Father's beloved

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After my parents divorced, my younger brother stayed with my mother, while I was awarded to my father. I then followed my father to the north, and my relationship with my mother gradually faded, while my father became an indispensable part of my life. In my second year of high school, due to an accident, my father and I had a relationship in a daze (I wrote about it in detail in the previous post). This was my first experience of the pleasure of being a woman. However, because of moral and ethical reasons, my father kept his distance from me after that incident. The kinship we had just built began to gradually become thin. At first, I just treated it as an accident. My father didn't mention it, and I didn't dare to mention it either. I lived a life of maintaining distance, but I was not satisfied. After that incident, I gradually became obsessed with the feeling of sex, that pleasure, that tingling sensation all over my body. My father deliberately didn't touch me, so I could only suppress my strong sexual desire by masturbating every day. The increasingly deep sexual desire made masturbation no longer satisfying. I started to secretly masturbate with my father's underwear when he wasn't around, and I started using the pens he had used, even the chopsticks he had used, and even wiping my semen with my father's new underwear. The climax occurred on my father's shirt. I wanted him to feel everything I had done, but he still kept his distance. This made me resentful. For a while afterward, I started collecting my own semen intentionally or unintentionally. I would add it to soup when cooking, and pour it into cold dishes and mix it in. My father loved to drink, so I secretly added my semen to his wine as well. Whenever my father drank the soup or dishes I made, or drank the wine mixed with my semen, I would feel a sense of satisfaction. When I masturbated at night, my vagina would become unusually excited whenever I thought of the scene at the dinner table. Sometimes, even during the day when I was in class, I would feel wet down there when I thought about it. At that time, I gradually became aware of my changes and began to feel anxious and scared. I even thought I had a mental illness. I was probably what people called a pervert back then. Later, I could only hide my perverse sexual desires deep inside. I consciously or unconsciously maintained the image of a good girl among my father, teachers, classmates, and even best friends. Only in the quiet of the night would another self emerge—the most authentic me, the most perverse me. Later, dating became fashionable at school, and I followed suit, dating a fairly good-looking guy. On his birthday, I gave him my nominal virginity, but that time was very disappointing. After experiencing my father's thick, long penis, I didn't experience any pleasure with his much shorter one. (I advise girls to find tall men; my father is very tall, and his penis is very large. My current boyfriend used to play basketball, and his penis is similar to my father's.) (He was quite good-looking back then, and I liked him. I thought maybe my love for him could overcome my sexual needs, but I was wrong. My sex drive was still very strong. I was conflicted and didn't know how to face him. Later, we broke up, but I was still the same perverted me. This made me crave my father's thick, long penis even more, and made me more and more morbid. This kind of life continued until the summer vacation of my second year of high school. After the summer vacation started, I could no longer suppress my sex drive. The image I had to maintain at school gradually crumbled. At home, I began to intentionally or unintentionally seduce my father, but he would only glance at me secretly and then stop looking at me. I began to suspect that my father had another woman outside and was no longer interested in my body. I began to be afraid of losing my father. After several internal struggles, I still made that crazy decision. That night, my father went to bed early after returning home, and I secretly crawled naked into his bed. When I tasted his penis, I felt instantly satisfied, and my vagina involuntarily secreted fluids. It was the penis I had longed for, and it gave my morbid heart a sliver of comfort. My father eventually woke up, and I told him everything that was on my mind, my longing for and dependence on his penis. After pouring out my heart, I didn't know how to face my father. I was terrified and ashamed, and all I wanted to do was run away. My father listened without saying a word for a long time, and I didn't dare to speak either, just shrinking into his bed. Beside me, after a while I felt something hard pressing against me. I knew what it was, but I didn't move, waiting for my father's next move. My father hugged me and held me in his arms, whispering in my ear about his desire for me and the impulse he felt after discovering what I had done. The more he spoke, the heavier his breathing became, until finally it turned into a passionate kiss between my father and me. That night, I experienced the pleasure my father's penis gave me again. That night, I was brought to a state of utter weakness, experiencing multiple orgasms (see the previous post for details). The next day, my father and I let go of the last bit of distance between us and began to live a life that resembled that of father and daughter, and husband and wife. During the summer vacation, I basically didn't wear clothes at home, making it convenient for us to have sex whenever