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Sissyme: Annoying him in public,
Daddy: Papa, mat karo... gand tod dunga...

Sissyme: sachme??? 😋

Ahim Suchna: Is kahani mein darshaye gaye sabhi patra, naam aur ghatnayein kalpanik hain. Iska vastavik jeevan se koi sambandh nahi hai. Is kahani ka mukhya uddeshya kewal manoranjan hai.

Please comment kare aur bataye apko kaisi lagi, bhul chuk maafi, sujhav bhi zarur de.

Toh kahani shuru karte the.

Abhi tak toh aap samajh hi gaye honge na ki hum ek sissy hain!

Aur sach bataun toh, hamara saubhagya dekho! Hamare Daddy aur koi nahi, balki hamare sabse chhote bete Buland hi hain.

Hum unhe pyaar se 'Daddy' bulate hain, aur woh hume bade pyaar se 'Baby' ya 'Babygirl' kehte hain!

Pata hai? Daddy ko hamara sissy roop mein photo aur video banana sach mein bahut pasand hai.

Chalo, ab aage ki baat batati hoon!

Date ke baad, Daddy hume seedhe apne ghar lekar gaye. Wahan jaakar maine unka diya hua gift khola—jo unhone khaas mere liye hi liya tha!

Jaise hi humne apni ek jhalak unhe dikhayi... bas phir kya tha, Daddy ka photoshoot shuru ho gaya!

Daddy bole: "Baby, saree se bhi zyada sundar tum isme lag rahi ho!"

Hum toh sach mein sharm se paani-paani ho gaye!

Aur bas phir, shuru hua asli khel...

Hum chupchaap apne ghutnon par baith gaye aur Daddy hamne theek aage ek shehehah ki tarah khade ho gaye. Hamne unki akho me dekha, hamare nazar daddy per tiki thi, daddy muskuraye, aur jaise ki hame permission de rahe ho.

Hamne apni nazar neechi ki, unke us ubhar per padi uske peeche mano jaise koi tilmilta raha ho.

Hamne, us ubhar ko sehlaya aur us saqti ko apne hoto se chua. Daddy ki aanh nikal gayi.

Unka bada aur mota lund hamne apne haathon mein le liya... Sach mein, jab bhi hum unke lund ko bahar nikalte hain na, lagta hai jaise koi sher aazad ho raha ho! Mano ya na mano, par pata nahi kyun, har baar hum is pal mein thoda ghabra hi jaate hain. Itna bada bada lund... dekh shayad koi bhi ghabra jaye, pata nahi Daddy jaise sambhalte hai ise,

Wese, isi liye toh woh “Daddy” hain!

Kher jaise hi unka mardana lund azad hua hamne turant bina kisi deri ke ek muskan ke sath unki mardangi ko apne naram honto me daba liya. 
Daddy bade dhairya se hamare muh ki garmi ko apne lund per mehsus kar siskiya le rahe the. 
Aur ham bhi, Daddy ki mardangi apni zaban se naap rahe the. 
Ham badi mushkil se apni mutthi unke lund ke irdh girdh band pa rahe the isiliye hamne apne muh ka sahara liya. 
aur bas tabhi Daddy ka sabra tuta, Daddy ne hamare baalo ko hamari sir ke peeche pakada.
aur…. 
aur…
aur… 
ab Daddy ki baari thi, hamare muh ki gehrayi naapne ki…  
Daddy ne hamari sir kas kar jakad rakha tha, ham bas apni ankhe uper kar unke akho se ankhe hi mila pa rahe the. 
Hamara gaale me gharshan ki garmahat mehsus ho rahi thi… lekin ham koi Daddy ki us nakara girlfriend ki tarah thodi hai jo itne se me ubkiya lene lage. Hamne Daddy ke liye apne Gag reflex mazboot kiya tha. Daddy hamare gale ko choot samajh kar chodte rahe aur ham muskurate rahe… hamari ankho se pani nikal raha tha, ankhe jalan se laal ho rahi thi. 
Fir kuch der baar hame hamare gale me, ek alag narmahat mehsus hui jo hamare gale se, hote hoye hamare pet tak ja rahi thi. 
Jab Daddy ke andakosh (Balls) poori tarah hamare ander khali hogaye, tab Daddy ne lund hamare gale se bahar nahi nikala. Aur jab Daddy ne lund bahar nikala hamari jaan me jaan aayi… kuch hi kshano me, hamne unke lund apni zaban se saaf kiya. 
Daddy ne hame apne mulayam bistar per jane ka ishara kiya… hamari ankhe ab bhi jal rahi hi, ham apne ghutno aur hatheliyo ke bal beth gaye (Ghodi). 
Ham apni nangi gand per thandi hava mehsus ho rahi thi. Ham uttejit the, hamari lulli bhi ab kaafi sakhth ho chuki thi. 
Hame apni chuthhado ke beech garmahat mehsus hui. Wo garmahat Daddy ki zaban ki thi… 
Daddy ki nazam zaban bhi hamare ki leather ke belt ki tarah hamare gand ke ched per mano jaise chaped mad rahi ho. Hamari siskiya ab tez ho rahi thi. Daddy ki zaban ne hamari gand ko mano jaise kisi kali ki tarah khol diya tha. 
Daddy  ka Lund apne hamri gand ki dehleez per tha. aur dheere dheere wo hamare ander ghar kar raha tha. 
Hamari dard se cheekh nikal gayi, Hamne apne honth danto tale daba liya, aur bistar per bichi chadar ko band mutthi kar pakad kiya. 
Daddy ne poocha:” Baby? ruku?”
Hamne kaha,”No Daddy… please aah fuck…me”

