Immoral sex between father and daughter

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I stood silently beside my wife, who was covered by a white sheet, those few minutes feeling like centuries.
Soon after, my daughter, who had received an urgent call from school, rushed to the hospital.
She wept silently, leaning against the wall, murmuring softly, her little hands tearing at her long hair until her knuckles turned white.
"Honey," I said, walking to her side and gently embracing her. "Mommy's gone, but Daddy will work even harder to make you happy, okay? We'll start a new life together, Honey, let's cheer each other on, okay?" My daughter pressed her head against my chest, her soft sobs gradually turning into loud wails.
Then she buried her small body in my arms, releasing all the pent-up grief.
After a while, my daughter and I gradually got back on track.
Honey seemed to have gradually accepted the fact that her mother was gone; her expression was much lighter, and occasionally she would let out a silvery laugh when watching something interesting on TV.
In the evenings, they started cooking simple meals, so the father and daughter no longer had to rely on takeout.
"Why is Daddy so late today?" Mi'er wiped her delicate white hands on her apron and asked, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"I had some work at the office today, so I didn't leave until after eight.
Mmm, it tastes good." "Eat more if you like it." Mi'er filled my bowl and handed it to me, not even bothering to fill it herself, just resting her chin on her hand and smiling as she watched me wolf down my food, making me feel a little embarrassed eating alone.
"Why aren't you eating?" Even as she said this, I didn't stop chewing.
"Daddy looks like he's eating very well. Oh, there's a grain of rice here." Saying this, Mi'er reached out her long, slender fingers and removed a grain of rice from the corner of my mouth, casually putting it in her own mouth, making me feel a little embarrassed.
This little girl, even your mother never did this before! Thinking about this, my gaze unconsciously drifted to a pair of beautiful legs under her short skirt.
The opaque black stockings, made of a fine material, were probably Japanese-made. They encased a pair of long, beautiful legs, looking incredibly alluring, especially to someone like me with a black stocking fetish. They were so dazzling I couldn't look away, and I almost wanted to touch them… “Daddy, what are you looking at?” Mi’er turned around and asked, pulling me back from my inappropriate daydreams. “Daddy, are you looking at… my legs?” “Nonsense! Nothing like that, don’t talk nonsense.” Feeling exposed, I quickly waved my hand guiltily, turning my head away but unable to resist glancing at those tempting legs.
“You lecherous Daddy, even looking at your own daughter’s legs.” Mi’er walked over with a mysterious smile, carrying a small, scalding hot pot.
“Don’t come any closer! Look at that hot pot you’re holding!” Partly, I was genuinely afraid of getting scalded by the boiling soup, and partly, I couldn’t help but stare at Mi’er’s legs under her skirt if she got too close! "Oh, Daddy, I know you like looking at women's legs.
Now that Mommy's gone, actually..." Before she could finish, Mi'er's face suddenly turned red, and she quickly turned back to continue cooking so I wouldn't see her expression.
Huh? Wait, what was Mi'er trying to say? Okay, I admit I have an irresistible fetish for long black stockings and beautiful legs, and I also admit Mi'er is really good-looking... okay, very pretty.
But she's my daughter! I told myself forcefully: It's better not to think too much.
Still chewing my food, suddenly there was a loud crash outside, and all the lights in the house went out.
What happened, a power outage? "Ah!" Mi'er immediately pounced on me, knocking me and my chair to the ground... I don't even know where my bowl flew off to. "Daddy... the power's out!" "Something like a problem with the substation." I looked out the window; the street was pitch black. Then I swallowed the food in my mouth and propped myself up with my hands on the ground.
"Come on, don't crush me, Honey's so fat!" "Daddy, you're so mean!" Although I couldn't see Honey's expression, I knew she was probably both embarrassed and angry. Even though I said Honey was fat, I easily picked her up, her body actually quite light, and carried her a few steps to the sofa.
Honey clung tightly to my neck, as if afraid I'd turn into a monster and bite her if I ran away.
"Daddy... don't go, I'm afraid of the dark." Honey nestled into my arms, her voice trembling slightly. I held her with one arm, gently patting her back, and placed my other hand on her slender waist.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Daddy won't go, Daddy will stay with you." We remained tightly embraced on the sofa, motionless.
After a long while, Honey seemed to have calmed down, and finally spoke.
"I think I did something like this once when I was little," Honey whispered in the darkness.
"Hmm, it was probably when you were six or seven years old. Mom went out, and the power went out when it was just the two of us at home." I pondered past memories.
"I remember Daddy... sang a song for me back then..." "Wow, you remember that? That was so long ago!" "Daddy, sing me a song." "Huh? Honey's still a little kid, aren't you ashamed?" "I want to hear it." She's actually starting to whine.
"Ouch..." In the dark, I sang that nursery rhyme I'd sung almost ten years ago, gently patting my daughter's back and softly soothing her, just like before.
