2 comments/ 7826 views/ 4 favorites Beatrix Unbound: Letters to a Friend By: Salteena Beatrix is not my real name; I would be a fool to put that on the Internet, na? But it is a good Catholic name and I am a Catholic. I live in India, in the Southern state of Tamil Nadu. Many of the events you are going to read about actually happened; although they have been somewhat "expanded on" with the thoughts and feelings I expressed to my dear guide, mentor and confidant, Salteena. A mere recitation of facts would be so boring isn't it? Finally, for those strange ones among you who think that young people must not have sexual feelings and experiences until after their eighteenth birthday, you can rest assured that throughout I was completely old enough. This is my story... Yes, it's true; I am in a mood to fuck my Dad. Does that shock you? Why my Dad? Well, I am not interested in young men my own age; they are just boys still. In fact the way they giggle and chatter together they are more like girls than boys! Yes, that's right, they do giggle; Indian boys are like that. No, I like older, more mature men; the sort of men who turn my tummy to jelly and set off a tingle in my pussy when they look at me in that certain way. Out of all the older mature men I like I like my Uncle A very much, but my Dad is the one I like the most. We live alone most of the time, just Dad and me. His Wife, my mother, is a software engineer. She is very good at her job. She works in Bangalore. She only comes home to Chennai once a month; mostly for a long weekend, but sometimes she stays for up to a week. I hate it when she is here. I know Dad is fucking her, I can hear the two of them carrying on sometimes, and that makes me very jealous. Not only that, whenever she is home Dad is extra strict with me and scolds me severely if I do anything wrong. He scolds me often at the best of times, but it seems he is doubly hard on me when she is around. She won't let me do anything either. I am not allowed to go to the mall or to see my best friend D. She won't even let me eat ice cream! I love ice cream. Of course I sometimes deserve to be scolded. Tamil Nadu is still very traditional in a lot of ways, particularly in the community where our house is. Even at my age I have no other choice but to dress modestly when we go out, almost always in Salwar Kameez; and I have to behave in a reserved and demure manner. But I am a young woman bursting with life and curiosity and I sometimes cross boundaries I should not. Sometimes I also talk on the telephone with friends for too long or I neglect my studies. So Dad scolds me. I sometimes think Dad and His Wife are much too concerned with what other people think. I still want to fuck Dad though. I must find a way to make him interested in me for sex. Can you help me with that? I want to be more to him than just somebody who is around all the time; almost part of the furniture in fact. I must be careful still. I am too frightened of him to say anything right out to his face, or do anything too bold, in case it makes him angry and pushes him away from me. I must let Dad know somehow that I will not reject him, or be upset if he makes a move on me, but he has to take the first steps. How can I go about it? *** Hello. I took Dad's hand phone. I take it to my room often so that I can look at the pictures of his cock he put on it to send to His Wife. He thinks I just play games on it. Yes, wanting to fuck him the way I do, when I think of him and her she is His Wife and not my mother. I like Dad's cock and I want to see it for real. He is not fully erect in the pictures, but I can tell what his cock would look like if it was. I relieve my feelings while I look at the pictures and imagine licking and sucking it, and his balls, and then spreading my legs wide so he can put it in me. I want to feel Dad's cock inside me. Tonight I took his phone to my room with me. When I was getting ready for bed I left my bedroom door a little way open instead of closing it fully as I usually do. I took my jeans and panties and bra off until I was only in my pink t-shirt – I am allowed to wear western clothes around the house when there are no non-family visitors – and looked at myself in the mirror. My shirt only just hid my nude pussy and ass by two or three inches. Very tempting Beatrix! Even though I thought it myself! I rubbed and tugged at my nipples so that they stood out hard under my shirt. They are very sensitive and they stick out nicely when I am horny; like I always get when I think about fucking Dad. And then I dialled his number from the spare phone Dad gives me when I go out on my own with my friends. I did that so that Dad would come into my room to answer his phone. I cut off the call when he came through the door. He smiled when he saw the way I was dressed and my heart jumped. But when he looked at his phone and saw that it was a missed call from me he lost his temper and scolded me severely in harsh tones. But I could tell he was looking at my bare legs and at my breasts all the while, especially my nipples, even though he was trying to hide it. Oh, why wouldn't he just pick me up and throw me onto my bed and fuck me? I was so wet and ready for him down there! Instead he shouted that I should keep my bedroom door shut in future and then stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. He didn't say I shouldn't take his phone again though. I was so disappointed, but I was feeling so hot I relieved my mood just the same. Just thinking about it again is making me wet now. I will write to you again tomorrow (wink). *** Hi! Thank you for that e-card you sent. It really made me laugh. And no I wouldn't! It is Dad's birthday tomorrow. He said I should go with him to choose a cake and afterwards we would go the mall to find him some new clothes for his birthday present. I like shopping (smile). I could be the best birthday present Dad ever had. He only has to ask! Buying the cake was quick and easy and we drove to the mall. After a lot of searching, we finally decided that a new pair of jeans and a smart shirt will be just right for him. I made him try several pairs of jeans on and show me each one (so that I could admire his body openly, hehehe!). I eventually chose a nice pair; tight ones that showed off the bulge of his cock and balls and his taut ass to perfection. He thanked me for helping him choose and he took my hand and squeezed it gently. Taking my hand is nothing unusual as we often hold hands when we are out walking together, so it felt like just a normal father-daughter encounter. But Dad doing that made me very happy. Sometimes, when we are talking when we are out walking, I try to get close and brush my breast against his arm but he never seems to notice. Perhaps it is because I don't have very big breasts. I couldn't help thinking though: 'Hmmmm, problem is that when Your Wife sees you in those jeans she will want to fuck you just as much as I want to. Maybe they are not such a good choice after all?' "Beatrix, we should buy you a new dress as well; and you must wear it when we cut my birthday cake at midnight tonight. What would you like; a pretty Salwar Kameez, or some new jeans and a t-shirt perhaps?" I considered for a long moment. What would be the sexiest thing I could wear to make him notice me? Hmmmmm... "No, I