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 Dushyant Ji studied the activity around him with care, noting the security
people for the visiting VIPS' were bvious.  As general manager of one of
the largest research centers in the country, Dushyant was used to VIPS'
coming and going.  Still, today was different.  His boss, Bhagwati Ray ,
MD, Ph.D., was bringing Shiva Pharmaceuticals' board of directors in to
show off their multi-billion-dollar investment.  Shaking his head at the
type of ass-kissing Dr.  Bhagwati was apparently doing, Dushyant stepped
back into his office which overlooked the reception area on one side and
the area known as Lab One.

   He studied his handsome face in the in full length mirror behind the
door as he closed it and noticed a new gray hair nestled among the waves of
black.  At 40 years old, he was not only the youngest man in his position,
As he contemplated the reason for the errant hair, the phone rang. 
Crossing to his desk, he picked up the handset, surprised to hear the voice
of his 18-year-old daughter, Sarita.  "Sarita, what's going on?" he asked.
"Is everything okay?" "Oh, yes," she answered.  "I just wanted you to know
I'm home from school and to ask you about dinner." Dushyant could picture
his little girl, all smiles and becoming quite a pretty young lady.  Ever
since his wife, Luxmi, died, his work and Sarita was all that mattered to
him.  "Sure, honey," he finally said.  "At home or would you like to have a
date with a tired, old doctor?" She giggled, but said, "Tired, huh?  Then
dinner at home will be fine.  I'll start on the salad and I'll see you
later."

   He smiled at the thought of Sarita bustling around the kitchen.  Since
they did not require his presence at the meeting taking place in Lab One,
he buzzed his secretary and told her he was leaving for the day.  He also
let her know if Bhagwati needed him, they could reach him at home.  The
ride home was quicker than usual and, before long, he was turning onto the
main drive of Cascade Falls, a quiet upper-middle class housing
development. He remembered the day the house was completed and the joy on
Sarita's face when he finally showed it to her.  Keeping the house a secret
was difficult while they were building it, but somehow he managed to hide
the construction costs from the household budget program.  Closing the
garage door behind him, Dushyant entered the house and looked around, a
feeling of pride swelling inside him.  He remembered his poor roots and
marveled from time to time how hard work could pay off.  Turning into the
kitchen, he saw Sarita hard at work slicing tomatoes for the salad and
humming a tune he couldn't recognize.  He could smell steaks broiling and
he was slightly embarrassed when his stomach growled, a reminder that he
had missed lunch due to the project startup procedure.  At , Sarita had
large, firm Choochies Chootads and her mother's full lips.  Her wide
hazel-brown eyes stood out against her light brown skin, framed by her
long, jet black hair.

   How much she resembles her mother, he thought as he cleared his throat.
Sarita turned at the sound and when she saw her father, the smile spread
quickly across her face.  "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so you
have time to get cleaned up before we eat." Hmm.  Bossy, too - just like
her mother.  All during dinner, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off
Sarita, surprised to feel his Lund beginning to grow hard.  It served to
remind him he didn't really have time for sex since Luxmi died - between
his job and raising Sarita, where could time be found?  More, he realized
his erection was growing larger the more he looked at Sarita.  Her voice
brought him back to the present.  ". . .and I got an A on my science test."
Her voice trailed off as she noticed the odd look on her father's face. 
"Dad?  What's wrong?" Without saying anything, Dushyant stood suddenly,
forgetting his now raging hard on.  Sarita's eyes grew large at the sight
of the huge bulge in her father's pants, her young Choot instantly getting
hot and wet.  A friend at school, Rekha , had once bragged her father spent
a lot of time between her legs.  Of course, Sarita didn't believe her one
bit.

   One night during a slumber party, however, she had gotten up to go to
the bathroom and, on the way there, she heard the sounds of someone moaning
softly.  Following the sounds to the den, she noticed the door was opened
slightly and peeked in - and saw Rekha being fucked with gusto by her
father.  Sarita was both shocked and fascinated by the scene before her. 
Rekha's face was twisted with the effort of containing her father's ramming
Lund inside her young, tight Choot.  Having never seen a man's LUND before,
the sight of it awed her plunging in and out of Rekha with deep, swift
strokes lifting her off the edge of the desk.  Flushed with excitement,
Sarita slowly backed away from the lurid scene, very much aware of an ache
which suddenly appeared between her own legs.  She hurried off to the
bathroom and back to her sleeping bag and, after a while, she was fast
asleep.  Nevertheless, her dreams were of large, hard Lodas and lolas.  Her
mind snapped back to the present.  Her father was saying, ". . .  so, I'll
just go to bed.  Don't forget your homework and remember to put the dishes
away." Sarita just nodded and watched her father walk away, the residue of
emotions still fresh in her mind.  She completed her after-dinner chores
mechanically and soon found herself at her desk, trying to focus on her
notes for the upcoming algebra test.  She found her concentration wasn't
complete, the algebraic symbols momentarily losing their meaning.  Sarita
was frustrated and she was very much aware of the source of the
frustration. Sighing, she crossed the room to her bed, stretched out and
let her thoughts take control.  Sarita's mind opened to the scene of her
father getting up from the table, the bulge in his pants clearly defined.
Just the thought of the sight set her blood on fire.

