control any longer. I decided to just sit back and keep watching, try to get my senses back. But what happened on screen next was a real shock. The guy in the movie grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. Instead of seeing a hot pink pussy, cock and balls were dangling on screen. I looked over at Debjit to see him rubbing his cock furiously through his gym shorts. Looking back to the screen I see this guy licking his/her ass hole and preparing to fuck her. Turning to Debjit I try to say “What the fuck!” but the words get caught on my lips and slur. Debjit slides closer, and puts his arm around me.
“Uh oh, looks like someone can’t handle their beer.” he rests my head on his shoulder facing the tv. “Oooo, that looks like fun doesn’t it? Can you imagine being them?” The last thing I remember is being lifted up and carried out of the room.

I came too, laying in bed looking up at the ceiling, with a teddy bear in my arm. I sat up, the bear tumbling away from me. I was immediately aware of a set of blonde curls falling into my face. Reaching up I noticed I was wearing a wig. My surroundings were that of a little girl’s bedroom. I was on a canopy bed with a pink bed spread. The walls, also a light pink, were adorned with posters of young teen singers, the kind little girls go crazy for. I spotted a mirror on the adjacent wall, slid off the bed and got in front of it. I was quite speechless to see what was looking back at me. I had on a blond wig with short curly hair, and my face was made-up. Much like the woman in the porn, lots of eye shadow, lipstick, and blush. I was wearing a pink cotton nighty and knee high white socks. As I ran my hands down my thighs I noticed they had been shaved. Reaching the hem on the short night gown I lifted it up to reveal a pair of tiny white cotton panties with my cock and balls tucked neatly inside. Tucking a thumb into the waist band I peered inside and confirmed my suspicions. All my pubic hairs were gone. Though I was alarmed at what had happened this evening I had to admit I looked pretty cute. With the hem still raised I turned a circle around in front of the mirror checking out my ass in the tight panties.
“Looking hot!” came a voice from behind me. I turned around to see Debjit wearing a silky blue robe, closing the door and fastening several locks.
“What the fuck did you do to me?!” I demanded.
“That’s no way for a little girl to talk.” he reprimanded quite sternly, an edge in his voice. He walked to the foot of the bed and sat down. “If you have questions come and sit on PaPa’s lap.” he said very sweetly while patting his thigh.
“Fuck you!” I spat back.
In one swift motion Debjit leaped up and cleared the distance between us. With one hand locked around my throat he pinned me against the wall with his body, I could feel his hard-on against my leg.
With our faces inches apart, “Good girls don’t talk that way. You call me PaPa and behave yourself, or else…” and his hand tightened around my throat for a moment. Then, just a suddenly, it was around the back of my neck and head. Very loving and massaging, but firm. “Now, give PaPa a kiss.” And he pulled my lips to his. I tried to resist but there was no escape, he was much bigger and stronger than me. He sucked and squeezed my lips with his own. Debjit kept trying to push his tongue into my mouth. Sliding it between my lips and running it along my head. I have to admit his authoritarian attitude was turning me on, it was like I didn’t have to choose because he was in charge. I let my mouth open and his tongue immedeately found it. Our tongues swirled together, increasing the passion. His hand dropped to my ass, gave a hard squeeze. He lifted my leg up onto his hip. With me pinned against the wall, smothering me with the intensity of his kisses, Debjit’ cock found its way out of his robe and between my legs where it rubbed all over. Dry humping me. The intense sexuality of the situation had enveloped me. My mind was in turmoil. With my body acting out fantasies entertained only in depths of my mind, the reality was just shocking. I tried to resist myself, to make me stop. But my teenage lust and the thrill of the taboo were too much to be controlled. I surrendered to the passion and let my hand drop down to Debjit’ thigh. Gliding across the smooth silk of his robe I followed the contour of his inner thigh. My index finger was first to make contact with his rigid member. I traced up and down the side of his cock, feeling its length and warmth. Turning my hand I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed it. Slowly I began to pump and stoke his thick base. He moaned in my mouth, and stuck his tongue deeper into my mouth. Suddenly Debjit pulled his head back and looked into my eyes as I stroked his cock. Coming to a decision he leaned in and kissed me once more, long and deep. He broke our embrace and on the bed, feet on the floor, resting on his hands. His big hard cock pointing straight up, and pulsing.