would like a sari please." He looked surprised; and pleased too. There was significance in my choice as well, because in India the only man who should buy a girl a sari is her husband. If that crossed his mind he didn't show it though. Little did Dad know, in that instant I decided to wear no bra under the top and wear the sari very low on my hips and down at the front, to just an inch or two above my pubic hair, to show off my belly and waist to him. I would wear no panties down below either, so if I could tempt him to stroke my belly and then run his hand down and inside my sari he would find me right away...wet...ready. Just that mental image alone made me moist; right then and there in the store! I will write to you tomorrow and tell you everything. *** Hello, I'm back. It was a few minutes after midnight. Dad was wearing his new jeans and shirt. I told him that he looked very smart. Then I twirled in front of him with my arms spread wide; showing him my body. He would have glimpsed my ankles as well. A sari worn this low is very sexy. Like I planned, I had no panties on, but I was a coward and wore a bra beneath the top. Still, it unhooked at the front so that he could see and touch my nude breasts quickly if he wanted to undress me. I wish I had been brave enough to leave both bra and top off and gone to him bare breasted with only the scarf hiding my chest, just like the court women used to dress for their Rajah in the olden days, but I knew he would yell at me. "Your sari is very pretty Beatrix, it suits you. Come, let us cut the cake, Will you help me?" The cake was very soft and easy to cut, but Dad still wanted me to put my hand on his and we pressed the knife down together. Just like at a wedding. I wish! His skin felt so warm! When the first cut was made I wished him a happy birthday and kissed him on the cheek; just like you suggested I could try and do to make him notice me. I never kiss him normally. I haven't done so ever since I was a little girl; His Wife told me not to. He went stiff for a moment as if startled and I tensed waiting for him to tell me off, but he relaxed again and smiled to himself. I took over serving the cake; a large piece for him and a smaller one for me. We sat on the sofa together to eat. We didn't speak. The night was very quiet; there wasn't even the faint hum of distant traffic like there normally is. The only sounds to break the silence were the occasional clink of a fork on a plate when one of us cut off a portion of our cake. We finished at the same time and I took our plates back to the table... "Would you like another piece?" "No thank you. You gave me quite a big one before." I thought to myself there was "big one" he could give me too! "Well, it is your birthday, Dad...I wish I could give you a really nice gift...something you would really like...something you would treasure forever." I prayed he would say my body was the best gift he could ever hope to receive! But he didn't; he just smiled and patted the seat beside him for me to come and sit down again. I sat closer to him this time, almost touching our hips. I plucked up courage and put my hand on his leg; another thing you suggested. I put it about five inches above his knee. I waited for him to scold me, but he didn't, in fact he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. "It is nice being here with you like this on my birthday Beatrix" I tilted my head back to look up to him and thanked him. I looked into his eyes. My throat was exposed. My lips were moist; slightly parted. 'Kiss me, please!' I begged in my mind. 'Surely you must want to? Put your hand on my breasts! My nipples are so hard they are clearly visible even through the bra under my top! Help me to undo and push my sari to the floor! Get on your knees between my thighs and spear me with your lovely cock! Fuck me! Here! Now!' But he just smiled: "However, I think it's time you went to bed." I was crushed. After all my efforts to give myself to him, he didn't want me at all. Verging on tears I got up and prepared to leave the room. "Goodnight Beatrix." Fighting back my hurt feelings I smiled and returned and kissed him on the cheek again. "Goodnight." It was only a week since my period finished and I was as horny as hell...for him, but I felt he had deliberately snubbed me and I didn't want to masturbate after that. On the other hand, part of me said... 'Go on Beatrix, be brave! Leave your door wide open. Strip naked and lie on your bed with your legs wide open and fuck yourself with your fingers. If he sees you like that he will surely come and fuck you.' Then the other, more timid part of me chimed in... 'Or scold you like he never has before...or even beat you!' Maybe, I thought, I could lay face down on my bed so that he would see the curve of my nude ass and the sweep of my legs and back in the dim light...very modest; very artistic; very tempting? But I was still too afraid of him to be that daring, but I did leave my door slightly open in what I hoped was a subtle invitation. I was almost nude; right down to my bra with no panties on when I heard him walking along the passageway on the way to his room. He paused outside my door. Holding my breath hopefully I undid my bra and let it drop to the floor. I prayed for him to come in, but he didn't. "Dad...?" "Yes Beatrix?" I moved closer to the door. My knees were shaking from being so near to him utterly nude. My pussy was moist. I wondered if he could smell me. All he had to do was push the door open. He would like what he saw and he wouldn't be able to resist me! I waited too long. He closed my door gently but firmly and went to his bed. I can hear you thinking 'Why didn't you just open the door wide and wish him a happy birthday?' Yes, I know that is what I should have done! I leaned my forehead against the door feeling utterly stupid and miserable. I decided to try one more time. I walked along the corridor to his room. I felt really naughty walking around the house completely naked. My pussy began to tingle. I swore to myself I would not lose courage this time. I reached his door and knocked on it gently. "Dad...?" "What is it, Beatrix?" I imagined him already undressed; maybe standing there looking at the door in the nude. I was so tense I didn't even think of looking through the keyhole... "Dad...I....I want..." "What is it you want my dear?" I was about to say "I want to come into your room and give you an extra special birthday kiss", but he sounded very stern and once again my nerve totally left me! "Oh...it's nothing...happy birthday." "Thank you my dear. I'll see you in the morning." My mind screamed 'Why are you being so silly, Beatrix? Just go in and show him how much you want him!' But no, I turned on my heel and went back to my own bed. I certainly relieved myself! Three times! *** This was a shock! It is a long story. I hope you don't mind. "Will you come to Kodaikanal with me?" Dad's words dropped into my mind like a bomb! He just walked into the house midway through the day and asked me that! "I have taken 4 days off work...will you?" My heart lurched at the possibility of being alone with him in a new place. Maybe that would change his attitude towards me? "But what about Your Wi...Mom? Won't she want us to go and visit her if you have days off? Or will she be coming too?" My heart trembled that he was about to say, "Yes, your Mom will be there", but... "She is too busy. Besides, I think it is time you and I had some quality time to to know each other better." Did that mean he had finally realized I wanted him to fuck me? 