The difference is, back then my daughter would quickly fall asleep, but now, in my arms, her heart seemed to be beating faster and faster, louder and louder, to the point that I could almost hear the thumping.
Today is Honey's school fair, and Honey had asked me to attend a month ago.
The moment I stepped into the school, I had to admit that today's female students are indeed much more well-dressed than in our time.
Although they might not be naturally beautiful, they all insisted on wearing some makeup and dressing in a sexy way, much to the amusement of the group of boys watching.
These boys, on the other hand, were all slovenly, with ripped pants or wrinkled shirts that looked like dried vegetables, thinking they were cool… Do you think you're good enough for my Mi'er?! Although I'm a bit too old for the school fair, Mi'er insisted I come today. Apparently
, her class's tea shop will have a special decoration? I felt both excited and worried for Mi'er—excited about what she'd wear, and worried about getting groped by those little perverts! Following Mi'er's instructions and asking students for directions along the way, I found my way to Mi'er's classroom. It
's shameful to admit, but my late wife has always attended all the school events and activities for my daughter.
Therefore, I know nothing about where Mi'er's classroom is or about the school.
When I arrived at Mi'er's Class 4, Grade 1, the tea shop hadn't opened yet. The outside was decorated mysteriously, as if afraid someone would notice something from the outside.
Could it be that they were actually opening a haunted house instead of a tea shop? "Excuse me, are you... Mi'er's daddy?" A little girl in a school uniform stood at the classroom door and asked me timidly.
"I am... um... how did you know?" "Mi'er told me that around this time, a very refined-looking... handsome daddy in his thirties... will come to our class," the little girl said, blushing and lowering her face. No way, I'm clearly just an old man past my expiration date! "We haven't opened yet, but Mi'er said that if her daddy comes, she should ask him to come in first." "Huh? Me?" Confused, I followed my daughter's classmate to the back of the classroom. There was a small cubicle inside... for changing clothes? "Mi'er's in there." The little girl said, turning and leaving, glancing at me one last time before quickly going back to her work.
Don't be like that, I'm not a monster! "Daddy, you're here? Come in." My daughter's voice came from behind the partition. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk around it. The sight that greeted me left me speechless with shock.
Mi'er was wearing a Japanese maid outfit they'd somehow gotten their hands on. Her long, black hair was adorned with a small white wavy crown, her black short-sleeved shirt had white lace trim on the cuffs, a pink bow tie, and a black tutu that barely reached mid-thigh, along with a pure white apron tied in a large bow at the back.
Her slender legs were encased in black lace stockings that also reached mid-thigh, and she wore slightly heeled, round-toed black leather shoes.
Oh no, this is awful! "Daddy, why aren't you saying anything? Doesn't it look good?" Mi'er looked up at me anxiously with her big, bright eyes.
"No...it's...very good-looking." I stared at Mi'er, unable to find the right words. "Mi'er is...cute." "Really?" Mi'er happily jumped into my arms, leaving me momentarily at a loss for what to do with my hands.
"Daddy is the best!" More than cute! She was stunning, incredibly beautiful, incredibly alluring! "No, no, going out to greet customers dressed like this, wouldn't all those young lads see everything?" "My classmate said I look great in this outfit, hehe." Mi'er said happily, twirling in front of me. Her black tutu spun, revealing her beautiful legs clad in black stockings. The sight made me feel incredibly guilty.
"Mi'er! Time to get to work!" Before I could stop them, Mi'er was already being led away by her classmate to prepare for opening the shop.
After opening, I discovered that besides Mi'er, there were three or four other pretty girls wearing maid outfits.
But Mi'er was clearly the most eye-catching. Every young man who came in couldn't help but glance at her, not forgetting to casually stare at her beautiful legs in black stockings beneath her skirt.
For some inexplicable reason, even though I was just sitting in a corner, occasionally receiving greetings and chatting with Mi'er's classmates about her recent school life, perhaps because Mi'er had boasted about having a handsome father, not only her classmates but also other girls who came to support Mi'er were looking at me... I'm clearly just an old man, and I should have been very discreet! Although Mi'er and I received a lot of attention, I have to admit that at today's school fair, Mi'er did regain a lot of smiles that had rarely been seen since her mother left.
In the afternoon, when the shop wasn't so busy, Mi'er even took me to play at various stalls around the school.
With a lively and pretty little maid by my side, I inevitably received envious and jealous glances from passersby.
Mi'er's hands tightly wrapped around my arm, pressing her breasts, though young, already quite substantial, against my arm, making me so embarrassed I didn't know what to do.
Mi'er, however, didn't seem to care at all, dragging me around everywhere as if she were showing off her young, handsome father.
After a full day of activities, Mi'er got into my car to go home.
She seemed quite pleased with her little maid outfit, not even bothering to change before getting into the car.