“Oh baby, my little girl looks so hot!” he told me. “Come over here and let PaPa get a look at you.”
There was something so wrong about Debjit calling himself PaPa. But it was so sexy! I straightened out my night dress and tip-toed over. His hands went right my hem, lifting my dress and leering at me. His lecherous look was enough to tell me how hot he was, not to mention his raging member. Debjit grabbed me by my hips and spun me around. With my dress lifted up I could feel him staring at my ass. His hands on my hips he slowly pulled me down onto his lap. Debjit cock sticking out from between my legs felt like it could hold me up on its own. I leaned back into his chest and began to gyrate my hips. I stroked his cock with my ass as his hands felt up my chest where my little teen tits would be. He kissed my neck and let his hands fall to my crotch. He began rubbing my cock and balls as he rocked me back and forth on his shaft. I knew he wanted more.
“Oooo baby, make PaPa feel good.” he whispered in my ear.
I got down on my knees in front of him and pushed his robe off his legs. Giving me a great view of his cock. It was magnificent. At least 8″ long and thick. He was big and smooth, his cock looked mean. I could clearly see the veins under his skin, his cock looked like it would fuck me hard if given the chance. On my knees, level with his big smooth balls, looking up I tenderly reached up and grabbed his cock at the base and started stroking it.
“Like this PaPa?” I asked very sweetly.
“Oh yeah, baby. Stroke PaPa’s cock!”
I let my hand move up and down his thick shaft, exploring him as I went. Debjit laid back and enjoyed my soft hands. As I stroked I noticed his pre-cum drizzling from his head. I positioned myself above him and with one long sweep of my tongue licked his head clean. Debjit moaned and sat back up.
“You’re a naughty girl!” he told me, “Where’d you learn that?”
Playing along I answered, “From your videos, PaPa.”
“You naughty girl! You shouldn’t be looking at my videos!” he playfully reprimanded. Debjit grabbed me by my arm and pulled me across his lap. He lifted my nighty and brought his hand down hard on my butt. He spanked me at a slow steady pace, relishing in his domination over me.
“You’ve been very naughty, Crystal!” he shouted, “You think you’re old enough to see what a woman does?”
With that he tossed me on to the bed. He got up and stooding on his knees in the middle of the bed. Debjit stripped his robe. With him kneeling in front of me, his cock pointing right at my face. I was knew what he wanted.
“Show me what else you saw.”
Coming closer, I opened my mouth and licked his cock head. I could taste more precum. It was sweet and sticky. His cock felt so alive on my tongue, warm and pulsing. I opened my mouth and took his head in. I loved the feeling of this big dick in my mouth. Letting my tongue caress him and slide over his ridges. I began gliding back and forth on his head, making gentle sucking sounds as I went. His body trembled as my tongue caressed the soft side under his head. I knew he wanted to fuck my mouth, but he was holding back, being gentle.
“Ooooo, good girl. Good girl. That’s how PaPa likes it!” he said.
I started sucking faster and faster, pulling more and more of his cock into my mouth. I sucked and slurped at his cock, working my way down his shaft. Having so much of him in my mouth I could feel his cock in my throat. That was when I noticed him start to pump and thrust, though gently. His cock, that was already rock hard, turned to a piece of steel in my mouth. His moaning got louder and more ragged.
“I’m gonna cum, baby! You want PaPa’s cum in your mouth?”
I moaned my agreement. He took one deep breath and held it. Putting his hands on my shoulders he pulled his cock out so only his greatly engorged head rested on my tongue. I could taste and feel little bursts of cum spraying from his cock as he fought to hold back his raging torrent of semen. With a great exhalation he went from resisting his orgasm to reveling in it. A hot, thick, jet of cum shot from his cock. It felt like lava on my tongue. Debjit thrust his cock back into my throat and shot load after load into my mouth. It took minutes for him to stop cumming, he just kept pushing spurt after spurt out of his cock. Until finally he withdrew from my mouth.
