Subse pehle to main apna introduction deta hoon, mera naam awinash singhal hai or main delhi ka rehne wala hoon.Baat do saal pehle ki hain mere door k... riste ke chacha jee ke ladke ki shadi thi. Apne pariwar ki taraf se sirf main gaya tha shadi delhi se bahar thi. Wahan mera ek cousine brother bhi rehta jiski abhi kuch saal pehle shadi hui hai.Usne phone karke mujhse kaha ki main jub shadi main aoo to usi ke ghar par rahoo. Meri bhi dil yahi chahta kyoki uske biwi yani meri cousine bhabi bahut. But for me, a 16 year old boy, fresh from the baseball diamond, whoseonly interaction with women, mother and sister included, was to degradethem and be an ass to them, the exquisite punishment my Mother andFather had designed for me was a trip into humiliation beyond anything Icould have imagined. Had I ever thought to think of such a revoltingthing.But if you are a real woman reading this description, maybe this isexactly what you would love to do to a certain male person of youracquaintance. Please... fuck me, daddy..." you whimper, squirming on the bed."Beg me, you little slut," I snarl into your ear, and you respond as a daughter would; obediently."Please, daddy. I want your cock in me. I need you to fuck me, need you to **** me. Please, please, pleaaaase, daddy," you whine, begging. "Fuck me, daddy, please, please, please..."My teeth are gentle as they tug at your earlobe. "Are you going to be a good little slut for daddy?" I ask softly. "Are you going to be daddy's whore?"The. Many of my classmates were envious of me, for having such a handsome boyfriend.He was tall and had a good physique. There were some jealous girls too, who used to call me, “show-off,” behind my back. I used to not pay them much attention as I was in love with my boyfriend.We were having an affair for almost 6 months. But this incident that I am going to narrate today happened a year ago on Valentine’s day. It changed my life. It was a day that I strangely spent with someone who was not by BF.My.