"Mi'er, were you happy today?" I asked Mi'er, my eyes unconsciously glancing at her beautiful legs in long black stockings under her skirt.
I really need to change this habit. It's one thing to look at my daughter, but to look at her too...!? "Yes, I'm very happy." The already adorable Mi'er smiled sweetly and elegantly,
placing her small hands, gloved in silk, neatly on her alluring thighs.
If those little rascals saw this, they'd definitely be mesmerized. "It's good that you're happy. If you're happy, Daddy's happy too." That was true. Since her mother passed away, Mi'er had finally shown a genuine smile. These days had really been tough for her; for a fourteen-year-old girl, Mi'er was already quite strong.
If the same thing happened to me at the same age, I wonder if I would just stay depressed forever? "Thank you, Daddy..." "Honey..." Just as I turned to talk to my daughter, Honey pressed her face against mine to kiss my cheek, and by accident, our lips met! The touch of her pink lips stunned me. My
daughter was in the same state, forgetting to pull away, and remained like that for several seconds before she came to her senses and pulled her lips away.
My daughter blushed deeply, lowering her head without saying a word.
I was also embarrassed and didn't know what to do, so I quickly started the car to break the awkward silence.
Honey, with her head down, didn't dare to speak for a long time. After a while, she murmured, "Daddy... that was my first kiss..." and then covered her pretty face with her little hands in embarrassment.
Ah...!? No way!? After her shower, Mi'er was only wearing a thin, tight tank top, her already quite large breasts pressed tightly against my back, making my appetite, which had been craving more after our encounter, suddenly surge.
"Our Mi'er is the best girl, the one who listens to Daddy the most," I said tenderly, reaching out to stroke her delicate face.
"Go back and dry your hair quickly, or you'll catch a cold." "Okay, I'm going now." Mi'er let go of me and turned to walk towards her room.
Looking back, from behind, Mi'er's figure, which had been quite slender a year or two ago, now possessed a very sexy curve, her firm buttocks swaying from side to side, very alluring.
Below, a pair of perfectly proportioned, long legs, if they were wrapped in my favorite black stockings... Good heavens, what am I thinking?! The day after the school fair, Mi'er didn't have to go to school. I took Mi'er, who hadn't put on any makeup, to the office, and in the afternoon, she followed me to the photography studio. The company had invited Mi'er to be a print model for a camera advertisement.
Many colleagues who were seeing Mi'er for the first time were amazed by her natural beauty and innocence. They surrounded her, asking all sorts of questions: What did she want to eat? Was there anything she wanted to drink? Several girlfriends hugged Mi'er tightly, as if she were a doll, repeatedly exclaiming how cute she was.
"Daddy..." Mi'er said, looking a little embarrassed, and asked me for help. I coughed twice to tidy up the somewhat chaotic photoshoot.
Sister Xia smiled and came over, taking Mi'er's hand. The two beauties, one big and one small, walked affectionately to the styling room to prepare.
A sexy and alluring big beauty, and a pure and beautiful little beauty—I have to admit, when they walked together, it was truly a breathtaking sight.
Everyone in the studio couldn't help but stare at them, making me, as her father, feel incredibly proud.
After a long while, after the stylist did Mi'er's makeup and changed her into the clothes provided by the client, Mi'er reappeared before everyone, naturally eliciting another round of gasps.
Mi'er, already pretty and delicate, looked even more stunning with light makeup. Her long, black hair was carefully styled and coiled at the back of her head. She wore a beige long-sleeved off-shoulder sweater with a black lace pleated skirt, and her long legs were clad in purple opaque stockings and brown leather boots that reached halfway down her calves. Her beauty was so captivating that even I, her father, was speechless, let alone the others in the photo studio. "Daddy... do I look good?" Mi'er walked timidly to me with her head down, looking very uneasy.
I nodded repeatedly, "Mi'er is so beautiful, so beautiful that even Daddy is speechless." Hearing my words, Mi'er blushed and kept her head down, her hands clasped tightly together, looking very nervous.
"Come on, let's borrow your little beauty for a moment." Sister Xia smiled and walked over, taking Mi'er's hand and leading her to the photography set, handing her over to the photographer to begin the shoot.
At first, Mi'er was a little reserved, frequently glancing at me as if seeking my help.
Later, after the photographer's gentle guidance, she gradually regained her usual natural and adorable nature in front of the camera.
After changing into three or four outfits, she was completely in character, showcasing the required sexiness, beauty, and innocence.
An unbearable surge of desire gradually accumulated in my heart, until Mi'er changed into a fitted purple dress paired with white thigh-high black stockings, finally making me almost unable to resist.
A strong desire ignited in my crotch, creating a powerful tent.
While no one was looking, I sneaked into the stairwell of the building to catch my breath.
Perhaps it was because Mi'er was so alluring, the beautiful image of her posing in various outfits in front of the camera just now lingered in my mind.