'No, don't get ahead of yourself, Beatrix!' I thought. 'No doubt it will still be only father-daughter. In other words situation normal!' "Y...y...yes, ok." "Go and pack then. We must leave before 4 o'clock and it is a six hours' drive at least. Remember too it can be very cold up there so pack warm clothes." For the next while it was a frantic choose, discard, choose, discard, reconsider, and discard again. How could I look sexy to him all bundled up like that? What should I wear in the car? My room looked like a storm has passed through. Nevertheless I was packed and ready half an hour before we were supposed to leave. He was ready to leave right away too. "Get in the back so you can sleep on the way." "No, I want to sit up front with you." He shrugged. "As you wish." A small part of my excitement for the adventure dissipated. Didn't he really care whether I sat with him or not? Just the same I admired his attentive profile, his strong hands on the steering wheel and the skilful way he threaded our way through the traffic. Driving in India takes a lot of concentration! Can you guess what I would have liked to do? I would have liked to rest my head in his lap and suck his cock all the way to Kodaikanal! I wonder how many times I could have made him cum? I hear you say: 'Oh, be sensible Beatrix! You have never seen a real live cock yet, let alone sucked one!' Yes, you are right. It took an hour and fifteen to clear the city traffic and then we are truly on our way. After a further hour Dad pulled up at a roadside tea house for us to take a break from driving, have some refreshment and freshen up. "I didn't manage to book a hotel on the Internet before we left. We shall have to find somewhere to stay when we arrive." "What if everywhere is full?" "It won't be all that busy at this time of year so we should be ok. What kind of accommodation should we look for? There are guest houses as well as hotels." "I think a hotel would be best...more chance of us getting rooms I mean." 'And less chance of "friendly interference" in our affairs!' I thought 'Or do I really mean Affaire? You can only hope, Beatrix!' "So, what kind of rooms should we look for?" I clenched my fingernails in my palms so hard it hurt, praying he wouldn't notice... "If we find a nice hotel it might be expensive...maybe we should share a room?" "Ummmmm, we shall see. Come on, let's get moving again. We still have a long way to go." Kodaikanal was much more crowded than Dad expected. Although we arrived before 10pm it was over an hour before we found a hotel with any space available. "We only have two rooms left I am afraid, sir. One is the Bridal Suite, which is only free for two nights anyway, and the other is a twin room on the fourth floor with two separate beds." The hotel was very modern and looked very pricey. I wanted the Bridal Suite! "We will see the twin room please." The two beds, one queen size and one narrow single cot were about seven feet apart. I knew which one would be mine. Dad nodded approvingly. The hotel clerk pushed back the curtains covering the windows... "You cannot see anything much now, sir, but in the morning you will be able to look across the tea plantation below us and across the valley. It is very a pretty view." Dad glanced at me and pursed his lips. "Ok, we'll take the room. Ask the bellboy to bring our bags up please." He looked at me quizzically... "Do you like this hotel?" "Yes, the room is nice." "And you don't mind sleeping in the same room as me?" I knew I mustn't seem too enthusiastic. "It will be ok." Oh why didn't he ask if I would mind sleeping in the same bed as him? "...if it's ok with you too." He take a half step as if heading towards me, but then he turned and walked to the window and gazed out through the darkness at the distant specks of light that must have been farm dwellings. Talking to his own reflection as much as me he murmured... "We are going to have a very nice time in Kodaikanal, I promise." He could have kept that promise by fucking me right then! "I am sure we will, Dad; it is good being here with you in this new place." I wish I could have said "sharing a bedroom with you, on our own in this new place", but he would have thought that was too forward of me. "Come here for a moment." I went to stand beside him, hoping he would take hold of my hand or put his arm around my shoulders, or even take me in his arms, but he kept his distance. He smiled at our reflections standing side by side... "I shall enjoy exploring new places and new things with you." "Yes, it is going to be exciting for me also." I wanted to say "You can explore me anytime!" 'Exciting'! What an understatement; my pussy was soaking without him even touching me! Beatrix Unbound: Letters to a Friend "Mmmmm, doing things you have never done before, discovering new experiences, can seem a bit scary, but I will take care of you." My heart raced. What did all that innuendo mean? 'Things you have never done before'? 'New experiences'? Was it that he had had secret plans for me all along? "I..." The bellboy arrived with our bags before I could tell Dad that I would take care of him also. I was going to link my arm through his and push my breast against his arm while I said it just to show him I was ready for anything he wanted. Timing is everything; and that opportunity went begging. Dad tipped the bellboy, in truth quite an old man, it must have been a large amount because he looked pleased, and he bowed and wished us a pleasant stay and a good night as he closed the door. Dad drew the curtains, shutting out the night. "It has been a long tiring day, Beatrix, we must get some rest. Find your nightdress quickly and go into the bathroom to change." He had reverted to his usual authoritative father self. I preferred the other softer Dad, perhaps the prospective lover, but I did as he said without argument. I wished he had let me undress there in front of him! When I come out of the bathroom I found Dad had turned off all the bedroom lights, leaving only the faint glow of the emergency night light burning. I stood in the doorway for a moment with the bathroom light on behind me. My nightdress is ordinary cotton, but I am sure he was able to see the outline of my body through it. He looked, but he didn't stare. He was still fully dressed. He motioned to me to go to my bed and then walked past me into the bathroom. Even through the closed door I heard the splash of water as he pissed. I imagined him standing there holding his cock lightly in his fingers with the urine jetting out in a powerful stream and prayed that one day he would let me hold it for him like that. I was in my bed under the covers when he exited the bathroom. He hadn't changed into his night clothes in there as I did. He turned off the bathroom light and shut the door. My eyes quickly adjusted to the night light. I could see him quite clearly even in the dimness. Pretending not to look I watched him undo his jeans and push them down his legs and over his feet, taking his socks off at the same time. He stood upright to fold his jeans neatly before