Daddy ne hamari kamar ko apne dono hatho se pakda aur apne lund ko ander bahar karne lage. 
unka lund mano jaise hamare shareer ki kisi khanjar ki tarah bhej raha tha. Aisa khanjar jo hamare itne ander tak pravesh karne ke baad bhi hame use apne aur ander lene ki chah uth rahi thi. 
Daddy ke andher ka jungli jaanwar ab jaag chuka tha… Hame unka lund ab hamare pet tak mehsus ho raha tha. Unki kamar se aa raha har jhatka, unke lund ko hamare ander ek nayi gehrayi ka ehsas kara tha tha, mano jese har jhake ke sath unka lund hamare ander ki ek nayi genrayi khoj kar apna naam likh raha hi. 
Wo hame ab apni or aur zor se kheechne lage the, kabhi unke dono mardana hath hamare mulayam kandho per hote, to kabhi Ya kabhi wo hamare baalo ko ghodi ki lagam ki tarah istemar karte. 

Us raat Daddy ne hame ghanto tak jhandhoda….
akhri me wo bole, “Baby, I am coming…” 
Hamare ander abhi bhi jaan baaki thi… hamne jhat se unke lund ko apne muh me leliya aur apne hoto se unke lund ko uper neeche sehlaya. aur fir ek baar, unka veerya hamare muh me tha… hamne uska swad apni zaban se chakha aur unhe ankh maari. Hamne Daddy ka veerya gataka, aur muh khol kar Daddy ko dikhaya… Daddy ka veerya ham kabhi waste nahi karte. Apni amanat samajh kar apne ander sama lete hai.
Daddy ab nidhal ho chuke the… hamara bhi wahi haal tha.

Hamne Daddy se kaha,”I am a good girl, Daddy… I swallowed.”
Daddy bole, “Yes... you are the best girl… Happy Father’s Day… Baby.”

Ham to Daddy jhatko se baar baar jhad rahe the, wahi Daddy ghanto tak hamari lene baad ek asli mard ki tarah jhade. 

Bhale hi ham Daddy ke papa ho…
lekin hamare liye Daddy ek asli mard hai…
aur ham unke liye

... Baby girl. 

English:

Hello, I am Raju Mandal

I am a sissy who proudly embraces femininity and enjoys expressing myself through anything that makes me feel feminine, from Indian to Western styles and everything in between. For me, self-expression has no limits. Being a sissy is an important part of who I am, and I embrace that identity with confidence and pride.

Despite my age, I look incredibly young and feminine—what can I say? For the longest time, I struggled with that part of myself because I was often bullied for looking younger than my age and for being feminine. There were even times when my friends' daughters would mistake me for someone their own age. What once made me feel insecure is now something I have turned into my superpower. In fact, when I dress up, it rarely even crosses anyone's mind that I could be an older man underneath it all—why would they? Most people simply see a young, feminine baddie and never question it. What I once saw as a weakness has become one of the things I appreciate most about myself.

I am also Daddy's and Mommy's Li' Baddie. I am his follower—They leads, and I follow. That dynamic is an important part of my life, and I embrace it with trust, loyalty, and pride.

I am also a proud Sissydad/Sissypapa to three amazing individuals: my eldest, Komal; my daughter, Kamukta (Mommy); and my youngest, Buland (Daddy). They are the center of my world, my greatest source of joy, and the reason behind so many of my smiles.

Most of my posts, stories, and captions revolve around these three wonderful people and the experiences, memories, laughter, and love we share as a family. Thank you for stopping by and being part of our journey.