I only regretted that I didn't smoke, and I didn't know what to do in the stairwell, so I could only stand there dumbly waiting for my desire to subside.
Fifteen minutes later, I straightened my clothes, made sure everything was normal and nothing seemed amiss, and pretended nothing had happened as I pushed open the rusty iron door and returned to the photography studio.
Mi'er seemed to have just changed into a new outfit and returned to the set. She wore a cute white dress with a black tank top and gray semi-transparent tights, still looking incredibly beautiful.
"Junlin, where did you go?" my colleague asked as I returned.
"Nothing, just taking a walk." Mi'er seemed to have heard our conversation from afar, turned around and gave me a sweet smile, making me feel a little guilty. I quickly wiped the sweat from my face and found a place to sit down.
According to the photographer, he had never photographed a model with such charisma in his life, and the manufacturers supervising the shoot also seemed to be full of praise for the model's performance.
The general success made things much easier for the people in charge of the project.
On the way home, Mi'er seemed a little tired and fell into a deep sleep against the back of her seat.
Without any guard up, I couldn't help but glance at Ai Qiao's beautiful legs encased in grey semi-transparent pantyhose every now and then.
Unfortunately, while waiting at a traffic light, I glanced down at Mi'er's delicate black stockings again, and when I looked up, I saw Mi'er staring intently at my face, her little face flushed. I quickly turned my head to look at the traffic lights ahead.
"Wake up, we'll be home soon," I said, pretending nothing was wrong, lightly pressing the accelerator and turning the steering wheel.
"Mmm..." Mi'er's hands were tightly clasped together on her alluring thighs. I knew she always did this when she was shy; I was just too much! Even looking at my daughter's legs!
A somewhat silent atmosphere lingered throughout the evening after we got home. Mi'er was hesitant to speak to me, and when our eyes met, she would quickly blush and look away.
After her bath, Mi'er sat in the living room watching TV. Perhaps she was truly tired, because within minutes she collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep quietly.
"She really is just a child..." I shook my head with a wry smile. I went over to carry Mi'er back to her room to sleep, but I vaguely heard her murmuring in her sleep, "Mommy..." At the same time, a few tears streamed down her tightly closed eyes.
I carefully picked Mi'er up and carried her slowly to her room. After placing her on the bed, I quietly prepared to leave, but then I heard Mi'er turn over, seemingly waking up.
"Daddy..." I turned around and saw Mi'er looking at me innocently with her big, watery eyes.
"Mi'er, be good today, you're tired, get some sleep." I sat back on the edge of Mi'er's bed, gently stroking her pitiful, adorable little face.
Mi'er stubbornly shook her head and weakly said, "Daddy, don't go, sleep with me." "Okay, Daddy won't go, Daddy will stay here with you until you fall asleep." "I want Daddy to sleep with me before I sleep." "Huh?" I held my daughter's little hand, not quite sure what she meant.
Then, as if to tell me what to do, Mi'er lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing her beautiful body clad only in a thin silk nightgown.
Before I could react, Mi'er used all her strength to pull me onto the bed, holding me tightly.
"Okay, okay, Daddy will sleep with Mi'er." Adjusting my position, I kicked off my slippers and moved onto Mi'er's bed.
"Daddy is the best." Mi'er smiled sweetly, turned around so her back was to me, and let me hug her from behind.
Smelling the faint fragrance of Mi'er's hair from behind, I tightened my grip a little, making us press closer together. Mi'er also put her hands on my arms and hummed comfortably.
Holding a petite and beautiful girl in my arms, my lower body involuntarily hardened, pressing against Mi'er's buttocks. Feeling a little embarrassed, I pulled back slightly.
Unexpectedly, Mi'er didn't seem to mind at all, even shifting her buttocks further back, pressing tightly against my penis again.
Since Mi'er was accepting, I held my daughter, my erection still pressing against her, and fell asleep together.
In my hazy dream, I seemed to see my wife, who was no longer with me.
My wife was laughing and running across the grassland, and I was chasing after her, but I couldn't catch up.
Then my wife turned around, waved goodbye, and disappeared into thin air.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the window.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw Mi'er facing me, nestled in my arms, fast asleep. I lovingly reached out and gently stroked my daughter's cheek, but I seemed to have unintentionally woken her.
Mi'er slowly woke up, stirred slightly, opened her eyes, and saw me in front of her. Without thinking, she pressed her face against mine, offering her sweet lips.
I knew it shouldn't be this way, but it felt so natural and irresistible.
I parted Mi'er's small lips, my tongue entwining with hers, which was still somewhat awkward.
Mi'er, who had initially tried to dodge me, gradually responded and began to enjoy it under my persistent pursuit.
After a while, we separated, both panting, and Mi'er buried her face in my chest again, blushing.