draping them over the bedside chair. His cock and balls made a very impressive bulge in his underpants. My hand found its way up under my nightdress. It was as if it was acting of its own accord. My fingers pushed inside the leg hole of my panties and into my pussy. I was so wet! I held my breath, mentally pleading with him to slip his underpants down to show me his cock; to walk across that narrow space with it pointing at me; nodding its determination to penetrate me with his every step. But no, he quickly skipped into a pair of track pants before taking off his sweater and shirt until he was left in his vest. And then he climbed into bed. "Goodnight Beatrix." "Goodnight, Dad." Oh no! I forgot to kiss him like you said I should! Throwing caution to the winds I threw my covers aside; scrambled out of bed and ran across the room and pecked him on the cheek. Only on the cheek to be sure, but still a kiss; a small token of my feelings for him! My hand rested on the pillow beside his head. I thought 'OMG, do you smell my pussy on my fingers? I do! Grab hold of me please! Drag me into your bed! Don't even bother to make me nude; just fuck me!' But he did nothing of the kind and only repeated, "Goodnight Beatrix." But he looked pleased just the same. My desires frustrated yet again I returned to my own bed. My pussy was aching for release; did I dare to masturbate? What if he heard me and scolded me? I heard a rustle of bedclothes from across the room. Was he going to visit me after all? Did that little kiss convince him I can be his to fuck as often as he likes? No, it was a soft regular movement sound. Rubbing...? Was he...? I thought he was! The noise carried on. I became sure! Dad was masturbating! Was he thinking about me? I prayed he wasn't imagining His Wife! I projected strong thoughts at him, praying that he would hear them... 'I wish you would ask me over to your bed, Dad, and let me stroke your cock for you! You would have to show me how to do it properly at first, but surely it would be nicer for you for me to do it once you have taught me how? You could put your hand up under my nightdress and feel my pussy. Perhaps we could cum together?' While all this raced in my mind, not caring what he may hear or think, I opened my legs wide and plunged into my wet with the fingers of both hands. I reached orgasm almost instantly, burying my face into my pillow hard to suppress the hot moan I generally let out when I cum. He suddenly stopped moving and sighed softly. Dad had cummed too! The next morning I stretched luxuriously, revelling in the bed warmth. We slept late; it was after nine o'clock. I looked across to Dad's bed and was disappointed to see it was empty. I was hoping he would still be there. After masturbating at the same time as him last night – yeah, I am sure he would have heard me relieving my mood at the same time as he was – if he had still been in bed, I would have gone over and kissed him good morning. Perhaps I might have plucked up the courage to get into bed with him once I got there, or he may have invited me in? I heard noises from the bathroom. So that is where he was! I quickly left my bed and ran across the room and slipped under the covers to where he had been sleeping. The bed was still warm from his body and it smelled of him too; his lovely man-smell. Almost automatically I pulled my nightdress up high and slid my hand down my belly and into my panties. My pussy was wet already. Would I have time to cum before he finished his bath and returned to the bedroom? "Beatrix! What on earth are you doing in my bed?" He was dressed in a hotel bathrobe. I was sure he was naked underneath. I felt my face burning. "I...I...I wanted to see what it felt like...mine is very narrow and not very comfortable." "Well, get out this instant!" He sounded furious. He started to pull the covers back... "And go to the bathroom and get washed quickly or we shall miss out on breakfast." I only just had time to get my hand out of my panties, but not enough to pull my nightdress down before he exposed me. He pursed his lips and frowned darkly when he saw my dress up around my waist showing my bare legs and my panties, but he stared just the same. I had to open my legs to scoot across towards him to get off the bed. His eyes followed me all the way. They were fixed on me 'down there'. Surely he could see how wet I was? My panties were soaked! And he would have been able to see the dark shadow of my pussy hair through them too. I dared myself to pull at the waist tie so that his robe would fall open. I wondered if he was hard. My pussy would be a nice tasty breakfast for him...and his cock for me! But before I could follow through, he took hold of my upper arm. For a brief moment I thought I had at last broken through to him; that he was pushing me back down on the bed before throwing himself on top of me. It would have been so hot if he had rolled me on my face and fucked me from behind! But no, he was doing quite the opposite in fact. He was dragging me off the bed and pushing me towards the bathroom. "Get in there child!" I hate him when he calls me 'child'! I am legally an adult! He even cuffed the back of my head as I stumbled towards the bathroom door. "And don't take all day over it!" He really was mad at me! The clothes he wore in bed were in a pile in the corner of the bathroom. I found his underpants tucked inside his track pants. Eagerly I opened them up to see if I could find the dried cum stains that surely must be in there from last night. Yes, there they were! I sat on the Western style toilet to piss and brought the cloth to my face to smell his cum. It was a little bit musty, but not unpleasant. He thumped on the door. "I don't hear any movement in there, Beatrix!" "I am on the toilet." "Just as long as you're not daydreaming like you usually do." I had to get moving or he would have scolded me even more. But really I would have liked to relieve myself while I held his cum-stained underpants to my nose. I quickly licked at the stains, but did not get any of his taste, and then I returned his underpants to where I found them. I shrugged out of my nightdress and panties and bra and threw them on top of his clothes to put into the laundry bag when I was finished in the bathroom, and then climbed into the bathtub and drew the shower curtain across behind me. While I was rinsing the soap from my body the shower curtain billowed briefly and a few seconds later it billowed again. When I eventually drew the curtain back I saw that the pile of clothes was gone; both his and mine. He must have come into the bathroom to remove them whilst I was showering. Oh why didn't he push the curtain aside to see me nude? Surely he must have wanted to after the way he was staring at me between the legs while I was getting off his bed? I wondered if he sniffed at my panties. I hoped so! I was starting to towel myself dry when he rapped sharply on the door. I wanted to open it to let him see me, but no, I was too scared of him again, especially since he had hit me. Perhaps he would open the door though? But he didn't... "Beatrix!" He still sounded angry. "Yes?" "I am going down to the breakfast room. You can come out and get dressed when I am gone. I'll see you down there...soon!" Nothing was going right for me! There was only one bathrobe