   No matter how hard she tried to clear her mind, the picture hovered
there.  It bothered her to the point where, even wrapped in the comfort of
her bed, she couldn't get comfortable.  Her hand slipped under her shirt
and she absently toyed with a nipple.  With her other hand, she undid her
jeans, her fingers entwining the lush forest of hair.  She often felt
embarrassed at the crop of dark, curly hair framing her mound.  She let her
finger slide further down and she began to rub her clit, another prominent
feature she often wished she didn't have - but it didn't matter right now.
She continued to massage her now-erect nipples with one hand, the other
rubbing her clit with greater urgency, her pleasure increasing.  Sarita
stopped long enough to wriggle out of her restricting jeans, letting her
spread her long legs wider.

   The improved access to her wetness was just what the doctor ordered, as
she left her nipples to spread herself wider, slipping two fingers inside.
She imagined the huge imprint in her father's pants was inside her instead
of her fingers, a thought which increased the heat inside her.  Mouth open,
eyes slightly closed, Sarita worked her young Choot feverishly as her
climax built.  She saw in her mind her father's ass rising and falling
rhythmically as he fucked her until, finally, she exploded.  She gasped as
the sensation hit her hard, causing her to tremble with the release. 
Sarita found this was what she needed, as she curled up feeling warm and,
at least, momentarily sated, she drifted off.  * * * Dushyant stepped back,
closing the door just as quietly as he had opened it.

   He had gone to Sarita's room to apologize for not being very social at
dinner.  As he was about to knock on the door, Dushyant heard the sounds of
Sarita's labored breathing and wondered if she was crying because of his
rude behavior.  Turning the knob gently, he looked in and saw his daughter
fingering herself, lost in her own pleasure.  The sight of his little
girl's fingers sliding effortlessly in and out of her love nest cause an
immediate erection.  Butterflies appeared in his stomach and his knees felt
weak as he wondered what she was imagining.  His own thoughts were running
rampant as he watched her,noticing how large her clit was as she rubbed it
furiously, reminding him again how much Sarita reminded him of her mother.
Dushyant watched as Sarita climaxed, her young body trembling with such
energy, her breasts shaking with each wave rushing through her.  As she was
curling up, he silently closed the door and stood there, shaking.

   He went back to his own bedroom, his thoughts wild and what he just
witnessed.  Realizing his own need for release, he quickly undressed, his
Lund springing free from restraint.His hand found his erection instantly
and began the slow massaging action to which he'd become used to.  Sarita,
naked and open, flashed in his mind as he stroked his Lund, wondering what
it would be like to take her like the woman she was quickly becoming.  The
thought shamed him and inflamed his passion that much more as his strokes
were getting longer and faster.  Dushyant threw his head back and let out a
long moan as he felt the beginnings of his own orgasm.  With the picture of
Sarita's choot in his mind, he came, the long white spurts crossing the
room and landing quietly on the carpeting.  He continued to stroke his
spasming manhood, thinking it's been too long, much too long.  Dushyant
walked to his bathroom to get a towel and began cleaning up.  He felt the
heat of shame intermixed with the flush of release on his face as he knelt
to remove the now-cooling sperm from the rug.

   He started the shower, feeling the sudden need to be clean.  The water
stung him but relaxed him as its heat penetrated his tense muscles. 
Reaching for the soap, he reflected on his feelings about Sarita. 
Surprised he was even capable of thinking about Sarita in sexual terms; the
taboos of his youth instantly took their place in his mind, screaming their
warning of wrongness.  However wrong, Dushyantcouldn't deny his thoughts
were somewhat exciting.  Hell, who was he fooling?  Just the thought of
sliding his Lund into his "little girl" was such a rush he felt both
excited and ashamed simultaneously.  He was becoming confused, his thoughts
warring with his feelings.

   He remembered how embarrassed he felt never Luxmi asked him to change
Sarita as a baby.  Obviously, he'd seen more than his share of Choot, but
this was somehow different.  He would complete the task, always coming away
from it a little shaken and never really knowing why.  Turning off the
shower, he began the task of drying himself while trying to clear the
jumble of thoughts in his head.  Dushyant knew he should focus on his work;
he was sure after today's presentation, the secret project in Lab One would
require