"Daddy, you're bad..." I chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to answer, which could be considered a tacit agreement. It was Sunday. After getting up, I made breakfast for them both. Mi'er ate quietly, occasionally glancing up at me.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked.
"Daddy, will you go shopping with me?" Mi'er asked for my opinion.
"I just hope Honey doesn't mind an old man like me being bored shopping with you." "Hehe, I don't want anyone else but Daddy!" Honey was dressed in a beautiful girl's outfit, all gifts from the manufacturer yesterday, paired with black semi-transparent tights and ankle boots. She
skipped and hopped along the street, holding my hand, and naturally, the dazzling little beauty attracted a lot of attention.
"Daddy, shall we look at this store?" I looked up in the direction Honey was pointing; it was a store specializing in tights.
What, has this little girl discovered my fetish too?! Mi'er picked and chose, buying a whole bunch of different styles and colors of stockings, pantyhose, and so on.
Just imagining these colorful black stockings on Mi'er's perfectly proportioned legs makes my heart itch.
Mi'er kept asking for my opinion: "Does Mi'er like these?" "Does Daddy like this style?" Little girl, you're testing Daddy's patience to the limit! We went to the cinema and bought tickets for a suspenseful drama.
In this movie, the protagonist is framed and constantly escapes danger to prove his innocence.
Many times the male lead almost loses his life, and Mi'er seemed very tense watching, grabbing my hand and pressing it tightly against her thigh.
The smooth, soft feel of the black stockings on Mi'er's thigh made me unsure what to do. I really wanted to gently touch them, but I was too afraid Mi'er would notice.
After the plot eased up a bit, Mi'er realized that her hand was pressed tightly against her thigh. In the darkness, I could vaguely sense that Mi'er seemed shy, but she didn't immediately let go.
A moment later, Mi'er slowly brought her lips to my ear and whispered, "Daddy, I know you like black stockings...it's okay..." Ah!? Then, she took my hand and stroked it back and forth on her smooth thigh. The
semi-transparent black stockings felt incredibly alluring, and the pleasurable sensation on my hand made me want to scream. My penis fiercely erected a huge tent.
Luckily, Mi'er couldn't see my predicament in the darkness, otherwise, wouldn't she be considered a pervert? The movie ended with me both watching and touching.
When we left the theater, Mi'er didn't mention what had just happened, but she clung to my hand even tighter, a happy smile on her face.
"The movie was so good, Daddy," Mi'er turned and asked me happily.
"Mmm," I replied, "I couldn't possibly watch it properly!" After the movie, we slowly walked back to the parking lot.
Suddenly, there was a pothole in the ground, and Mi'er accidentally stepped on it and twisted her ankle.
"How are you? Let me see." I squatted down worriedly, took off Mi'er's little boots, and carefully examined her ankle. "It looks a little swollen." "It's okay, Daddy, I should be able to walk." "Mi'er never worries Daddy." I put Mi'er's boots back on, and before she could react, I forcefully picked up her two slender legs and carried her on my back.
Mi'er was clearly not expected me to do this, and for a moment she panicked and didn't know what to do.
"Dad... Daddy! Mi'er can walk by herself!" "Sweetie, hold on tight, or you'll fall." Without giving Mi'er any room to resist, I carried her slowly in the twilight.
After Mi'er calmed down, she obediently stretched out her arms and wrapped them around my neck so I could carry her.
I wonder what we looked like in the eyes of passersby? Were they a young father and daughter, or... a loving couple? But the man seemed a bit older than me.
I chuckled to myself.
"Daddy." After a long silence, Mi'er finally spoke.
"Hmm?" "I... like you." I stopped. The setting sun shone warmly through the clouds, its rays comforting.
"Mi'er, I know." "Daddy knows... does Daddy like Mi'er?" Mi'er's hands, wrapped around my neck, were damp with sweat. Was she nervous? "I like you very much, more than anyone else." These were my heartfelt words.
With that, I started walking again.
"Mi'er... only wants to be with Daddy for the rest of her life." "Mi'er will get married, and one day she'll be someone else's bride." "I won't marry anyone else, I'll only marry Daddy." "Mi'er, blush!" Hearing her childlike words, I couldn't help but laugh. I remembered hearing my daughter say the same thing many years ago.
"She's fourteen and still such a little girl." "Honey will always be Daddy's little girl." I was so touched, so incredibly touched.
Just like with my daughter, without realizing it, a bond beyond kinship had developed between us.
Now that my wife is gone, I, alone, also need the warmth of affection.
Not just kinship, but love.
I'm so lucky to have a daughter who loves me, even though this love isn't allowed, I know I can still be embraced by happiness.
"Daddy, why are you crying?!" "No, I'm just... I'm so happy." Oh dear, my hands are wrapped around Honey's legs, I can't free my hands to wipe my tears.
At my age, crying like this, I really don't know what to say about myself.
"Daddy, put me down." I didn't insist on carrying Honey anymore, I obediently squatted down and put my daughter down, quickly turning around to wipe away my tears.