and he took that, so I was going to go into the bedroom just wrapped in a bath towel. I would have had to let it drop to the floor to 'get dressed', but now that opportunity to get his attention was gone. "Ok." "And bring your warm coat with you; we will go and explore the town straight after we have eaten." "Ok." He was cold and indifferent to me all day; like an iceberg. I tried to take hold of his hand three times while we were looking at the shops in town and twice more when we were walking by the lake, but his fingers remained slack in mine each time and eventually I gave up. I felt so miserable. Did he despise me that much? Dad is getting impatient to go down to dinner. He is pacing around the room like a caged tiger. I had better go. Sorry. *** Good morning! Oh my, you should see the big happy smile on my face! Dad fucked me! He began to warm to me when we were having our evening meal in the hotel restaurant; sitting opposite each other at a small table eating noodles. He told me he enjoyed exploring Kodaikanal with me. I had to tell a lie and say that I enjoyed the day as well. Although it was not a total untruth, because, in spite of his uncaring demeanour towards me, just being with him had been fulfilling for me. He stood close to me as we rode up in the elevator to our floor. "Are you tired, Beatrix? It has been a long day and we have walked a lot in the cold fresh air." "I was before we ate, but now I feel as if I have got back some energy." "We shall watch some television before we sleep then." "Ok." When we entered our room he turned on the reading lights above his bed, but left the main lights off. We took turns to use the bathroom. "Choose something for me to wear in bed tonight, Beatrix." My heart fluttered in my chest as I went into his bag, touching his under-things while I searched for something suitable. Eventually I choose a pair of cotton boxer shorts and a t-shirt. "And what are you going to wear tonight?" I would dearly have liked to say, "Nothing!", but I didn't want to risk making him angry again. "Similar to you I suppose." He nodded approvingly, which made me happy. This sort of interest from him was unusual, as you now know. What did it mean? What I wanted it to I hoped! I was finding my t-shirt when he started undressing; I chose the same pink shirt I wore that night when I stole his hand phone. I tried not to stare at him openly, but it was very difficult for me not to. Tonight he stripped everything off down to his underpants before donning the shorts and shirt I found for him. He did it facing right at me as if he wanted me to look. I couldn't be sure but it seemed to me his cock was standing up hard inside his underpants. Then he turned away and climbed to half sit, half lay on his bed, at the same time turning on the TV using the remote. I loved his body! I wanted to lick it all over! And he had not told me to go and change in the bathroom yet! 'It is time take a risk Beatrix' I thought 'I will change in here in front of him!' Before I lost my courage I quickly lifted off my Kameez over my head. He did not reprimand me for undressing in the same room! I could tell he was pretending to be looking at the TV, but from the angle of his head I could tell he was watching my every move from the corner of his eye. I felt an excited rush of moisture dampen my panties. I threw the Kameez across my bed and started to take off my under slip. For an instant the garment got caught up in a clip in my hair and I was left with my faced covered, my arms raised and my breasts in my bra fully open to his view. When I got untangled I detected his sudden looking away from me back to the TV screen. Oh wow! He stared openly at me and didn't tell me off! If he had asked me to I would have taken my bra off and showed him everything! I still waited for a moment in case he scolded me for being so brazen, but he said nothing. I considered taking my Salwars off, leaving me in just my bra and panties, but felt that might be too provocative. Instead I put on my shirt before pushing my Salwars down my legs and over my feet. And then, slowly and deliberately, leaving him in no doubt about what I was doing, I did the same with my panties. He was still watching me! I resolved to make sure he would get to look right up under my shirt at my naked pussy when I got into bed in shortly! And then, inside my bed, I would touch myself openly. He would see my hands moving under the covers and know exactly that I was caressing my tits and fingering my clit and my love hole. Perhaps he would stay on top of the covers and put his hand inside his shorts and stroke his cock just like last night and let me watch him? I tidied my clothes for the morning and sat on the edge of my bed facing him. If he looked directly across at me he would be able to see up my legs and under my shirt. My knees were pressed lightly together, but he would still be able to detect the black curly bush at the top of my thighs. He looked. He looked across at me to see what I was doing now. He looked at my knees. I saw he was trying to see up under my shirt. I let my legs part slightly as if by accident so that he could see what I was offering him. But then he looked away again, somewhat guiltily I felt, but he didn't make any comment that I was not wearing shorts like I said I would be earlier. I moved across the room, ostensibly to kiss him goodnight, but I had bigger ideas. I leaned across the bed and kissed him on the cheek. "Are you feeling sleepy, Beatrix?" "Not really." "I don't feel sleepy either." "Can I watch TV with you?" I mentally cringed waiting to hear his reprimand for making such a suggestion, nearly undressed the way I was, but he just smiled... "Of course; come and watch." He moved across the bed to give me room. I sat near to him, not quite touching, but close enough to feel his body heat, and for him to feel mine. I fully intended to let my shirt ride up so that he could see my pussy hair up close. Perhaps, I thought, that will tempt him to undress me so that he could see it all? I sensed he was looking at my legs. "Do you shave your legs, Beatrix, or do you use hair removal cream?" "I use cream." "Hmmmm, they are nice and smooth." Thinking, 'It's all or nothing now, Beatrix!' I took hold of the hem of my shirt and raised it up my legs until just a suggestion of my pussy hair was showing. I shifted my leg to one side so that he could see the insides of my thighs. But more importantly my bare leg was now resting on his. He did not move his leg away. Emboldened, I rested my hand, open palm down on his thigh. On cake cutting night I touched him like that just a few inches above his knee, but tonight my hand was high up on his leg. He was wearing jeans that night, but now I was touching his bare skin; it felt so nice! I moved my fingers higher until they were an inch or so inside the leg of his shorts. He moved to lie fully down on the covers and my hand slipped up a little further into his shorts. Just an inch or two more I would feel his underpants! He turned towards me onto his side. "The TV is so boring...do you want to play chess or omething?" No, I didn't want to play chess; I just wanted to play! My answer to his question was to turn onto my side facing him. "No, I just want to be with you." He put his hand on my hip. His face was very close to