we felt like it. The pleasure of exposure stimulated me every day, making me crave my father's penis every day. Sometimes he would do it while my father was eating, sometimes he would tease me while I was doing my homework, and sometimes it would happen in the bathroom... My father and I would sleep in each other's arms every day. The summer vacation was happy; my father and I were both taking from each other, and we became more and more dependent on each other. As my relationship with my father deepened, I gradually discovered his preferences. He had a bit of a BDSM interest, and he would often bring it up intentionally or unintentionally during our interactions. At first, I didn't understand, so he slowly explained it to me. After understanding, perhaps because I also have some masochistic tendencies, I wasn't averse to it; in fact, I even felt a little anticipation. Because we are father and daughter, I became my father's slave, a so-called "daughter slave." What's different about us? We understand each other, trust each other, and our relationship is strong. My father bought a lot of props, and for those few days, I was confined at home, blindfolded with a vibrator inserted into my vagina, with tape-bound vibrating eggs on my nipples, and a gag in my mouth. After turning on the vibrator and vibrating eggs, my father went to work. I remained in that state all afternoon, very excited, experiencing continuous orgasms. When my father left... Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I hadn't locked the door. Just as my father was about to get off work, there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was him, I groaned a few times, but then I heard the deliveryman's voice. My heart skipped a beat; I was terrified of being discovered, yet my vagina involuntarily became aroused. My earlier groans went unheard. Seeing no response, the deliveryman said he'd left it in the security room and left. The thrill of almost being discovered was unparalleled, which later led to my father and me developing a penchant for exposure. Of course, I'll tell you all about that later. When my father returned at noon, the floor was covered in my vaginal fluid. I was limply hanging in mid-air, my hands tied behind my back, the vibrator and dildo still stimulating my vagina and nipples. My vaginal fluid kept splashing onto the floor. My father put down the lunch he'd bought outside, came to me, and removed my vaginal fluid.Watching the vibrator in the online video, he pulled out his penis and inserted it into my vagina. Wearing a blindfold, I instantly orgasmed, a spasm washing over me. My body, already numb from the repeated orgasms, twitched slightly. Seeing my orgasm, my father didn't stop. Enjoying his thrusts during my orgasm, I experienced wave after wave of orgasms—a feeling even more wonderful than orgasm itself. As he thrust, he loosened the belt binding me. When the device was completely removed, I collapsed weakly into my father's arms, my mouth filled with... I murmured softly, drooling, as my father thrust into my vagina. He carried me to the table and sat me on his lap, his arms wrapped around my neck. He began to gently feed me, occasionally kissing me as I ate the food from my mouth with my tongue. I was powerless and could only let him do as he pleased. He held my waist, sometimes lifting me up and thrusting into me again, his saliva mixed with oil dripping onto my body. He would stop feeding me occasionally, then kiss me again. Then he thrust hard, and that lovemaking lasted a long time, until we finished eating. Only then did my father truly begin to have sex with me. I gradually regained some strength and cooperated with my father. That afternoon, my father and I made love until evening when he finally let me go. I collapsed onto the sofa and gradually fell asleep. When I woke up again, I was in the bathroom, and my father was cleaning my body. I turned around and sat in the bathtub, hugging my father and letting him wipe my back. Meanwhile, I licked my father's chest with my tongue. Soon, a hot... His large penis pressed against my thigh. I adjusted my position and sat down. My father's large penis followed, instantly filling my vagina. I moved involuntarily. Water was injected into my vagina from time to time by my father's thick penis. It was very blissful. Until it ended, my father carried me out of the bathroom. His penis, which had softened a little from ejaculation, was still inside my vagina. We didn't eat dinner that night. We just held each other and fell asleep. It was the happiest day of my life, and it became the life I lived every day thereafter. In the days that followed, my father began to explore my anus. At first, it was very painful, and I wanted to give up. I begged my father many times, but he persisted and explored my anus. In the following days, my father would make me wear a fox tail and put a chain around my neck, making me experience the life of a dog. With my hands and feet restrained, I could only crawl on the ground. My father would command me from time to time. During those days, I experienced the pleasure of SM and the pleasure of being a bitch. Even now, thinking about it makes my vagina wet. That's how I finished my summer vacation after my second year of high school. When I returned to school, I was still a good student in front of my teachers, classmates, and even relatives. But the moment I entered the house after school, I became my father's bitch, my father's toy, my father's daughter slave, and my father's beloved.

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