"Let's not drive, let's walk home, okay?" Honey took my hand and asked sweetly.
"Okay, let's walk home." Could we just hold hands like this, walking on and on, without sadness, without tears, until forever...? "Honey, are you sure?" "Hmm..." It's probably difficult to stop now.
After we got home, we went straight to my room, the room where my wife and I had shared a bed for over a decade.
We didn't say anything, we just knew what to do.
I took off Honey's sweater, then unhooked her apple-green bra, revealing a pair of beautifully shaped, firm breasts.
"Honey's small... only 32C." "No matter what, she's my favorite Honey." With that, Honey kissed my lips. We'd kissed several times before, so it was already quite familiar, and the initial awkwardness was gone. Our tongues intertwined, greedily exchanging saliva.
My hands began to attack Honey's breasts.
They felt soft and white to the touch, yet were firm and teardrop-shaped.
The two small nipples were pinkish-white, and after my teasing, they quickly became engorged and erect, gaining a rosy hue.
"Honey's breasts are so beautiful and perky." I stuck out my tongue and licked her shy nipples, moving them left and right, while my palms rubbed them constantly, making the tender breasts change shape with my movements, causing Honey to tremble.
"Daddy's naughty..." Honey blushed and turned her face to the side, not daring to look me in the eye, her little hands nervously gripping the sheets, leaving long streaks.
Whether it was from sadness or pleasure, Honey's two beautiful legs were restless, and the black semi-transparent pantyhose made a rustling sound with her movements, which sounded very nice.
I shifted my focus to her lower body, starting from her toes, kissing Honey's pair of beautiful black-stockinged feet all the way up, quickly leaving a long, wet trail of saliva on both legs.
When my mouth moved to the crotch of Honey's pantyhose, Honey immediately twisted nervously. I pressed down her two black-stockinged feet slightly and tore open the pantyhose that concealed her private garden.
Mimi was wearing a pure white silk panty that fit her perfectly. I gently pulled it aside to let the fine downy hairs and the most intimate petals breathe.
"Daddy, no, Mimi's there is dirty..." I ignored Mimi's resistance and just started licking my daughter's beautiful petals and the lovely pearls inside, letting her know that it wasn't dirty at all.
"Ah...how could this be...so...so strange..." With each thrust of my tongue, her body writhed and she moaned sweetly, revealing that Mi'er was beginning to experience the wonder of sex.
This encouraged me to intensify my caresses of that small, rosy pearl.
The young woman, never having experienced such pleasure, quickly succumbed to the waves of ecstasy surging from her lower body.
"No...no more...ahhhhh...!!" Mi'er trembled violently, and a torrent of hot, honey-like fluid gushed from her private parts, soaking her entire lower body and the sheets.
I didn't stop my tongue after Mi'er's orgasm; instead, I increased the frequency of my teasing, prolonging and intensifying her climax until she almost lost consciousness.
After a long while, Mi'er slowly awoke, then burst into tears, leaving me somewhat bewildered. I could only quickly embrace the beautiful woman's sexy body and comfort her.
“Honey’s a bad girl… Waaah… Honey’s broken…” “How could that be? Silly child, that’s a woman’s orgasm. It only happens when you’re making love with your partner the most.” “Really?” Honey looked at me innocently with her big, watery eyes, half-believing, half-doubting.
“Really, wasn’t it very comfortable just now? So comfortable that you felt like you were about to die?” I gently stroked Honey’s long, black hair, trying to soothe her emotions.
Honey thought about it carefully for a moment, then blushed and nodded slightly.
“Daddy, can you make Honey feel even more comfortable?” “Hmm… But Daddy has to feel comfortable too.” “Honey’s so good.” I made Honey sit up, spread her two beautiful legs, clad in black pantyhose, into an M-shape, and then sat directly in front of her, pointing my huge sex weapon straight at her flower.
It was the first time Honey had ever seen my bulging, veiny cock, and she couldn’t help but open her mouth wide in disbelief.
"Daddy's...it's so thick and big, can it really fit inside Honey's body?" Honey swallowed nervously.
"A woman's honey hole can even give birth to a baby, so putting Daddy's penis in is nothing." I pressed my horribly swollen glans tightly against Honey's vaginal opening, ready to penetrate at any moment.
"It will hurt a little later, but after the pain, you'll slowly feel comfortable." "Mmm, Honey...I'll try my best to endure it." Although Honey's whole body trembled slightly with fear, she still looked resolutely at the part where we were about to intercourse, wanting to see clearly the moment she lost her virginity.
I was almost overwhelmed by desire, barely resisting the urge to thrust all the way in, slowly using my glans to pry open the two pink petals, inserting my proudly sized glans little by little into that wet and hot secret garden.
Although it didn't penetrate much, whether it was from pain or nervousness, Honey's whole body trembled uncontrollably.