mine. His eyes looked huge. "I am so bored." I said nothing. I simply moved closer to him so that we were lightly touching front to front. I could not feel an erection pressing on my belly! Perhaps I was just as boring to him as the TV? "You are too slim, Beatrix." I kissed him on the cheek and said nothing. "I really did enjoy my day with you in this new town my dear." I did not reply. My all-consuming thought was that it was now time for him to enjoy the night with me! I certainly would with him! "Shall we go to the disco tomorrow night?" "I will do anything you want me to do, Dad...anything at all." He slid his hand from my hip down onto the outside of my bare thigh. He stroked my skin gently with his thumb. My pussy was pulsing. "Thank you." He kissed me on the cheek. Not just a fatherly peck but a warm, loving kiss. I smiled and returned his kiss. I took my hand from his leg and placed it on his. I intended to lead his hand down over my leg and between to show him how wet I was for him, but there was a loud thump on the floor on my side of the bed! The spell was broken. Why, oh why did I take the hand phone over here with me? We looked over the side of the bed. The hand phone was scattered in pieces. There was no sign of the battery; it must have gone beneath the bed. "You get the bits, Beatrix, and I will put the phone back together for you." I got on my hands and knees on the floor and handed the parts up to where he was laid on the edge of the bed. The battery had indeed gone under the bed. I had to stretch a long way to retrieve it. The thought occurred to me that in the position I was in, he had a full view up under my shirt; my pussy and asshole must have been fully revealed, right before his eyes! I hoped he liked what he saw and that I was not too hairy for him! I ached for him to get off the bed and fuck me from behind! I handed him the battery and he snapped it back into place. "There, good as new. Excuse me, my dear; I have to go for a piss." 'You are excited from looking at me!' I thought. He got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "Don't flush, Dad; I'll go after you." I wished I could go with him! I took my bra off when it was my turn in the bathroom. I was still in a mood to try to get him to fuck me that night. Perhaps his seeing that my breasts were free under my shirt would be enough to spark his interest again. When I got back to the bedroom I saw he was inside the bed under the covers. My heart fell. He was reading a magazine. The TV was still on. Beatrix Unbound: Letters to a Friend "Come and look at this, Beatrix, there's an article about a Tamil actress. She is married but she has fucked heaven knows how many other guys as well. She is a real slut!" I lay on the bed close beside him. His eyes zeroed in on my chest. He must have caught the free movement of my breasts under my shirt. Besides, my nipples were making hard tents through the material! I kissed him on the cheek and told him I am sorry for dropping my phone... "I don't have it with me this time!" "I still don't feel sleepy, Beatrix; how about you?" "Me neither..." He put his arm around my shoulder and moved towards me under the covers. He handed me the magazine. "Do you want to read this?" I took it from him and dropped it on the floor beside the bed... "I can read it in the morning." "What are your plans for tomorrow? Is there anything special you would like to do?" "Anything at all, as long as it is with you." "Hmmmm, we shall go to the Silver Falls." "Ok, that sounds nice." "Shall I switch off the lights and the TV so that we can sleep?" "Not yet, I am still not sleepy. I want to be with you." He pinched my cheeks playfully, just like he used to when I was a little girl. I kissed him; still only on his cheek though. "You can turn the lights off if you like, Dad, so long as I can stay here." He kissed me on the forehead and laughed out loud. "You shouldn't be afraid of the dark, Beatrix!" "I am not afraid of anything; not anything at all while I am here with you." "Alright, so I can put the lights out then?" The TV was still glowing across the room. "All TV programmes are boring; nothing but rubbish all the time." "Why don't you turn it off then? We can lie here quietly." He flicked the TV off with the remote and then turned back towards me. He kissed my chin. For the very first time I kissed him on the lips; just a very light and quick caress, but a very daring move for me all the same. He rubbed my lips with his fingertip. "Why don't you wear lipstick always? It suits you." I licked his finger with the tip of my tongue. He ran it across my lips again. I opened my mouth and let him slip his finger inside. I sucked on his finger as he gently pumped it in and out; almost as if it was a little cock. I put my hand outside the covers on his lower belly to where his real cock should be. I could not feel him though. Was this encouragement enough? If he didn't realize by now how much I wanted him to fuck me he never would! He hugged me tightly to him; trapping my questing hand between us. I rubbed my belly against him. He said again that I am too slim. He winked... "Put some fat on, Beatrix, I might like you a little more then." "I can't put fat on right away, Dad. Can't you like me just as I am for now?" "Don't you feel cold? Please hug me again, dear." "I am a bit cold now. Can I get inside the bed with you?" "Of course." When I was under the covers I took his hand and put it on my hip. "You can make me warm again, Dad." "You have beautiful eyes, Beatrix." I didn't say anything. I just kissed him on the lips again; a longer, lingering kiss this time. He waited for a long moment when I broke off, and then he returned my kiss on the lips. He moved his hand down to my thigh to where it was before the phone fell off the bed. I placed my hand on his and together we slid it up my leg together, pushing up my shirt along the way. I kissed him again. "You are a naughty girl, my dear." "I like being naughty...I want to be naughty with you." He poked his tongue out and wiggled it in a very cheeky, suggestive manner. I tried to capture it with my lips, but he was too quick for me. He ran his hand over my back and started rubbing my left ass cheek. "Your skin is moist, Beatrix." I searched for his cock with my hand. Surely now I was inside the bed with him I should be able to find it? He moved his hand alternately over my left and right ass cheeks. He licked my cheek playfully. I could not find his cock! Where was it? "I feel cold, Beatrix. Hug me close please." I grabbed him by his ass cheeks and pulled him hard to me. I rubbed my breasts and belly against him. He licked my lips; circling them with the tip of his tongue. It felt very sexy. I opened my mouth and let him slide his tongue inside. I sucked on it softly. He paused for a moment... "You are sweet..." And then he returned to tongue-kissing me. I needed to find his cock! I slipped my hand under his shirt and over his back and then down inside his shorts and underpants to his bare ass; then onto his hip; on my way to his belly to where I knew it must be. "I am still cold, Beatrix." He pressed my ass rhythmically. Abandoning my search for his cock for a moment, I pulled his shirt up over his chest and then my shirt up as high as it would go. I pressed my naked flesh to his, crushing my