“Oh baby. Good girl, Crystal. ” he said exhausted. That was his name for me, Crystal, his little girl.
I got up on my knees and use my finger to wipe the cum off my lips and into my mouth. Debjit grabbed me around the waist and drew me to him. He kissed me long deep, surely tasting his own cum in my mouth. He laid me down on the bed and kept kissing me. Caressing my ass as we kissed, my own hard cock trapped between us. He broke the kiss and slid down my body. Pushing the nighty up revealed the outline of my hard cock through the tight panties.
“You’re horny, aren’t you Crystal?”
“Oh yes PaPa, will you take care of me?”
“Anything for you, baby.” And he pulled the panties down my legs and off my feet, gave them a long sniff, and threw them aside. He got down and pushed my cock against my stomach with his tongue. Running it up and down the underside of my cock, getting me all wet. He grabbed my hard-on and held if up as he licked my balls, taking them in his mouth and running his tongue over them. It was a thrilling feeling, so sensual. But then his mouth moved to my butt. I felt his tongue push its way between my cheeks and flick my hole. He stopped.
“You’re so tight, Crys! Such a sexy little girl!” I could see now his cock was rock hard again. He reached into his robe and produce a bottle of lube. Lubed up two fingers and shoved them in my hole, causing me to gasp. It was a very odd feeling being fingered. But I could feel him rubbing my prostate, which made me feel like cumming. He withdrew his fingers and began lubing his cock. That big meaty member of his looked even meaner wet, and glistening. A sudden wave of fear ripped through me as I became keenly aware of what he intended to do to me. Debjit grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up onto his thighs. He leaned over and kissed me deep.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle. Just try and relax while PaPa pops your cherry.” He pecked me once more on the lips then sat up again. He took his cock in hand and began rubbing the head on my hole. The feeling sent thrills of excitement and fear running through my body. His fingers spread my cheeks apart as he began pushing into my hole. The pain was intense. It felt like he was ripping me apart. But he kept pushing and pushing. After every bit of cock he buried in me he would pull out and inch before pushing back in, allowing me a little time to get adjusted. But it still shot jolts of pain through me every time he did it. I let my head fall to the side so he wouldn’t see the tear roll down my cheek, when I spotted the teddy bear. I grabbed it and hugged to my chest. The site of a teary eyed little girl with his cock in side her must have sent Debjit over the sexual edge. I felt his cock tremble and jump, it felt as if it would lift me off the bed. He grabbed my hips and with a mighty thrust pushed his cock all the way in me. The look of his face was one of pure animal lust as he began fucking me intensely. To my great relief the last thing I thought possible occurred; the pain stopped. Instead of waves of pain I now felt intense euphoria. It was blissful being fucked like a little girl!
“Oh PaPa! Fuck me!” I yelled. Debjit leaned over toward me with his cock in me still. Causing my hips to elevate and my cock to point straight at my face. I could have kissed if I tried. But Debjit leaned into me kissed me on the mouth. He sat back and began grunting as he grabbed my hips and fucked me with even greater vigor. His cock in my hole was producing such intense feeling I knew I was going to orgasm without even touching my cock.
“I’m going to cum, PaPa!”
Again Debjit leaned up toward my face, but this time not to kiss me. He kept fucking with my cock pointed at my own face. And when I came, possibly the biggest, hottest orgasm of my life, I shot my cum all over myself. Debjit kept fucking me as I came. Blast after blast landing on my mouth, nose, and cheeks. Seeing his little slut covered in cum push Debjit to orgasm. His breathing became irregular just like his strokes. Again he held his breath, and again he released it with his orgasm. Grunting up at the sky he shot load after load of cum deep inside me. He pulled his spent cock out of me and collapsed on the bed. We lay there, complete drained.

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