I slowly pushed my glans and shaft forward, which were almost completely clamped between her virginity and her vagina, until I felt resistance.
Then I pressed Mi'er down on the bed, my chest against her two tender white breasts, and kissed her deeply, trying to relieve her extremely tense emotions.
We maintained this position for a while before sitting up again, preparing for another breakthrough.
I used both hands to tightly pry open Mi'er's two beautiful legs in black stockings that she was trying to clamp together, and greedily stroked them back and forth, enjoying the soft touch of the silk.
After Mi'er's trembling gradually subsided, I finally thrust my large penis, which I could no longer endure, forward, breaking through that thin last line of defense in one go.
Although Mi'er wanted to see clearly the moment she lost her virginity, she closed her eyes in pain and shed tears.
I knew that giving up at this moment would mean all my efforts would be in vain.
So I used even more force with my waist, stuffing the entire thick and long penis into Mi'er's flower hole.
"Honey, is it alright?" "No, it's okay, Daddy, just keep going." Having received permission, I slowly withdrew my penis and then slowly thrust it back in.
Each back-and-forth movement stimulated the flesh inside Honey's flower path.
Although it was well-lubricated, the fourteen-year-old girl's vagina, her first time having sex, still wouldn't allow me to launch a full-scale attack immediately.
With my slow piston-like movements, a trickle of virgin blood flowed down with each withdrawal of my penis.
Honey, seeing her most precious virgin blood, managed a weak, feeble smile.
"Honey, everything you have is for Daddy..." I seemed encouraged by these words, and the speed of my thrusting gradually increased, and Honey's tense expression began to relax.
Now that the piston-like movements were on track,
my tightly compressed penis could no longer resist the urge to fuck her hard, gradually accelerating until both of our bodies were colliding back and forth.
Perhaps it was her naturally high sensitivity that allowed her to reach orgasm so quickly with my oral service.
Now, as my penis is drained from Mi'er's body, I can feel the benefits of this constitution even more.
Each thrust feels like her sweet flower path constantly contracting and squeezing, making the thick rod inside feel unbearably pleasurable.
Mi'er's small, cute mouth emits long, sweet moans, which sound like heavenly music to my ears.
The full-throttle thrusting only lasted a few minutes before Mi'er was swept up in another wave of frenzied sexual ecstasy.
Mi'er closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face from the unbearable pleasure, her body arching backward, her beautiful pink breasts facing the sky, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of my thrusts.
Suddenly, Mi'er's hands gripped my arms tightly, almost drawing blood, and then her flower path felt like countless tentacles painfully squeezing my shaft, while a gush of hot fluid gushed from deep within her, drenching my glans—she had clearly reached orgasm.
Before I'd even reached my climax, I pressed my advantage, hooking Mi'er's beautiful legs in black stockings around my waist, while her delicate hands clung to my neck. In a high-difficulty position, I held the slender beauty in the air and continued thrusting.
Mi'er was almost unconscious from being fucked; only instinct kept her clinging to me, preventing her from falling.
I cupped Mi'er's beautiful buttocks in black stockings, pounding my thick penis against her clitoris from below, leaving her disheveled and defenseless.
"Mi'er, it's coming, Daddy's going to cum." "Cum for Mi'er, cum all for Mi'er, Mi'er wants to give Daddy another daughter, ahhhhh…!" Driven to madness, Mi'er probably didn't know what she was babbling about anymore. I tensed my hips, using my last bit of strength, desperately thrusting my thick penis deeper, as if trying to squeeze both of my large testicles into Mi'er's body. My engorged
glans, already at its peak of engorgement, plunged deep into her core, beginning to pump and ejaculate the seeds of incestuous lust within her womb. The illicit
sexual pleasure brought both father and daughter to the pinnacle of eroticism; the ejaculation itself was so intense it felt like our brains were being drained, leaving us in a state of unconscious, overwhelming ecstasy.
Maintaining this train-bento-like mating position, I could almost hear the gurgling sounds of my thick penis spurting thick semen into Mi'er's secret garden.
That ejaculation was the longest and most intense I'd ever experienced in my life, lasting over half a minute. The climax didn't diminish with ejaculation; instead, each muscle spasm sent shivers of pleasure through my nerves until the semen overflowed and gushed violently from our joined bodies, only then did it begin to subside.
After the ejaculation was complete, I held the little beauty, who had lost consciousness from her orgasm, and collapsed heavily onto the bed, stroking her alluring black-stockinged legs while panting heavily until my breathing calmed.
After a long while, Mi'er slowly woke up.
Her big, watery eyes blinked at me, looking incredibly cute.
"Daddy, Daddy..." Mi'er called softly, reaching out for my embrace.
I held her tightly in my arms, tenderly.
At that moment, words were unnecessary; our world was everything.
A few days later, due to follow-up work on that previous advertising case, I resumed my days of working day and night in the office.