bare breasts to his chest. "Does that feel better?" His hand left my ass and found my breasts. "Take my shirt right off if you want, Dad." "Please help me to get it off, my dear." In no time at all I was totally nude. My entire body was his to plunder. I felt so good being with him like that! He gazed down at me admiringly. "You have a wonderful pair of tits." "Kiss them for me?" He kissed each breast in turn. I offered him my right breast. "Please suck my nipple." I stroked his hair as he bended over and took my nipple in his warm mouth. His tongue sliding over and around as he sucked my hard teat felt wonderful. At the same time I felt his hand move between my inner thighs stroking higher and higher. The side of his thumb reached my soaking wet slit. He slid his thumb along it; backwards and forwards; backwards and forwards. My mind screamed 'If you do much more of that I shall cum!' I pushed my hand into the top of his shorts and inside his underclothes again; this time at the front. I found his cock straight away. I grasped it. Hard! Hot! Smooth! The very first cock I had ever touched and it was my Dad's! "It's not fair, Dad!" "What is wrong, my dear?" "Here I am, completely nude and you are still fully dressed." "I see...wait one moment." He got out of bed quickly and threw his nightwear off. I lay on the bed with the covers thrown back so that he could look at me while he was undressing. When he finally removed his underpants his cock sprang out hard in front of him. I spread my legs wide and stroked my inner thighs up close to my pussy; telling him without words where he must put it. I had no doubts in my mind now. He was going to fuck me! I was over the moon! He got back onto the bed, half kneeling, half lying over me. I took hold of his cock – it felt familiar in my hand now – and led the head to my pussy. He kissed me on the lips again and started slowly thrusting; gliding his cock head along my pussy lips. "Are you a virgin, Beatrix?" "Yes." He pushed harder, trying to enter me, but he was not in the right spot and his cock popped out and slid down between my ass cheeks. "Get right on top of me, Dad." I opened my legs wide and took hold of his hard shaft and led the head to the gateway to my love hole. "I want you to be the first one ever to be inside me." He pushed again. He was in the right place this time, but he could not get it in. He pushed harder; much harder. I grabbed hold of the cheeks of his ass and pulled him to me. Pain! He pushed again. Oh God, it hurt! But he was inside me...just. He pushed harder. I felt him sliding deeper into me. Pain! Pain! Pain! Aaaaah! I was bleeding; I could tell. Dad was fucking me! Thrust and withdraw; thrust and withdraw; again; again; again; and again. With all the pain it seemed never ending, but then he started thrusting harder, faster and faster until he went rigid and let out the same kind of sigh he made when he cummed last night. Dad was cumming inside me! I was now truly a woman! And I was his! He kissed me tenderly and then moved a further several times inside me; more gently this time until his cock finally softened and slipped out. I felt a warm gush as his cum ran out my hole and down between my ass cheeks. I clasped my hand to my burning pussy to catch his cum and scrambled out from under him to go to clean myself up in the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat and pissed. It stung! I looked down between my legs at my poor sore pussy. It was red and inflamed, but it really did not look any different to how it looked before. So that it is what it is like to be fucked! I never imagined it would be so painful! I hoped it would easier next time. We had two more days here and I hoped Dad would want there to be many more 'next times'! He went into the bathroom when I come out. I got into his bed, still nude, and looked for the blood and cum stains that surely must cover the sheets. There were some smears there, but not as much as I imagined. I wondered what the hotel staff would think when they saw them when they were making up the bed in the morning. And then I remembered that at no time did Dad say to the clerk at the check in that I was his daughter. Hmmmm, they would probably think I was some virgin he had purchased in the bazaar and brought here with him for his pleasure. I lay back in the bed and waited for him to return. I was pleased to see he was still naked also. His cock looked semi-hard again. When he got back under the covers I snuggled up to him and thanked him for fucking me... "I hope we can do it again soon, but not again tonight because I am very sore." "You are really hot, Beatrix. Oh yes, my dear, we shall fuck many times until we have to go home. In fact I think we must stay on a couple of days longer." "Mmmmm, that would be nice. You are really hot too." I took hold of his cock; it was indeed quite hard again. "I want to suck your cock; would you like that?" "Mmmmm, yes, I like to be sucked...but first I want to lick my sweet girl's sweet pussy." Before I could protest that I was too sore he rolled me onto my back and got down between my spread legs. The sensation of his tongue slipping and sliding over my pussy lips was heavenly in spite of the occasional darts of pain. "You are sweet and sexy, Beatrix, I love you." His speaking while he licked at my clitoris tickled me. I felt the familiar tension building; the tension that up until now had only been brought on by my fingers; and with it rising pain, but... Cummmmmming! Lying beside me again he kissed me. I smelled my pussy on his face. "I love you Beatrix." "I love you as well." I was in a gold tinged euphoria. Dad had fucked me hard and took my cherry then made me cum with his tongue. And he told me he loves me! I took hold of his cock again. He was hard. I was tired and I would rather have gone to sleep, but I had to show him that he was my precious man and that I was completely his to use in every way imaginable; that I would do anything and everything he wanted me to. "Do you want me to suck you now?" "Hmmmm, suck baby...please!" His cock did not taste of very much in my mouth, except for an occasional hint of something salty. It was just a big, hard, hot, smooth sausage stretching my jaws wide. I stroked his shaft up and down while I was sucking and running my tongue around the head. He seemed to like that because he murmured "That's right, baby" a few times and he put his hand on the back of my head to push me further down on his cock. I felt his cock get harder in my fingers and he started to rhythmically push it up, deeper into my mouth. He was cumming! He thrust in hard and his cum burst my mouth in thick spurts. He held me there, making sure I drank every drop. It didn't taste too bad; a bit like thick warm creamy milk, with just a hint of the chicken noodles we ate a few hours before. He made me keep on sucking until his cock went limp and then he pulled me up to lie beside him again. He thanked me and told me I am his perfect girl. His cum felt like a sticky coating over the inside of my mouth and gums; not at all unpleasant; and it started to dissolve after a few minutes, but I was not aware when the taste was finally all gone because I fell asleep. He was affectionate to me when we woke in the morning, but as soon as we were showered and dressed he became formal and