After the normal closing time that day, everyone in the company started leaving one by one, leaving me alone in the office to continue working overtime.
"Junlin, let's go." "Good night, see you tomorrow." After confirming that all my colleagues except me had left, I turned off all the lights on the floor, leaving only one light in my office, and then stretched my limbs to get back to work.
When I pushed open the door to my office, I saw a familiar figure waiting for me inside.
"Mi'er? Didn't I say I had to work overtime and you should go home and wait for Daddy?" "No, I want to wait for Daddy to go home together." Mi'er said, snuggling up to me and hugging me from behind. Her rather voluptuous breasts were pressed tightly against my back under her white school uniform.
Huh? Something's not right. "Why aren't you wearing a bra, Mi'er?" I was a little surprised by Mi'er's boldness.
"I just took it off, because I thought Daddy might be a little interested in... well... in the office..." "You little devil!" I turned around to face Mi'er, forcing her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. My hands undid her innocent school uniform, starting by caressing her slender waist, slowly moving upwards to fondle her firm 32C breasts.
"Ah... Daddy... we'll be seen from outside..." Mi'er groaned, trying to resist.
"It's over thirty floors here, it'll be difficult for them to see."
I slipped my hand under Mi'er's skirt, exploring her most private parts. Surprisingly, under a pair of black velvet stockings, she wasn't even wearing underwear!? "Is this what you're looking for?" Mi'er waved her still warm and fragrant pure white panties in front of me and then tossed them aside.
“I know Daddy likes to tear open pantyhose and just go for it…it’s more convenient that way.” “I like it!” I forcefully tore open the crotch of the velvet pantyhose and probed my fingers into the private garden that I had recently explored. Before I could even begin my assault, I had already touched a wet patch.
“Honey, you’re so wet. Have you been wanting Daddy to fuck you for a long time?” Having established our sexual relationship, I even became rough in my speech.
“Ah…I want Daddy to fuck me all the time, I’m always wet…” Honey gave me a flirtatious look that I didn’t know where she learned from, which made me tremble all over… I turned Honey over, her tender breasts with two pink buds pressed against the cold glass. Then, I cupped my daughter’s pert buttocks, which were covered by delicate pantyhose, from behind, and while I vigorously rubbed them, I thrust my already hard sex weapon hard into her from behind.
"Ahhhhh!" The pretty girl pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window left milky marks on the glass from my frenzied thrusting. If someone were watching this through binoculars, they would surely get aroused. I lowered my head and teased her with my tongue inside her ear. She clearly couldn't handle the constant stimulation of her ear and lower body, and quickly got into it, letting out high-pitched moans that could probably be heard throughout the entire floor.
Luckily, the security cameras outside the company didn't record audio. My ferocious penis continued to attack from behind, piercing her incredibly tight and pleasurably squeezing little honey hole. Each thrust in and out stirred countless tiny folds in her flower path, making her want to scream for help.
While kneading her velvet-stockinged buttocks, I also gently patted her elastic, shapely bottom.
The sounds of slapping against each other, along with the thud of my testicles hitting Mi'er's thighs, echoed in my office, making Mi'er incredibly shy.
"Ah... what's that sound... Mi'er's so shy..." "That's the sound of my little beauty being fucked to heaven!" Mi'er's long, black-stockinged legs, spread wide, became increasingly unsteady, slowly almost giving way with each thrust.
"I'm dying... I'm dying... Ughhh!" With a long, sweet moan, my glans, still pounding into her hot, throbbing core, felt a frenzied contraction deep within Mi'er's body, followed by a gush of hot, scalding love juice spraying violently onto my glans. The
heat sent a surge of pleasure through my swollen penis to my head, and I couldn't hold back any longer. My testicles began to spasm, continuously gushing out a torrent of nectar from my urethra, shooting deep into her core. The heat brought tears of pleasure to Mi'er's eyes, her whole body trembling violently.
In fact, even I hadn't imagined I could ejaculate to this extent.
And my penis showed no signs of softening; on the contrary, it grew even stronger during my incestuous intercourse with my daughter.
Even after ejaculating, my still-erect penis continued to thrust into my daughter's beautiful flower core, each impact penetrating to the deepest point, causing Honey to scream loudly, her cute little mouth uncontrollably drooling, almost unconscious.
Sure enough, not long after, Honey's beautiful body convulsed wildly, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted from the deepest part of her flower core onto my glans.
When Honey had already experienced her umpteenth orgasm, I pressed her down onto the table, inserted my penis into the crevice between her pantyhose-clad buttocks, and thrust a few more times before explosively ejaculating a large, still abundant, and surging amount of incestuous semen onto her firm, pantyhose-clad buttocks.
In the quiet of the office late at night, the two of us engaged in this immoral sex… We lost our wives, but we found solace in each other.
And our love… will continue forever…

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