distant again. Wasn't that amazing? I am so happy! I am sorry this has been so long, but I had to tell you all of it in detail as it happened. I will try to write again later. Also when we get home I want to video chat with you. I want to show you my body and I want to see yours as well, ok? But most of all I want to set the webcam up so you can watch Dad and me fuck. I will have to do it without him knowing though. Do you have any ideas how I can do that? *** I am sorry I have not written for a while...I was busy (winks) We are home now. We were strangers all the day after our first night, which hurt me greatly because I was now more than just his daughter; I was his lover. Why couldn't he behave to me like I was his lover? That evening, when we got back to our room after dinner, he fucked me right away, pulling my Salwars and panties down to my ankles in haste and throwing me on my back across the bed before ripping his jeans and underclothes down and getting on top of me. He entered my love hole with a mighty thrust – I was already wet and ready for him on our way up in the elevator – and fucked me hard until he shot his cum into me. I enjoyed him fucking me like that very much. My pussy was no longer all that sore and I loved the feel of his hard cock thrusting deep inside me. We fucked twice more during the night; each time was better than the last. He kissed me and told me he loved me each time when he finished. I didn't cum with his cock inside me, but he pleasured me with his tongue twice. For the rest of our stay he was a tiger in bed. We fucked more than twenty times in the nights left to us and even during the day – several times he just looked at me with hot eyes and told me, "We are going back to the hotel." Afterwards we would go back outdoors again. I cummed several times on his cock and we had oral sex often too. I always cummed those times. He even let me hold his cock once or twice while he pissed. It was really cool when he got me to sit on the toilet seat right afterwards and fucked my mouth. I didn't mind that he cummed on my face. He was not all about sex though; he was also affectionate to me in bed; simply kissing and holding me close, which made me feel very loved and special. But in public during the day he resumed his remote, cold, father personality. It was very disappointing, although all the sex made up for it. We were an hour away from home when he pulled the car over to the side of the road and told me to go and sit in the back seat. "You usually sit there when we are driving. Your mother will be there when we get home and we don't want her to see things are any different between us." It is almost a week now and she, His Wife, is still here and is showing no signs of wanting to go back to Bangalore. And he is fucking her several times a night; I hear her when she cums she is so noisy. I am angry+disappointed+tensed. I feel like crying *** I am so upset. I don't know where to turn. Everything is against me as far as Dad is concerned. We haven't fucked since we returned from Kodaikanal. He has been very distant with me in fact, as if Kodaikanal never happened. I wonder if he feels guilty about what we did. I don't! First of all His Wife stayed at home for nearly ten days more than she usually does before going back to her work place in Bangalore. I could hear them fucking almost every night she was here. In my heart I hoped he would fuck me as soon as she was gone. He could done me anywhere at all, even on the floor inside the front door as she and her friend drove away into Chennai to catch their flight, but it didn't happen. He went straight out to buy us lunch instead. I felt really mad at him for doing that. I am really miserable. Sorry, I can't write any more. *** Hi! I feel lots better now (wicked smile). I have to tell you I have been very naughty. Why? Because I got my Uncle C to fuck me! Uncle C is Dad's older brother. It was all Dad's fault because he wouldn't come to my room and take me to his bed... Dad went to Bangalore to stay with His Wife for a few days and then bring her home for the weekend. He asked Uncle C came to stay to look after me while he was away. For the first two days Uncle C treated me like an ordinary niece and nothing unusual was happening. He seemed to ignore me, not like Dad's other brother, Uncle A. He the one I mentioned to you before, the one who is always staring at me as if he is undressing me in his mind. I like Uncle A lots though. If I hadn't tempted Dad into fucking me in Kodaikanal, I had it in my thoughts that I might get Uncle A to fuck me. But that was before Dad and I went to Kodaikanal. Uncle A gives me very quivery feelings in my tummy and my pussy gets really wet. But then on the third evening when I was on my way to the kitchen to get a drink of water, I opened my door and found Uncle C standing there, bare chested and wearing only a Lungi – a Lungi is a kind of traditional skirt that both men and women can wear. I was wearing only a Kameez with nothing on underneath, not even panties, because I thought Uncle was in his room. He was blocking my way out with his hands on the frame. He looked very flushed and heated and I started feeling horny straight away. He has a nice body, even though he is older than Dad. We didn't speak at first; we just looked each other in the face. Then I looked down. OMG, his cock was sticking out hard making a big tent in the front of his lungi. It was clear he wasn't wearing inners underneath! I couldn't take my eyes off it! When I didn't try to push past him, Uncle put his hands on my hips. They felt nice. He told me I am very pretty and that he likes me a lot. I couldn't speak. I just stared at his cock in fascination; and with a burning desire to see it nude! He looked over my shoulder into my room and I knew he was looking at my bed. I guessed immediately what was on his mind and my heart started beating really fast, because after so long without feeling a cock inside me I was really horny. I was wanting a man so badly I had been wondering for the last two days what Uncle would say if I sat in his lap one evening and invited him to fuck me. I seriously thought about doing that, but then I got scared he would refuse and get angry and tell Dad and His Wife what I had done, so I didn't. Uncle pushed closer to me and I deliberately didn't back away. That must have encouraged him to do what he did next, because he pressed right up to my front; so close that I could feel his cock sticking up hard inside his Lungi. A hot shiver ran through me. He leaned his face near my neck and breathed in though his nose... "You smell nice, Beatrix." "Thank you, Uncle." "Do you like me, my dear?" "Yes, of course I like you Uncle." "I mean do you really like me?" "Yes Uncle, I like you very much." He slid his hands down to my ass and moved them over both my ass cheeks, rubbing, cupping and squeezing them. Dad did that the first night he fucked me in Kodaikanal and it always makes me hot... "You have a lovely ass, Beatrix. It is nice and rounded and firm. It looks great in jeans." "Thank you, Uncle." "Do you mind me touching your ass like this?" "No I don't mind; I like it Uncle." My heart raced. I shouldn't have, because I was being untrue to Dad, but I really liked what Uncle was doing; it was making me so horny. Dad wouldn't fuck me anyway.